something is truly wrong with me

Korra Fitness-Power Rep

This is something that I’ve recently found out. After finishing your final set and your final rep…do 5 more. When you’re done and tired, do five more. When you can barely lift anything anymore, do that five more. This way, you are ensuring that your muscles truly get exhausted, and that you’re using every little bit of your strength to finish. @ravaslight described it to me in an interesting way; “If you don’t feel as if you’re lifting a house all by yourself on the last rep, you’re doing it wrong.”

Usually, I’d up the weights to a higher 5 or 10 lbs, then do my power rep. It’s a good way to capture a sense of achievement after your set too! :)

Happy lifting!

Fronts the Signs Put Up

Aries: Agression - Arians are bold and strong but not naturally aggressive in the sense that most think. As the children of the Zodiac they can struggle to express themselves and view emotions in a somewhat immature way. They feel that revealing the soft, loving, delicate part of them that hopes and dreams in ways that no other Sign could ever is a weakness, so they cover it up with a mask of aggression.

Taurus: Confidence - Taureans can seem like the most put-together, strong, and intelligent individuals of the Zodiac but deep down they are afraid. They don’t feel secure emotionally so they put up a front of being above such feelings and are typically materialistic - objects won’t let them down or turn them away, people do. When they feel weak, alone and they need something to rely on, they fake it till they make it.

Gemini: Know-it-all - Geminis have a lot of information swirling around in their heads and they are very intelligent. But they can use this intelligence as a mask. They act like they know it all, as if their knowledge makes them better, because at times they feel like that’s all they have. And if they have nothing to offer, no one will listen to them, no one will talk to them or value them.

Cancer: Sensuality - Soft Cancerians, so desperate for love, will use their sexuality as a method of receiving attention, to make up for feeling unloved, or because their gentler, romantic view of love is not always viewed favorably by today’s society. They need love and true connections which can be stunted by the harsh world around them and lead to this coping method or front.

Leo: Pride - We all know about a Lion’s pride but very few realize why Leos put up this front. In short, it’s because they are insecure. They boast and seek to control the world around them because on the inside they are in fact self-conscious. The next time a Leo seems too abrasive or pushy cut them some slack, they are doing what they can to feel secure.

Virgo: Dependability - Virgos are dependable, don’t get me wrong, but they try very hard to be. Their biggest fear is to be useless. When they are being your shoulder to lean on, in a strange way they are leaning right back on you. They need to help others, or at least be needed by them, to feel worth something. Though they may see so stable all on their own, they truly need others but they aren’t always ready to admit it.

Libra: Perfection - Librans feel they must be perfect at all times, they allow themselves no room for error, all because they care so deeply about what others think of them. They must meet the approval of others, this is their greatest desire, so they seek to appear as perfect as possible whether perfection to them is top grades and a clean appearance or appearing as if they don’t care and are above it all. In reality they are just like the rest of us behind that mask.

Scorpio: Cynicism - Scorpios are not cynical and dark to their core, they are simply afraid to hope. They know the dark inner workings of the mind and society, so love and success can seem like a mere fantasy to them no matter how desperately they want it. Pessimism becomes a shield protecting them from being let down or worse. No matter how distant they may seem, on the inside they are still hoping.

Sagittarius: Independence - To Sagittarius, independence is perhaps the most important thing in their world so when they are in need, instead of seeking out support or someone to lean on, they pretend to need no one. Despite being social creatures who seek to communicate and learn from those around them, they can’t admit that they need someone to come home to at the end of the day, making them sometimes appear hot and cold to others. Instead of seeking out what they need, they put up a front.

Capricorn: Seriousness - Capricorns are ruled by severe Saturn so it only makes sense that they work so hard to seem strong and mature, but this is only another front. On the inside they are trapped children who often didn’t have a proper childhood - sometimes this is simply because they themselves expect too much. If you give them the chance they’ll show you just how awkward, loud, and immature they really are.

Aquarius: Intimacy - Aquarians have a complicated relationship with society. They have a lot of friends and are very social but no matter how outgoing and intimate they may seem they are truly closed off. They want to be social and popular but at the same time they are afraid to grow close to another person, to open up and share their emotions. They fear that they will always be outside looking in yet they also fear what might happen if they truly let go. So they get as close as they can and hide their fear behind a mask.

Pisces: Lightheartedness - That Pisces that always seems to be in their own little world, who giggles and never seems to take things seriously? They are burdened by thoughts and feelings beyond what your average person experiences let alone handles. Their lighthearted, unsophisticated behavior is all a front in hopes of lessening that burden. If you were haunted, would you be strong enough to bear that smiling mask?

- Lavinia Amoun

deathless ♚ sentence meme
  • You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.
  • You are going to break your promise. I understand.
  • You’re lonely too.
  • It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.
  • I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.
  • I am your servant.
  • I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.
  • For you alone I will be weak.
  • I belong here, and you will not deny me.
  • I say these things, and the world listens.
  • I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.
  • In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.
  • I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.
  • I moved the earth and the water for you.
  • You will always run away with her.
  • You will always lose her.
  • You will always be a fool.
  • You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.
  • You have already done all of this and will do it again.
  • No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.
  • We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.
  • What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.
  • There need never be any rules between us.
  • Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.
  • Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.
  • I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
  • Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
  • I can’t abide a poor liar.
  • You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.
  • Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.
  • Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.
  • Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.
  • In his own country, Death can be kind.
  • What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?
  • Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.
  • I am no one; I am nothing.
  • Nothing in me was not made by you.
  • A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.
  • Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
  • Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.
  • I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.
  • If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
  • What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?
  • Don’t you dare speak to me like that.
  • I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.
  • I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.
  • I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.
  • I have learned to watch everything die.
  • I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.
  • Are we not devils?
  • No one is now what they were before the war.
  • I have not seen you without your skin on.
  • Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.
  • We obsess. It’s in our nature.
  • I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
  • In war you must always choose sides.
  • If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.
  • We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.
  • My old bones will follow yours soon enough.
  • It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.
  • I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.
  • After love, no one is what they were before.
  • I have survived, but I have not been spared.
  • In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.
  • Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.
  • It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.
  • You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.
  • You will be so beautiful when you are old.
  • I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.
  • You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.
  • I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.
  • She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.
  • I still want to kiss you.
  • My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.
  • What happens to anything beautiful?
  • I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

  • some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

  • ❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞
  • ❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞
  • ❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞
  • ​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞
  • ❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you?
  • ❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞
  • ​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞
  • ​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞
  • ​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞
  • ​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞
  • ​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞
  • ​❝ i would never touch anyone else. 
  • ​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞
  • ​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞
  • ​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞
  • ​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞
  • ​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞
  • ❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

  • ❝ i love the taste of you. ❞
  • ❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞
  • ❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞
  • ​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞
  • ❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞
  • ❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞
  • ​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞
  • ​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞
  • ​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞
  • ​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞
  • ​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞
  • ​❝ blood has such a metallic taste.
  • ​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞
  • ​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?
  • ​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞
  • ​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞
  • ​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞
  • ❝ so you tasted it, did you like it?

