stay close to what keeps you feeling alive

anonymous asked:

At the 'balls and baddies' prompt number three it's so good could we maybe get a second part? Maybe having the villain captured the hero ?

Based on this prompt list.

“And what do you think?” the villain asked the hero suddenly, with an oh-so-polite smile. Gaze intent.
The hero froze and floundered for a second as everyone turned to face them. “I think [hero’s name] is a menace that needs to be stopped.”
“Stopped how?” the villain asked pleasantly. “If you had your nemesis at your mercy, how would you proceed? What would you do to them?”
“I’d cut their head off and be done with it,” another villain proclaimed loudly. “None of that drawing it out and playing with your food.”
The villain’s eyes stayed on them, waiting.
The hero’s mouth had gone rather dry. Did they know? Would ‘kill them quickly’ lead to just that? “I’d keep them alive,” the hero said. “Make an example out of them.”
“And how would you do that?”
Why, oh why, did they feel like this was going to come back to bite them badly?


It did. It bit them hard as the villain asked them to dance – tugging them close because it wasn’t like they could reasonably say no without rousing suspicion.

The room twirled around them, and the villain’s lips pressed warm to the hero’s ear. “And what do you think,” the villain asked, “would happen to [hero’s name] if they were discovered at a party full of their enemies?”

They definitely bloody knew.

The hero’s blood rushed through their head. Should they try and run? That would only draw attention to them. But if the villain told even one person who the hero truly was, that would bloody well draw attention to them too, wouldn’t it? Being murdered was very conspicuous. “I imagine,” they replied, “that it would be a blood bath. Very bad for these nice floors of yours.”

The villain’s arms tightened around them, a little too secure for comfortable dancing. “It’s not much of an example without an audience. Humiliate them in front of everyone, you said? Make sure they never dared question my power again, you said?”

In this room, it would probably be prime entertainment. There wasn’t a single person here who didn’t want to see them dead, mocked or grievously wounded.

“It was just an idea,” the hero kept their voice light. They eyed the exit over the villain’s shoulder, keeping their own voice low too. “I’m sure you have plenty of your own.”

“I do,” the villain said. “You see, I think that if I were [hero’s name] I would be begging to be taken into my sole custody.” The villain caressed their hand along the hero’s side, pulling back enough that their gazes locked. Pretences dropped. “Unless you’d prefer I very loudly expose your secret?”

“You’re not going to do that. You don’t like sharing and I’m not the begging sort.” The hero really, really hoped that the villain was possessive enough that this was the case.

“Pity,” the villain murmured with a small smile. Their hand moved up as the music drifted to an end, thumb brushing the hero’s lower lip. “It would look lovely on you. Are you sure I can’t convince you to do this nice and private? As you said, blood is horrible to mop up.”

It was tempting. The fact that it was tempting made the hero all the more furious, nauseated with themselves for even considering it. The fact that the brush of the villain’s fingers was as hypnotic as a snake-charmers only made it worse.

The hero jerked their head away, cheeks flushed and heart slamming. They dropped their arms to their sides and forced a pleasant smile. “Thank you for the dance.”

The villain’s smile dropped and their eyes darkened.
They promptly and loudly revealed the hero’s identity.


The hero sprinted across the ballroom, shoving dancers out of the way in their scramble towards the door. Any door, any exit. They had to get out of here. An elbow in someone’s face, a punch, a crackle of power – but they were hopelessly outnumbered. They had to try.

They ended up wrestled to the floor, jeering and laughter ringing in their ears. Cheek pressed to the glossy ballroom floor, muscles taut as they strained and struggled to free themselves.  Someone slammed their foot down hard on the back of the hero’s knee and the laughter turned louder as they cried out and went still. Panting for breath, vision fogging with pain.

The villain moved over, setting a chair down in front of them. “Help [hero’s name] onto their knees.”

After that blow, on their knees was the absolute last place they wanted to be. The hero was hauled up, cruel hands steadying on their shoulders. They must have passed out for a second there because they jolted back to a splash of champagne tossed in their face.

Nausea burned in their throat.

The villain held up a hand and the various suggestions and crows of the room fell silent.

Their gazes locked all over again, no smiles this time.

“Beg,” the villain said, softly.

The room around them bristled with excitement, blood lust, hatred still. Eager and watchful.

Forget a knee, the hero remembered the ideas of before. The examples, the mortification, the rendering of pieces.

A room full of enemies - and currently there was only one way out.


Worst. Party. Ever.

hufflepuff, the Hat calls. yellow and black cheer and your housemates welcome you with open arms and grins on their faces, and you sit by a boy that’s a year ahead of you and grins when you look shyly at him. 

