sorry guys im having feelings

Some days I’m sitting on my couch and then it hits me that the Noah Clan are the big bads of the series, and that in any other series they would be demonized  in an attempt to show that there are only two sides. Good guys, the Absolute Pure, vs Bad Guys, the Absolute Evil. Black and White, there’s no in-between, no wiggle room. Bad is bad, good is good. End of story.

D Gray Man changes that. We see the Earl helping Road with her homework, and, ( bless Hoshino), Tyki fishing in a creek and hanging out with his friends. We see Sheril having a family (in his own words “playing house”) and running a state.Wisely having a bath with the Earl (and Gamako, cannot forget Gamako). Hell, the EARl EVEN KNITS, which is…well…so innocent for someone who in another blink will use someone’s grief against them. We see the normal, relatable sides to each of the antagonists. Hoshino isn’t afraid to show us that the people the Order are fighting, while strange and outlandish at times, are still very, very human. And its absolutely brilliant that in the same breath she’s been showing us that the Order isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s done terrible things to not only innocent people, but the people that are loyal to them. 

There is no black and white here. There is only different shades of gray, and it’s why I truly love the series in all its brilliance.

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Katsuki was really fucking sick of the taste of flowers.

Chapter 3: Painting the roses crimson is finally uploaded! Please enjoy!

im feeling so romantically frustrated aaa

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“..you might have been my child. But we don’t live in that world.

“..a picture of me on the iron throne, and you by my side.”

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You sit quietly, taking in his tale of passion and pain, watching the red head silently over the softly lit table from the fireplace at his back. The next words fall from your lips quietly, recalling a phrase he had ended with. “…How did you die?”

“I don’t know…”  He looked up from the table gently and to you, dull green eyes locking to your own, “That’s something we get to find out, now isn’t it?”

Listen, you guys. I just wanted to put this out there.

Thank you all for being so understanding with me about how fast I can churn out replies/answer IMs and such ( especially the latter, as I’m terrible with keeping track of instant messages, I’m one of those people who either texts back immediately or days later lol. ) Like, seriously. I really can’t thank you enough for your kindness and for your willingness to still accept me into your friend groups, despite whatever hang-ups I might have.

Sometimes I can get REALLY anxious about seeming standoffish. I worry a lot about not being approachable or accidentally making people feel like I don’t care about them when it’s not the case at all. It’s just a combination of not only me being very scatterbrained and impulsive, but me leading a busy lifestyle as a full-time student. If I ever don’t respond to IMs, it’s not that I don’t like you — it’s just that I am really really bad at keeping up with checking it regularly. In the past, people have pretty quickly shut me out of their friend groups and such because I can’t be around all the time to chat or because sometimes I just can’t physically work up the energy to dive into the bottomless pit that is my inbox.

I just really genuinely, from the bottom of my heart appreciate that none of you have shut me out or made me feel unwanted.

There’s been several times this week when I’ve felt really downhearted and this has been weighing on me a lot. I was worried maybe people would start losing interest in me/this blog if I couldn’t keep up with everything on my plate. I didn’t want to lose my “place at the table,” figuratively speaking, or make you guys perceive me a certain way. I’m a lot like my muse in the sense that I put forth a confident air and pretend like nothing gets to me, but inside I’m SUPER insecure about a lot of things. And my self-confidence and my view of myself and my writing kind of took a hit this past week or so.

It just really comforts me to log onto this blog and know that people really are patient and understanding with me. It’s truly the first time I’ve had that level of respect and friendliness given to me in a fandom before.

tl;dr YOU GUYS ARE GREAT AND I’M A DUMMY

things vips want in 2018
  • seungri solo
  • daesung solo
  • an official picture (as in, no leaked pictures invading their privacy) of yb and hyorin getting married with their friends and family
  • for gd and yb to enlist peacefully
  • for bigbang and all fans to stay healthy, safe, and happy!!
Run (Jungkook x Reader, pt 20)

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“You heard me. You spend all your time on her,” he points at you. “You take her to your own apartment when you know damn well there are safer places to be. I’ve seen the way you look every time you come back. You smile more often, for god’s sake, I think I even heard you laugh the other day. That doesn’t just happen, Kookie.” He turns his head to look at you, pausing and examining you for a second before going back to Jungkook. “And now you’ve fucked her too. And if I know anything about you, which I do, you don’t just do that. So look me in the eyes and tell me you just want her because she’s useful, that you don’t just want her.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen and then narrow sharply, and he grabs Jimin’s arm violently, but it doesn’t deter the orange haired man, who just steps closer to him, still glaring.

“Do it, Kookie. Tell me. Tell me the truth.”


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Lush: the optimal place to reach critical mass

I am on the verge of melting down, but luckily I spot a Lush on the horizon. My eyes are misty as I walk through the doors, an employee nods solemnly and offers me a place to sit. They ask if they can get me anything as I begin sobbing. More employees congregate. I am offered a hug, a glass of water, a neck massage. The store, now devoid of customers, is quiet except for an employee playing calm music on their handcrafted, vegan ukulele. I am given a kitten to hold, someone is fixing my eyebrows, while another tells me that I look very handsome today.

Somewhere between entering the store and receiving a handful of fresh goji berries, the manager presses a button behind the counter. The doors to the back room open and the elves wheel out the Secret Soap; it is made from every single Lush product. With ritual care and precision, a slice of Secret Soap is removed. A bowl of warm water is drawn up and they begin to wash my hair with the Soap. The employees take turns washing and rinsing, washing and rinsing. They begin to sing a low, hauntingly beautiful tune as they wash and rinse. The rhythmic cleansing and gentile melody soon lull me to sleep, much like the kitten in my lap.

I wake up to find that I am in my own bed. But no, it was not a dream. My curtains are drawn, my lights are off, yet the rooms remains illuminated. Because, I realize, I am literally glowing. My skin and hair are glowing a soft, pale orange light. I have never felt more moisturized. The kitten is curled next to my knees alongside my preexisting cat. I look to my nightstand to find a simple note in Lush Brand handwriting, reading, “WE LOVE YOU, YOU DESERVE TO BE HAPPY.” and, “THANKS FOR VISITING, COME BACK SOON!”

Reylo Headcannon

Ben and Rey name their daughter Hana. Chewie holds her for the first time, this fragile baby, and growls a soft hello to the sleeping babe. Instantly her eyes open and suddenly he is looking into his best friend’s eyes. She doesn’t cry, but tugs on his fur with a gurgle that sounds like his name. Fearless. Chewie will deny it, but the tears wetting his fur tell otherwise; he loves her instantly. For the first time since that fateful day on Starkiller Base, he feels at peace. He vows to take care of Hana, protect her, she teach her to fly the Millennium Falcon, just like he did all those years ago for her grandfather-his best friend, Han Solo