03     :      SIGHT .

  • ❝ i see you. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞
  • ❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞
  • ​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞
  • ❝ please, just look at me. ❞
  • ​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞
  • ​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞
  • ​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞
  • ​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see?
  • ​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞
  • ​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. 
  • ​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞
  • ​❝ have we seen one another before
  • ​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞
  • ​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞
  • ​❝ did you see that?
  • ❝ i can’t believe my eyes. 

04     :      SOUND .

  • ❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞
  • ❝ did you hear that?
  • ❝ what is that sound?
  • ​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞
  • ❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞
  • ❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞
  • ​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞
  • ​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞
  • ​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all?
  • ​❝ can you hear what they’re saying?
  • ​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞
  • ​❝ i never said i could hear them. 
  • ​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞
  • ​❝ i could hear screams … ❞
  • ​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞
  • ​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise?
  • ​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞
  • ❝ please, just hear me out. 

05     :      SMELL .

  • ❝ what is that smell? ❞
  • ❝ i have missed your smell. ❞
  • ❝ you smell nice. ❞
  • ​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞
  • ❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞
  • ❝ do you smell that?
  • ​❝ how are you able to smell that?
  • ​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞
  • ​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞
  • ​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞
  • ​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞
  • ​❝ i can smell you from here.
  • ​❝ are you smelling me?
  • ​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞
  • ​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞
  • ​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞
  • ​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞
  • ❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. 
Understanding a Shame Based Identity

Shame is the deeply held belief that, at core, there is something wrong with me. So, no matter what I do, or how hard I try, I’ll never measure up and be good enough. Thus, I expect other people to reject me in the end, and deep down inside I reject myself.

If I have a shame based identity, I am likely to battle with the following feelings:

- Feeling like a fraud

- Feeling like I have to cover up all the time

- Fear of being exposed for who and what I truly am

- Feeling powerless

- Feeling as if I don’t have, or deserve, a voice

- Wishing I could just disappear

- Feeling vulnerable

- Feeling very needy – and perhaps too needy, compared to other people

- Feeling like I always disappoint myself and others.

The “shame bound” person is constantly struggling against these persistent and negative feelings. They are triggered easily, and by innocuous triggers, such as being overlooked or contradicted by a friend. This can then result in a powerful “shame attack” that is so intense that we’re completely paralysed, and overwhelmed, by a sense of worthlessness. These feelings can persist for days, for weeks or even months.

To my fake friends, thank you for showing me the value in understanding people for what they are. Thank you for taking all of my good qualities and turning them into something negative to fit your narrative. Whereas a real friend would see my effort not to judge others and allow others second chances as beautiful, you saw me as easy to manipulate and easy to control. Where a real friend saw my habit of ensuring our relationship is okay by asking honestly, “Are we okay?” when I sensed any sort of discomfort as honest and looking for a way to amend things if they were wrong, you saw it as a sign of weakness and instead, never told me until things came to a resentful head. Where the best of my friends would look at my habit of apologising and immediately trying to make amends as the quality of a kind and genuine person, you deliberately saw it as something to exploit by making me feel worse and worse every single day by never telling me what was wrong but bitching behind my back.


Initially you must have surprised me.


Your kindness, or your (false) giving nature, something about you must have truly made me think the world of you. You see, I’m the kind of person who will love you genuinely or not love you at all. I don’t play games of in-betweens and I certainly don’t pretend to be friends with someone if they are not someone I care about. The truth is, without you, I would not know who my real friends are, nor how to value them. I would not have learned that some people thrive on being unkind. I would not know how to handle those who look for reasons to dislike me, rather than the other way around. I never understood insecurity for what it was. Because I am a highly self critical person and tend to focus on what I have done wrong rather than anyone else.


Without you, I could not have learned how to look outside and understand that other people are flawed too.


I would not know how to stop being so hard on myself. I would not grow from being a people pleaser to choosing the people I love carefully and with consideration. You taught me how to appreciate that I am a person worthy of love, and forgiveness and kindness, by treating me the opposite way. You taught me strength by showing me that when I was in my greatest pain, the person I needed to rely on most was myself because you were only going to be unkind and orchestrate more pain in my life.


Thank you for that. Thank you for every lesson you have taught me. Because I could not be prouder of who I am today, and it is you that I have to thank for that

—  Nikita Gill, A Thank You To My Fake Friends
‘Celtic’ Witchcraft

I remember in my early days trying to find resources on historical Celtic witchcraft. I wanted to learn about the witchcraft from the places I descended from. So, I searched for answers. I read book after book on the supposed witch practices found in Wales, Ireland, and Scotland (Raymond Buckland never steered me so wrong, and that’s really saying something). However, I remember feeling…unsatisfied. It didn’t seem historical or based in any pre-Gardnerian lineage. It seemed like Wiccan influenced witchcraft based in Gaelic and Gallic mythology. However, the authors of the books were claiming that it was truly historical and traditional. Lo and behold, I was correct. So then came the question “What is historical ‘celtic’ witchcraft and where can I find it?” 

First of all, there is no one Celtic witchcraft. The word ‘Celtic’ applies to both Gaels and Gauls (though it’s said that Gauls aren’t included in that term at all, but for now, we’ll use it). There are six nations covered under ‘Celt’; Wales, Ireland, Scotland, Brittany, The Isle of Man, and Cornwall. Any witchcraft that originates from those lands can be considered ‘Celtic’, but the use of that term can create confusion and misinformation. Though they may look similar at times, and though they are all witchcraft, they are not the same. Methods changed from environment to environment. The witchery has always been based in the Land. 