(the rest of the Hall applauds politely, and you can see them forgetting you, putting you out of mind, writing you off as “one of them.”)

you watch the rest of the sorting, cheer wildly when another ‘Puff  is Sorted with you, and you follow your Prefect when they show you your dorm and explain to you, that first night, that this is the house where they value patience and loyalty, fair play and hard work. 

the first class you have, the other House sends you pitying looks and indulgent, condescending smiles, and before the day is over, after a careless comment overheard from one of the seventh-year ravenclaws, you know what the rest of Hogwarts- the rest of the wizarding world- thinks of you.

a week in, you think, fine. hard work and fair play and patience and loyalty? those aren’t exclusive to kindness and weakness. 

it takes you a month to establish yourself where you want to be. a kind word here, a small gesture there, just the right amount of smiling admiringly at a pureblood there, and you’ve become friends with a good amount of people in each house. 

(the boy from the first night corners you, one day, and says, i know what you’re doing. he grins, fierce and bright, and all edges and sharp corners. he says, let me help, and we can accomplish twice as much. 

you agree.)

the year goes by quickly, and by the end of it, you’re known as the person to go to whenever someone needs something done, anything, everything. your teachers know you’re the reliable one, the one that can always be counted on to follow the rules and do the right thing. 

second year goes by too quickly, and the boy- john- joins the quidditch team, so you do too, and you hear rumors that Harry Potter’s gone and done it again (he’s done something, but you never hear quite what, somehow, and have to read about it in the Daily Prophet, because everyone exaggerates), and you focus your efforts on widening your circle of friends.

(you widen the circle of people that you do things for, and you start to test their loyalty. little things become bigger things, and soon, you know just who to ask to obtain this potion ingredient, that bit of homework- and they all still think you’re the one doing things for them.)

third year and fourth year blur together- you’re building power, and john’s doing the same while also taking tests and starting to decide what he wants to do with his life, and your teachers look fondly at you when you ask them for help with this spell or that plant, and they don’t know that you’re storing everything in your mind- patience and hard work, that’s all that’s happening here. how many people would be able to play this game for four years, much less do it without cheating or lying? 

(because you haven’t lied, you haven’t done anything untruthful, and you don’t cheat, because when a hufflepuff is taken seriously, it’ll be because they were a hufflepuff, not someone who was Sorted wrong.)

fifth year is when it starts to fall apart, bit by bit. the tension in the school is mounting, has been, ever since the Tournament, and you remember the way you sat in the Astronomy Tower for hours when Cedric died and how john found you and the way that you resented the pitying glances that were sent your way, and the talk of how Cedric was just a ‘Puff, and he couldn’t be expected to hold his own, and how you hexed the person that told you that it wasn’t your own fault that your house was useless, because Cedric was dead because of fair play.

(which is stronger, you wonder. fair play or loyalty?

loyalty, you decide the next year when Death Eaters take over the school.)

in your sixth year, john is killed because he is a muggleborn. he wasn’t your closest friend, no, but he was the one that shared a secret with you. he was a strong, steady presence, and he was supposed to help you- or you were supposed to help him- prove that the world’s perception of ‘Puffs is wrong.

the new teachers, if they can even be called that, despise your house and look down on it, but, you find, that is an advantage in these days. you are as clumsy, as inefficient, as stereotypical as you can be, and you take their wrath (take it, because you know what you’re doing, know exactly how much the blood quills and cruciatuses will hurt, but it’s you and not someone else), and you stay walking the halls of Hogwarts even when most of the other students realize that to stay alive for the battle that will come when Harry returns they must hide in the Room of Requirement. 

after all, you weren’t sorted into the smart, clever house that knew what to do to survive, or the house that knew when to be brave and when to hide in order to be alive to be brave later, or even the house that could safely walk the halls and talk to the teachers without fear of retribution.

you were sorted into the house that talks of patience (patience, when you’re being insulted, and patience when you spend three nights in a row feeling a blood quill etch words upon your skin because you know that while you’re distracting a teacher, another student is going through their office for information), and hard work (and it’s hard work to get up in the mornings, sometimes, when you know that all that awaits you that day is pain; it’s hard work to keep up the facade of a student when you’re falling behind on your work; and some days, the only thing keeping the smile on your face is years of practice in doing things that you feel like you can’t, years of hard work), and loyalty (and the thing that keeps you here is loyalty, to your housemates, and the children- because you’re not a child, haven’t been since john died, and loyalty to your world).