I’ll briefly describe the practices and lore found in each land, but it is by no means exhaustive. 

Cornwall

In the circles of traditional witchcraft, Cornish witchery has been made very clear and accessible with much thanks to the wonderful Gemma Gary. Cornwall has perhaps one of the strongest histories of magical practice out of the Celtic Fringe. Not only witches, but Pellars (cunning folk), were a large part of the culture. Folk magic, the basis of both witch and pellar magic alike, ran rampant through Cornwall. The Pellars of Cornwall held a very strong likeness to witches, so much so that some folklorists consider them the same. The Pellars made it a point to have a wide range of services available to their customer. That meant that they would both curse and cure. The magic of Cornwall often came in the form of small spell bags filled with either powders, folded written charms, or other magical ingredient. These bags did a number of things, from love conjuring, curse breaking, and spirit banishing to healing, luck magic, and finding lost possessions. According to Cornish witch lore, a witch’s power fluctuates with the seasons, and it was in the spring that a witch’s power was renewed. The different pellars and witches of Cornwall would also clash through reputation of power. Though they clashed, the witches of Cornwall would also gather for their sabbats, which were a strange thing to behold to outsiders. Witches, both young and old, would dance with the Devil around fires, faster and closer to the flames with each pass, and never be singed. The ability to spontaneously disappear is spoken of (which may suggest flying). Black animals, especially black cats, are often spoke of in Cornish witch lore. The association with witch and toad is especially strong here, and it can be seen as a familiar, a shapeshifting witch, a charm, or an indicator of a witch. 

Wales

Witchcraft that comes from Wales can be particularly tricky to find. The term ‘Welsh Witch’ has been popular since the early days of Stevie Nicks. This makes it notoriously difficult to find any historical references on actual Welsh witches. In actuality, there were two kinds of magical practitioner in Wales. The first was a wizard (known as a cunning man in England) and the second was a witch. Wizards were very popular and plenty in number in Wales. Their practice was based mainly in healing the ill and livestock. They also did favors, like giving love potions and undoing witch spells. One Welsh tale, however, tells about a conjuror who is unable to undo a witch’s spell on a butter churn, so the farmer must turn to another witch to reverse it. Welsh witches were thought to have great power. They were able to raise the dead, curse their enemies, and according to older legends, shape shift and fly. Observing the myth of a sorceress named Cerridwen and the legends of Morgan le Fey and Nimue, there comes a general idea of what a witch was in Wales and Welsh legend. The idea of someone brewing potions and poisons was most definitely associated with witches, but more broadly, elements of water and weather seem to have importance. Interaction with the fairies also holds a very strong importance in Welsh craft. Walking between worlds, particularly this world and the world of the Fairy (Avalon, anyone?), was a skill that many wizards, witches, and heroes of Welsh myth acquired. All in all, the witchcraft in Wales is quite similar to the witchcraft found in England, as is the interaction between Wizard (cunning folk or Wise Men and Women) and Witch. 

Brittany 

In Brittany, a very strong fear and dislike for witches is found that is unlike Wales. Witches in Brittany were thought to be many in number. The legends suggest that they targeted farmers especially, making sure always to turn milk sour and spoil butter. They were also accounted to be particularly dangerous and vicious. Any man who watched their Sabbat would either not be found, found dead, or found scared witless and unable to speak. The witches of Brittany, however, were also sought out by the townsfolk. Indeed, there were witch doctors to fix their issues, but the witches were sought out for love spells and favors. Witch-cats are also mentioned, which could be either a reference to familiars or shapeshifting. Most strangely, Breton witches are said to very rarely cast spells on their targets and instead cast spells on the animals and possessions of the target. Every village is said to have a local witch. Some villages are said to be completely filled with witches. Many of them carry cane-like sticks with which they cast their spells. They were also said to be skilled in spells to find things, like lost objects and buried treasure. The line between village conjuror/wizard and witch is difficult to draw here. They may choose to help or harm, depending on their inclinations. For that reason, they still hold a strong reputation in Brittany, despite it being a place noted for its skepticism. 

The Isle of Man

On the Isle of Man, both witches and magicians were an important part of the environment. The first thing you’ll find on the witches from the Isle is that they practiced much magic involving the weather and the sea. Magic was used to help the fishermen catch more fish, make sure the winds were good for travel, and settle storms at sea. A charm was made by a witch and given to a sailor that stored the winds inside. When he was at sea and in need of a gust, he would use the charm. Interestingly, the line between witch and cunning person seemed to blur here. Cunning folk were known as Charmers and Witch Doctors. Witches, however, were employed when needed. There was a perceived difference between the magic of different kinds of practitioners. Do not be mistaken, though. The fear and dislike of witches still existed. Many farmers feared the wrath of witches, especially when their crops failed and their cattle died. To reveal the witch responsible, they would burn whatever died. The person in pain the next day was thought responsible. As throughout all of Europe, witches were thought to have gained their power either through birth or through the Devil’s grace. However, witches were looked upon differently in the Isle than other places. Because of its long associations with magic, it had many kinds of magical practitioners and witches were not always considered to be the most powerful of them. Magicians, who practiced an art to compel and work with spirits and powers beyond other kinds of practitioners, were revered. They were usually compared to the image of Manannán Mac Lir, considered both a sea god and a powerful magician. The ability to fly and walk between worlds was also attributed to the witches and magicians of the Isle of Man, most likely due to the latter. 

Scotland

Witchcraft flourished in Scotland perhaps as much, if not more than, in Wales. Scotland’s witch trials are famous, and perhaps the most famous among them was Isobel Gowdie. In her free confession, she detailed a story that most labeled imaginary. She spoke of fairies, elf bolts, curses, shapeshifting, flying, and lewd activities with the Devil. When comparing it with the confession of Alison Pearson, another Scottish witch she had never met, a Scottish fairy tradition begins to appear. Alison also details stories of going under the hills to meet the fairies, as well as them making elf bolts. More trials begot more folklore and legends. Stories of witches working the weather to destroy crops, sink ships, and cause havoc spread. More tales of a Man in Black appearing to future-witches and witches alike began to run rampant. John Fian, a male witch, was famed for his botched love spell, teaching witchcraft, harshly bewitching people whom he didn’t like, and attempting to sink the fleet of King James VI with a storm. Much of Scotland’s witchcraft was influenced by Gaelic legend and myth. Scotland’s witchery was not Gaelic alone, however. Norse invaders came and brought their magic with them. In Orkney, a Scottish Isle filled with witch history, the Vikings came often. Their language and culture mingled with the Scots’. Soon, cunning women were referred to as Spae Wives. The word Spae comes from the Old Norse spá,which means ‘prophesize’These spae wives told fortunes, created charms, and protected against foul magical play. The witches of Scotland, however, proved a match for them. They killed cattle, cursed babies, and brought general havoc with them. 

Ireland

Historical Irish witchcraft is perhaps the most difficult to find out of all the Celtic regions, and this is for a few different reasons. The first being that many lineages of Wicca have taken Irish mythology and applied it to the Gardnerian influenced witchcraft that they have. Many times when the word ‘Celtic Witchcraft’ or “Celtic Wicca’ comes up, this is what is being referred to. The second reason that it’s difficult to find is because the witch trials in Ireland are few and far between. The trials barely touched Ireland, amounting to a whopping 4 trials. The generally accepted reason for this is that Ireland was extraordinarily lax with its witchcraft laws. Most times, using witchcraft against another person’s possessions or livestock resulted in prison time. Only by harming another magically would a witch be executed. Interestingly, many people took this as a sign that Irish witches were generally less severe than their other Celtic counterparts. Florence Newton, the famed witch of Youghal, put the assumption to rest. When a woman refused to give her any food, she kissed her on the street. The woman became extremely ill and began to see visions of Florence pricking her with pins and needles. Florence also kissed the hand of a man in jail. He became very ill, cried out her name, and died. In a Northern Ireland trial, eight women were accused of causing horrific visions and poltergeists in the home of a woman. The ability to create illusions is a trait attributed to fairies in Gaelic myth. Those fairies are said to have taught the witches their skills in both Ireland and Scotland. Irish witches were said to turn themselves into animals, especially hares and crows, to spy on their neighbors. They would also place spells on those whom they wish in their animal form. They were also said to have used bundles of yarrow and branches of elder to fly. These sticks they flew upon, before brooms, were known as ‘horses’. They were said to fly up out of the chimney of their own homes. A tale of witches using red caps to fly also appears in Irish lore. This is another example of their strong ties to the fairies. The similarity between Irish and Scottish witchery has been noted, as they both have strong ties to Gaelic lore.

Witchcraft from the Celtic lands is a complex and unique thing, changing between each of the six nations. To lump them under a single title would be to lose the subtleties and differences between each. Saying that Irish witchcraft and Welsh witchcraft are the same is a fool’s lie. Saying that they are similar is true. Shapeshifting, flying, fairies, storms, and charms are found in each. But they are different.
It isn’t a bad thing when the myths of these lands are paired with Wicca or Wiccan influenced witchcraft. However, the historical practices from those places mustn’t be overwritten. 

anonymous asked:

You do threaten me though. Your existence threatens my world because you exist in a grey area. You dye your hair unnatural colours and stretch out your earlobes to show that you do not conform, but all I feel when I see pictures of you is fear. Because you pretend to be tiny and cute but who you truly are...well, it doesn't exist, so you are not supposed to be who you are, and I am terrified by that. Do you think you are so important that people must pluralize your pronoun?

Okay, I hear you. So I don’t think you have any reason to be afraid of me– you can’t really control how you feel, but you can control how you think, so I’m going to try to reason with you point by point and let you know why I don’t think you should be afraid of me. All that I ask is that you read this with an open mind.

- I don’t dye my hair or stretch my ears as some sort of exercise of non-conformity– I just like the way it looks. It isn’t even really an act of non-conformity because the society, that I live in permits that type of self-expression– it’s allowed. I’m not breaking the law or anything.

- I really don’t know what to make of you suggesting that who I am doesn’t exist, or that I am something that I am not supposed to be. I don’t particularly believe in any sort of creator so I don’t know who exactly would be the authority on what I’m “supposed to be,” but I really don’t think that you’re the authority on who I should or shouldn’t be, because we’ve never met. Also, you claim that what I am doesn’t exist, but I really think you should tell that to all of the terrifying, like-minded people in my inbox that are asking me if it’s okay to express themselves the way that they want to. They’re afraid to act on their feelings, or in other words: they’re afraid to be themselves. I personally don’t think that there’s anything scary about them.

- Self-importance is kind of tough for any individual to avoid, because we can only really experience life in our own shoes. We have to prioritize ourselves to some extent or else we won’t take care of ourselves– which is exactly what I’m trying to do. So yeah, I guess I do think I’m kind of important… at least important enough to try and give myself as good of a life as I can, but I don’t really think that’s abnormal. I like to be referred to a specific way, because that’s what’s most comfortable for me. You wouldn’t want someone to call you the wrong name; I don’t want someone to refer to me using the wrong pronouns (Quick sidenote: when referring to a shadowy figure whose identity is concealed by a cloak and a mask you would describe their actions by saying something like “they reached for the doorknob,” because their gender is indeterminate; therefore, singular they/them pronouns exist).

Look, the main thing to focus on is that I really don’t mean you any harm– I truly don’t! I hope that you can go on to live a happy life. I just couldn’t leave this, because historically, nothing good ever comes from this kind of fear.

The Last Jedi Trailer Breakdown

* Please note that the following breakdown contains some potential spoilers for the movie - they’re mostly based on inferences and rumours, but you probably want to skip this post entirely if you’re spoiler-averse. *

I’m exhausted (I woke up way too early to watch that trailer!), but I knew I couldn’t rest until I had done this. There is so much to unpack here, so you’ll have to excuse me for omitting some things (mainly space battles) and skimming over others. 

I’m sure I’m wrong with a good chunk of this, but this is all meant in good fun.

I hope you enjoy my first stab at breaking this baby down - if you think it can be improved or spot anything that needs to be corrected, please let me know.

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Few words by & about the 'ungrateful' and 'arrogant' Harry Styles:

“It’s your birthday today? Gonna go get some tickets. Bring some friends.”

“If you cry, I’ll cry to”.