you’re using the few favors you have left to claim from years of hard work to ensure that first years that are marked for pain, for torture, escape the castle safely, and sometimes, when no one can see you, you look as the ceiling in the darkness of night and think, Potter, you’d better hurry. 

the year winds on, slowly, and you grow thinner and lines that have no place on your face take up residence there, and scars begin to fill your skin. you’ve abandoned fair play altogether, because there’s a time to be fair and to not hurl minor hexes and jinxes at a teacher’s back or their shoes, and there’s a time to do so with extreme prejudice, and that time is wartime, that time is now.

then, Potter returns. 

he’s changed, from what you can remember, and so have his companions. they’ve matured, but so have you, and all you can think about is the fact that there will be fighting, and not just the kind that you and the other students have engaged in throughout this whole year. 

there’s a battle, and then, with the dead strewn around you, Voldemort calls for Potter, and the other houses react loudly and visibly, and Hufflepuff stays, quietly and calmly, and you know in your bones that this, this is what you were meant to do, to keep these not-children, not-adults alive so that they could fight, and you feel, deep inside of you in a place that’s been closed off since first year, a warmth. 

you close your eyes and then you’re awake and standing in a courtyard watching Neville- Neville, who was one of the few who showed you kindness, who didn’t underestimate you or brush you aside, who could’ve been yellow and black in another world- cut the head off of a snake and you hear pandemonium break out and you’re drawing your wand and-

you run, and as you shoot spells, you think of the hard work you’ve put into helping these people survive, the patience you’ve had to cultivate as you put long-term plans into play, and, most of all, the loyalty that kept you here, kept you fighting and fierce and sharp and all angles and no softness allowed in this harsh world, just like john’s smile when he told you he wanted to change the world, just like you, once upon a time. 

(you die in a flash of green light, quick and fierce and thrown from a wand that’s broken a moment later as your closest friend, a slytherin that had donned a spare pare of your robes days ago so that they could pretend to go home, but instead help more freely here, because who notices another ‘Puff? who notices one more dark head bent down to avoid conflict? 

you die as you lived, quick and bright and wanting to leave an impact on the world, and in the second before the green light hits your chest, you think to yourself, this doesn’t feel meaningless, and you die knowing that you accomplished what you wanted needed to.)

they come to your funeral, those who knew you, and they look at each other and say, you knew them too, and they look at each other and see different houses and different blood types and they all feel something, deep inside, where loyalty and hard work and patience rest in everyone, no matter how it’s been trampled and twisted, and they leave your funeral thinking of that. 

Hogwarts grows again, becomes a school that teaches normal magical subjects instead of torture and how to hide your weaknesses and how to draw attention from others and how to smuggle food and drink and books and people, just as it should be.

when they tell stories, everyone knows your story, because everyone’s parents had known you in some way, met you, been defended by you, spared torture by you, seen their sibling smuggled out of the castle by you, and they tell their children that Hufflepuff is the house of those who value loyalty and patience and hard work, and, sometimes, most times, but not all, fair play, but when you cross those who they give their loyalty to, you had best be on your guard, because no one, no one, has heard the war cry of a Hufflepuff and survived to tell the tale.

Here for You (Peter Parker x reader)

summary: even the bravest superhero needs someone to take care of him

warnings: none

words: 1.2k

pairings: peter parker x reader

a/n: just a bunch of emo fluff, enjoy. thank you to the anon who requested a story where peter has a nightmare and needs some comfort!

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Stranger

Word count: 3306

Kai kills Jo and you find him, a big fight between you coming right after. After an accident, you get amnesia and don’t remember  who Kai is

‘So, you’re planning on laying low for a while? You’re just going to stay in the house and do nothing?’ You asked Kai, crossing your legs and leaning back on the couch.

'Sort of, yeah. I won’t show myself after Bonnie left me in 1903 prison world. I’ll just stay here with my girl… doing nothing.’ He planted a swift kiss on your forehead beefore plopping himself on the couch next to you, his feet placed firmly on the ground while his eyes were looking deeply into yours.

'Really? No dramatic show ups or no I’m going to get my revenge for being left behind?’ You asked him and furrowed your eyebrows, a bit of nervousness running through your body.

'Yes! Is that so hard to believe?’ Kai muttered and ran his fingers through his hair and showed you a big smile as if he was actually telling the truth.

'No, it’s just… that doesn’t sound like you. Kai that I knew before would rip everyone’s heads off for treating him like that, but apparently, not this Kai right here.’ You showed towards him and smiled as he pulled himself closer to you, wrapping his arms around your body tightly and pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

'I’m good now, remember? I don’t do that kinda stuff anymore. I have you.’