“Hi Scott, heard you were going through some stuff. Sorry about that. Stay strong”.

“They sang a song he wrote together, her fave… “If I could Fly”. It was such blessing for her to have this moment with him - and from what he shared, it was just as amazing for him”.

What’s the most amazing thing a fan has ever done for you? :
“For my birthday this year some fans gave money to a charity.”

“I’m thinking of you and sending you all the love in the world. That’s a lot of love”.

“Harry decided to go to the Lalela project all by himself and really impressed everyone there. He offered all the students concert tickets and spoke to them at length about their lives”.

“An unknown number I answered and for it to only be Harry Styles ringing from USA!! He wanted to do a FaceTime or video recording for Jessica”.

“Harry was one of the celebrities who donated to ‘Jeans for refugees’, signing the jeans with 'All the love, Harry”.

“Harry knows the name of every waiter and waitresses at Cafe Habana, he also gives them a hug every time he goes there”.

Harry Styles, after a brief pause when asked why the boobs on his mermaid tattoo were saggy - “Because everyone should love themselves, and they shouldn’t strive for perfection”.

“He was emphatic that he did not do this for publicity. He truly just wanted to meet Cam. I would not want anyone to get the wrong idea”.

“The hair and make-up team love him too because he’s very polite. One time he even made the effort to thank the catering department for making what he called ‘fantastic food’. He’s such a gent”.

“If I see someone acting like they’re something special it shocks me into not doing it even more. And I have seen a lot of people do it, both famous and non-famous. I don’t understand why you cant just be nice to people, whether you’re in the public eye or not.”

"He broke through the barrier to get to me and just hugged and hugged me and he calmed me down to the point where I could breathe again”.

“We just want to keep getting better and better for them”.

“What the fans have done for us is so important, and we have to keep giving them good music”.

“The manager of the restaurant just came up and told us that Harry Styles paid for us”.

“Harry Styles is a fucking angel I was stuck in the pap mob and he said ‘hold on and walk’ cause I tripped over”.

“He was so nice. Honestly, he walked up to me out of nowhere at Billboard awards, and no one does that”.

“Because that’s what Harry does; spreading the love, kindness and humor - to everyone”.

“We thank you with everything that we are. All the love, Harry”.

“To you who support us, in any way, thank you. We wouldn’t be here without you. You did this, and we thank you for having us. All the love”.

13 Reasons Why

I love how in the show you get to follow all the other guys around and not just Clay. Don’t get me wrong, the book is amazing and it had such an important impact in my life but the tv show… it is truly something else. We got diversity, we got same sex couples, we got people struggling to accept their sexual orientation, we got house abuse, we got sexual abuse. This show isn’t one to take sightly, you need to pay attention to every single thing because everything is important. In my opinion, Netflix did an amazing job adapting it so I highly recommend you to watch it.
TRIGGER WARNING: there are very explicit rape scenes and also suicide scenes so be careful about that.

How to let go of your ex once and for all (even if it feels impossible)

It took me nearly 3 years to get over my ex boyfriend. If you have ever been through a breakup, you know it is one of the hardest most heart-wrenching things to go through.

After weeks of fighting, the day came where there was no other option than to break up. When he left my house that day I felt like he had ripped off a piece of my soul. I had loved this man with all my heart, it was a raw all consuming intense kind of love. I couldn’t grasp the reality of what had happened. My best friend came over and I was just lying there with lykke li’s song possibility on repeat. I had cried for hours and there was no life left in my eyes. 

For the first few months after the breakup I was in denial and I went into party mode, but not dealing with the pain slowly started to take its toll. And eventually (also because of some other factors) I fell into a deep black depression that would last for about a year. After the depression it still took me a long time to completely let him go.

It was the hardest and most valuable experience of my life.

So what helped me to let him go?

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It seemed just your luck to have rented an apartment directly above a group of cultists.  

You’ve lost count of hearing their inane, rhythmic chanting below your floorboards and the faint flicker of candles around an elaborate chalk circle. You’ve complained numerous times before, but every time they’ve greeted you at the doorway in their draping red hoods, solemn-faced and muttering about bringing the ‘Great Old Ones’ back.  

For all the macabre airs that surrounded the place, the rent was cheap. Impossibly cheap. At first, you had been elated by such a turn of luck after you’d been so suddenly thrust into the adult world with both a job and school to juggle, but by now you knew why tenancy changed so quickly. But there was no way you’d be able to find another apartment this cheap. So you just tried to ignore the strangeness that lingered around you by immersing yourself in the real world outside your door, silently dreading the moments where you would have to return home.  Any other person would have turned heels long ago, but you’re just too stubborn to leave. It’s your home. You feel a sense of protective belonging over it, almost as if it’s your responsibility. 

You’ve come to expect the unusual from your living circumstances.  

     However, what you would have never expected would be a loud, unearthly rumbling that would send you sprawling to the ground, where the muted screams of cultists to waver up through the cracks in the floorboards. 

After the initial shock, apathy and exasperation set in. 

Damn it. After so many failed rituals and chants, so many nights spent reading spells from mind-destroying ancient tomes, they’ve actually done it. 

Well, at least you won’t have to deal with your downstairs neighbors anymore, you remind yourself hopefully. 

The journey down the stairs is a dark, tepid one where you blindly grope the spiraling banister, feeling as if something is just going to jump out at you like a overused horror movie cliche. Even though you try and convince yourself otherwise- damn it, you’re an adult, you shouldn’t be afraid of these things- the fear till lingers. 

The first thing you notice is the immense heat that blasts onto your face, sending trails of condensation down your already pale brow. It’ unusual because their heat is turned off all the time, even in the depths of winter. The only heat source down there is candlelight for when they carry out their unearthly rituals. But now it feels like you’re in the boiler room of the apartment block, walls almost scalding to touch. 

A smeared chalk pentacle glimmers in the shivering light of a single candle in the center of the room, it’s siblings long since extinguished. Everything in the room is scattered and overturned, the wooden floorboards blackened, but curiously not burnt. It’s as if some massive, invisible explosion has take place. The musty air is already making you nervous- something lingers in it, something that you already have the sense to know is not of this earth, that every cell i your body screams to get out of. There’s no trace of your neighbors anywhere. But you can’t help but feel as if you’re not alone, as if something is watching you from the shadows.

Maturity tells you to call the police. But you’ve tried that in the past, and nothing has ever really come from it. And if you tried describing what was down here, you were sure that they would hang up on you as a prank call. 

There’s a patter of movement from behind you. Noticing something sharp glinting from across the floor, you scrabble down to grab it, to try and protect yourself.

There’s a low clicking growl from the darkness. You feel ready to pass out from fear at any moment. You grip the knife shakily in your hand, but somehow feel even more helpless. Even when shrouded in darkness, you know that you’re powerless against whatever faces you. 

      With a shrieking cackle, something massive launches itself from the darkness with flashing white eyes and a fanged mouth trailing viscous saliva. You wait for death, but find it curiously absent. You look down to see the thing feeding on something else, and yourself completely unharmed. 

It’s a massive mass of pulsating tentacles from the waist down, slithering across the floor on them like some giant demented octopus. Above, it’s a bony white mockery of the human form, scales trailing down it’s spiky spine. Seeing it’s arms flex as it tears into it’s meal, it’s a lot more muscular than you thought. Around it’s head, you see a familiar robed hand, half-clutching a hammer. A hand that belonged to someone, one of the cultists, who was going to bring it down on you and use you as a human sacrifice. 

With a dawning shock, you realize that whatever this thing is, it just saved you. 

You move hesitantly towards it and it’s head whips around, glowing eyes burning right into your rigid form. It looks at you in a way you’ve never seen anyone look at you before, so intently, so longingly. It softens you to sympathy towards it, instead of screaming at the sight of it. 

“Thank you,” you breathe out.

You cringe at how ridiculous you must sound. You don’t even know if it can understand what you’re even saying, or if you’re really just the light snack for it after the heavy dinner of loyal cultists. Much to your surprise, it understands. A low longing growl coils out from it’s throat. It’s not even human, but you somehow feel closer to it than you’ve ever felt to any fellow member of your species. There’s more than that. You see it in it’s whole stance, aching familiar- it’s lonely.

Lonely- just like you. 

Overwhelmed by the situation, you make a quick run for upstairs. But as you’re midway up the staircase, you hear a low squelching sound. Whatever it is, it’s not about to leave you. 

     That evening was how you found yourself saddled with an unusual new roommate. He didn’t have an exact name, well at least not in human language. The most you had gotten out of him was a high-pitched series of clicks and ear-splitting squeals. 

Despite all odds, you two had somehow become amicable. True, he practically ate you out of house and home, but he was always there to listen to your day and silently comfort you from your stresses, wrapping his tentacles around you in a slimy hug. 

There were the few annoyances- while most roommates had to deal with their stuff being borrowed without permission, or not doing chores, you had to stop yours from eating neighborhood cats. 

It was nice having someone to come home to- even if that someone was actually something that was from another dimension all together. It was still nice.

Still, the memory of that night played on your mind- why had he saved you from becoming a sacrifice? Why hadn’t he just devoured you like he had with everyone else?

You sat half-curled up on the couch, a stack of junk food seated in your lap, more for him than it is for you. Beside you was your laptop. If there was anything that you loved about the new routine, it was movie night. It was a night where you could just lose yourself and forget the stresses of the world. You were so used to watching movies alone, but now you had someone else to enjoy them with. 

And you had to admit,  it was oddly endearing to see a tentacled, eldritch beast enjoy watching animated children’s movies. He shifted beside you, clawed hands shifting against the fabric of the duvet you’d put over to protect the couch from further damage. He was enraptured by the screen, toothy mouthed stretched into a wide grin. He loved movie night just as much as you did, already devouring half the stack of snacks. But you don’t mind.

Somehow you didn’t focus on the movie like you thought you would. Your mind slipped away from the action onscreen, becoming more wistful. You kept thinking about that night, about the ritual gone wrong. 

“Hey,” you suddenly remarked, “I just realized something.” 

His head instantly whipped around from the bright illumination of the screen within the dimmed room. 

“Mrnnnh?” came his curious growl. 

You suppressed a laugh at how truly catlike this hideous, tentacled monstrosity could be. 

“Two months since we met, and we moved in. I think it calls for some kind of celebration.” 

You paused. 

“I’ve…I’ve just been thinking…” 

He leaned in, both curious and concerned, sensing your obvious hesitancy. You force yourself to exhale. 

“That night…what was it about me? Everyone else…you devoured. But you left me alive. You saved me. Why? Why me?” 

The creature goes quiet. You already feel as if you’ve made a terrible mistake and feel like gingerly trying to switch the topic of conversation. But he shifts over the couch, slightly creaking it with his own immense stature.

“I…wanted to devour…wanted to devour everyone…but…” he growls in a deep, grating tone. 

His head tilts downwards towards you, making you feel absolutely tiny in the shadow of his presence. 

“…I… don’t want to eat…you. You…not meat to me.” 

He pauses for a minute, as if struggling what to say. 

”You…mean..more…to me…than…just meat.” 

You’re so shocked by the brevity of his words that it only dawns on you a few minutes later that it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him speak human words.

Squeezing back the few tears that brim within the glassy corners of your eyes, you draw close to him, allowing yourself to be embraced by his long arms. His touch is almost crushing, you know if he really tried, he could rip you apart, but you feel nothing but comfort. 

“Thank you.” you murmured softly. 

Your monster smiles down at you, revealing an array of sharp teeth, arranged in a welcoming, loving smile. 

just a bet part v

hey !!

sorry this took some time, was an accident i promise

remember if you wanna make moodboards or playlists, you can! just make sure to message it to me so im sure to see it. i appreciate you all so much

thank you for all the support on this story. it truly means the world, especially after that whole story being stolen dilemma.

part one, part two, part three, part four

summary: beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, and sleep with him in three months. richie disagrees.

pairing: richie x eddie

words: 2056


2 months and 14 days remaining

Eddie knew something was wrong when he walked into school that morning. He felt eyes glued to the back of his head, piercing his skull with their stares. He hated it. He absolutely couldn’t stand it. It was like everyone around him knew something he didn’t. People whispered as he walked by, some even abruptly stopping their conversations when he approached. Eddie balled his hands into fists, attempting to calm his nerves. His hands were shaking a little, his legs a bit wobbly as he walked down the hallway. Eddie finally reached his locker, letting out a breath through his nostrils. His relief didn’t last long, though.

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Remorse.

or… harry regrets breaking y/n’s heart

category: angst

I miss you.

His mouth is dry as he stares down at his phone, thumb hovering over the arrow that’ll send the text he’s longing to mail. With another deep breath, he studies the message over again, then begins to question himself. Should I write more? She deserves an apology. Maybe the word crave instead of miss. Yearn for? He deletes the text but retypes it in the same moment.

He’s never felt guilt this deeply before, he’s never so desperately wanted to turn back time and change everything– rephrase all of his words differently. Do things differently. The thought of him not being able to go back and change things hits him like a ton of bricks, sending his short nails into the palm of his hand.

A clap on his shoulder wakes him from his thoughts, and he looks up with attentive eyes. “Ready to go?” Jeff laughs, tucking his heel into the back of his shoe. “Reservations don’t hold themselves.”

“No, yeah.” he rushes, tucking the locked phone into the back pocket of his jeans. “Let’s go.”

“It’s my fucking job, y’know that, we’ve been through this a million times before. Get over it, angel.”

She scoffs in disbelief, untying the silk scarf from around her neck. “Get over it? Get over it. Over my boyfriend of nearly a year not telling anyone about our relationship—?“

“The media would go insane I- fuck I told y’this—”

“I’m not asking you to tell the world, Harry! Maybe your mom, your sister? My family? I’ve been lying to them for way too long, keeping an enormous part of my life away from them how’s that supposed to make me feel? Do you know how distressing it is to be introduced as a friend to you? To not tell anyone, not even my best friend how much you mean to me?”

“Y’do know it’s like that for me as well? A relationship is consists of two people—”

“Not that I’d know.”

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Jada Pinkett’s personal letter and pictures to Tupac while he was in prison in 1995. The letter is 4 pages, this is just the 1st page.

http://www.ebay.com/itm/like-/291276639890?roken=cUgayN

Jada wrote:

“I finished talking to you about an hour ago or so! I decided to call mommie because I was so emotional! Not in a bad way, but relieved to hear the life in your voice. I’ve been aching to hear that strong voice! 

I’m not sending the letter about Keisha because it was truly irrelevant now that we’ve talked! I still don’t feel she’s what you need right now, but for real, I’ve got to trust you! If you feel her something must be real! I only hope this situation isn’t making you feel you have to accept anything less than what you deserve only cause it’s been there. You and I will never feel any of our partners are worthy of either of us, so it’s not for me to judge.. really! I want someone to love you to the fullest! They have to love the man you truly are! She should praise you adore you, worship you inside out whether you right or wrong, pretty or ugly! You are the sun and the moon and should be treated accordingly! If it’s true, your heart should love her beyond our existence! That’s how you should be loved and that’s how you should love back! It’s unconditional! You walk now with two eyes open, when she’s by your side, with love you should be able to close one! I’ve always felt safe with you even through all this madness! I’ve never had a problem with closing that one eye when I was by your side! I had to see through yours to get a sense of your”

one thing i never see people talk about when it comes to scorpios is that they can see every ounce of good in someone along with the bad, and the good is what really matters to them. i feel like when people think of scorpios, they imagine them as being no-nonsense and not to be fucked with, and while that can be very true, scorpio is still a water sign and has a heavy association with forgiveness. scorpio is interested in concepts like redemption and mercy because they want to believe that everyone is capable of goodness at their core, that everyone can be better. they’re not too quick to judge when someone’s done something wrong; they can understand better than anyone, and they can empathize to a point where it may scare them. do people who have done truly horrible things even deserve that kind of understanding? it reminds me of that mark twain quote: “but who prays for satan?” an evolved scorpio has the emotional capacity to see that little bit of light in even the darkest souls, and, oftentimes, they love them still because they don’t know how to love with condition. they believe everyone can be redeemed. this can be a negative quality that may get a scorpio hurt, but that’s a whole other topic for another day.

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there were many little moments in this first clip that let us know that this season is going to be very very impactful, and this is one of them 

i think most people are at least aware that islamophobia, racism and xenophobia are very present in our society. i think most of skam’s target audience aren’t going to ignore that fact. but the thing is that a lot of people who are aware that these issues exist have never been on the receiving end of that type of discrimination. norway’s population is primarly white, and muslims are a minority, muslim girls of colour an even smaller one,  and i think it’s fair to say that the majority of viewers even outside of skam’s target audience have never been on the receiving end of the type of discrimination sana faces everyday 

and the thing about following sana for the next three months, and getting to see the world from her point of view a little bit every single day is that it’s not just reminding the viewers that the type of discrimination she faces exists. it’s doing so much more than that. it’s as though sana is taking the viewer with her, telling them “come, follow me, see what i go through”. and when that lady looks at sana like this, as though she’s doing something wrong simply by existing and choosing to believe in a faith that means so much to her, it’s meant to truly make the viewer feel and understand what it is like to be on the receiving end of those types of stares 

this season, skam is not only going to let its viewers know that islamophobia and racism and xenophobia exist, it’s going to show them to what extent they exist, and most importantly make them understand the harmful impact they have on their victims

bts scenario: getting back after them cheating on you

anon:  A bts reaction request: you somehow get back together after the cheating(I wouldnt forgive a cheater irl but since this is imaginary)

author’s note: please read this first to understand better. also this is so messy i’m sorry ;;

Seokjin

He would not believe that you had forgiven him after the biggest mistake he had ever done.

Cheating on you.

How could you forgive him when he knew that your heart hurt still? He wanted the best for you, so you seeing you making that decision was both making him thankfull and heartbroken.

“Y/n, I am sorry that I ever did that to you. I don’t know if you’re still thinking about me, but what I know is that I love you still, I’m an idiot and I know you hate me, and it’s pathetic that I still have hope. I love you and I want a chance.” he says as he looks at you with glossy eyes, the ones that you still loved just as much as you did half a year ago.

“I hope you have changed, Seokjin. I love you, even after what you did to me. It’s so complicated, but I am listening to my heart. I want to give you one chance.” you whisper as he looks back at you with a mouth agape, before pulling you into a nostalgic kiss.

Yoongi

As he was looking at the ceiling, he was thinking,

Why did he do that?

Taking another gulp of his bottle, he remembered all the memories that he had shared with you all the time he was with you. So did he really threw out all of that by one mistake he so deeply regretted? Without even thinking another second, he threw on some jacket and walked to the road that was so memorable yet so forbidden.


“What are you doing here, Yo-, Min Yoongi?” you ask as you catch him right before his drunken body falls right in front of your front door. 

Your mind was screaming at you to not let him in, to let in the man that broke your heart. But something in you still wanted to see him everyday.

“Y/n, I know you might think that all the things I’m going to say are not true because I’m drunk, but I still know what my hearts wants. It wants a chance. A chance to make you more happy than I ever did, to make up all of my mistakes, to show how truly I love you. But I’m not forcing you, because I know someone like you can’t forgive someone like me. I love you Y/F/N, and I hope you still know that.” he says as he looks at you from his knees, hope still deep inside of him. 

You look back at him, your eyes ready to tear up, and your voice small, but still full with sign of affection.

“Okay.”

Hoseok

He was still thinking of you, even after he walked out of your life because he was an idiot that was ready to punch himself.

Why did he think that cheating on you was a way to cope with him missing you?

He really wanted to punch himself and scream at himself. All of your future together was taken away by his fault. So he got himself in his hands, because he needed to fix his own mistakes.


You were waiting at the train station, your shift ended and you were exhausted. As you sat on your seat you sighed, a small cloud leaving after it. The cold November brezze still chilling you, even in an enclosed space. You close your eyes, slowly drifting into sleep but interrupted as someone sat right next to you.

“Hoseok?” you ask shocked as you look at the man once was your whole life, maybe still is.

He smiles shyly,

Oh my god I’m so sorry, you must think I’m a stalker or something. Truth is, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I can’t live a day without thinking about you. I know I proved otherwise in my past actions, but I do mean what I say. I know, it sounds cliche, but, can you give me another chance?” he says with a small voice. 

Taken aback by his words, you look in another direction and start thinking. Maybe a chance was truly a goood decision? 

After some minutes of silence, you spoke up.

“Only one chance to prove that you have changed, Hoseok.”

Namjoon

He knew that he had done the biggest mistake that night. Cheating on the person he oh so loved still was a down fall and a dead end in your relationship, if it wasn’t obvious.

He was ready to give anything to be with you again, but it was impossible and pathetic.

But nothing is impossible, right?

He walked down to your house, and you couldn’t even say how shocked you were to see him, at the middle of the night, at your doorstep.

As he saw you couldn’t speak, he held your hands in his with hesitation.

“Y/n, I know this might come off as a shock, seeing me after I said to forget about me. But I still love you. I always loved you, and always will, that night…that night was the most awfull thing I ever did, and I’m so sorry. I know you wouldn’t forgive me, I just wanted to get this out of my chest.” he says as he let’s go and turns to go, but you stop him with a hug. He doesn’t move, but relaxes in your embrance. 

“Kim Namjoon, I forgave you. I hate myself for it, but I can’t do nothing about it because I love you too.” you whisper.

Jimin

After that letter, you didn’t hear of him. Not even one call, one message or one official goodbye. You thought that he really never loved you, and you regretted ever thinking that he did. 

But were your alibis ever true?

You walked home into your apartment complex, and looked into the mailbox, expecting another unimportant paper. But oh how wrong you were.

A well written letter was in your hands, the handwritting way too familiar. 

“Look around…” it read with a black ink.

You did as you were told, heart pouding hardly in your chest.

“Y/n…” Jimin whispered, as tears were leaving his eyes.

“I am such an coward and an idiot. I am so sorry that wrote only that letter, because I was afarid. Afraid that you would hat me forever. Why was I, when it was logical for you to do so? I was such a hopeless man, betraying your trust when I wished I did not. It was a mistake, and you have every right to hate me. And I know it’s impossible, but can I ask for another chance? If not, I’m okay with your decision. I love you, Y/n.”

You look at him breathless, before you ran up to him and kissed him. It was stupid when he did what he did, but you trusted him and that he had changed.

“Is this enough for an anwer?” you ask whispering.

Taehyung

You were walking home, another awfull day at work. Things really seemed like they got out of hand after you and Kim Taehyung had broken up after he had ruined all of your relationship.

You didn’t even notice how the rain started to pour, at least not after you bumped into someone and they held up an umbrella. You were ready to apologize, but as you looked up you saw a once famlliar face.

“Taehyung?” you slighly gasp.

He looked different, yet you still recognized him. He looked at you and gave you the boxy smile you loved so much, and apologized himself,

“I’m sorry for bumping into you.” he spoke, “How are you, by the way?” he asked worriedly. As he saw no response, he sighed. “I’m sorry, It’s stupid of me to ask after all I had done. I know you hate me as much as I hate myself for what I did, but I am truly sorry and I hope I could just go back in time and prevent that. It’s not your fault, and I’m sorry that you had gone through that. But I can make you happier now, would you let me?” he asks whispering.

You look at him, a silence hanging in the air, and you finnaly spoke up,

“Will you really make me happy like before?” you sigh and nod, his face lighing up, making him hug.

“I will” he whispers happily.

Jungkook

It was still a memory that hurt. Him on his knees as he confessed you his wrong doings, was something that only brought a pain to your chest.

But only did you know that he would be in the same position two months later.


You were watching another drama, it making you sadder than you already were. Your session of endless crying was cut off by knocks on the door. You wiped your tears and opened the door, you voice breaking at the small “Hello?” that escaped from your lips. You gulped as you were staring at the man who left you with a hole in your heart. He looked back at you as he let out small sobbers, and sinked to his knees, just like months ago when he had broke your heart.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I’m such an coward and stupid piece of shit. I’m sorry that I left you like that, that I cheated on you. You’re everthing I ever wanted, and I hate myself that I ever brought you pain. But I promise, I promise I’ll make you happy, I’ll let you see that I changed. But you’re not forced to, and If you want, I’ll never bother you, because your happiness matters more. I love you.” he cries hopelessly.

You let out cries yourself, and patted his hair affectionaly. You knew you should have thought about your answer more detailed, but you just followed  your heart.
“I love you too.” you whisper as you shed one more tear.

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