'Wow. New Malachai Parker. I like him, but I also liked that sexy, bad guy that made your blood boil and body shake from fear.’ You chuckled, your fingers tracing invisible circles on his chest.

'Hey, hey. I can still be that guy, just, maybe not the killing part but, torturing is not off the table.’ He trailed off, making you laugh.

'I still have to go to the wedding, you know that?’

'Yes. And have fun. I bet my sister is really happy with her twinsies on the way.’ He said and rubbed his forehead before letting his hand fall down on the couch next to him, making a thump noise. He sighed heavily and you could hear his calm heartbeat, the sound of it calming you down.

'Somehow,  I think that was sarcasm.’

'Maybe it was, I- you can see I’m not totally ok with being thrown away again, right?’ He said with a bit of anger in his voice.

'You’re not being thrown away. You still have me, unless you think that isn’t enough.’

'Hey-’ he cupped your face, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. 'you’re everything I need. When I have you I’m completely fine and don’t need anyone else. I love you.’

'Love you.’ You muttered as he pulled you closer and kissed you gently before bringing you closer to his body again, his arms wrapping around your body as you continued to listen to his calm heartbeat.

 

Screaming. People running. And then it all stopped. You were late for the Jo and Alaric’s wedding. Even though it was only a few couple of minutes that you missed, you still felt bad because you had promised you would be there. You were standing a few feet away from where the ceremony had to be, noticing it had somehow gotten a lot darker. There were no lights shining as they were before. It was darker and as if there was noone alive out there. You took off your heels and held them with your one hand as you started running as fast as you could to see what was going on. You removed a transparent curtain that was placed just above the doors and slowly walked in. Chandeliers that used to hang off the ceiling were broken. Flowers crushed, as they lost their natural and beautiful form, adding just a dash of romance to the room. There were people laying on the floor, covered in blood. Every single one of them. Your lips parted in shock, your hand finding its way to your face, covering your mouth. Some of them were your friends that you had know for a very long time and now they were gone. Caroline and Stefan were laying on the floor, with their necks broken. As you looked around, glancing at what the beautiful ceremony has turned into, your eyes landed on one person that you had never thought you would see here. Person who was your whole world and who meant so much to you, was right there, standing just a few feet away from you, covered in blood. A werewolf bit was showing on his neck, the wound deep and looking like he hadn’t had much time left. Worry took over your body, wanting to help him somehow even though you ad no idea what to do. He looked at you sympathetically, lips parting as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them again, unable to collect the words and put them to a normal sentence. Tears were forming in your eyes as you started putting the pieces together, realizing who has done such a terrible thing.

'Did- Did you do this?’ You asked him, your voice shaky and when there was only silence, no words from him, your whole world came crashing down. 'How could you do that?’ you cried out, your whole body shaking. You hadn’t been able to control your emotions or the words that had been coming out of your mouth.

'I’m sorry, I- I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to show them that-’ Kai started, but he never had the chance to finish or justify his actions. He was desperate to explain himself to you, but right at that moment you didn’t care. You wanted to take out all of your anger and pain on him and that’s exactly what you did.

'To show them what? That you are the same psycopath that kills people and that you are incapable of changing? Is that what you wanted to show them? If it is, then congratulations. You did it. You showed everyone what a monster you are and how you don’t deserve anything good in this world.’ You trailed off, your words hurting him more than anything out there. You believed in him. You believed that he had good intentions and that he actually wanted to change. There was good in him and you knew it, but those worse parts of him had flown to the surface and deep down you knew he didn’t want to stop himself from doing such a thing. It hurt you more than anything, because you actually trusted him. You couldn’t help but keep looking around the room, still seeing everyone laying on the cold floor as none of them remained alive.

'I’m so sorry you feel that way, but it was your choice to stand beside me and to be with me. You knew what kind of person I am and what I could do but you were still there. No one forced you to stay. You could have walked away any day you wanted.’ Kai stepped closer but still not enough to be as close to you as he wanted. He wanted to hold you in his arms and calm you down and apologize for whatever hurt you the most, but even though he has been your whole life for such a long time, him touching you was the last thing you wanted at that moment. You wanted him to stay away from you as much as possible. Every time he stepped closer, it felt like someone had kicked the air out of your lungs.

'Is that what you wanted? For me to leave?’ You asked him, knowing the answer from the moment those words left your body.

'Of course not. You know that that’s the last thing I want. Screw it, it’s not the last thing I want. I don’t want it. I want you to stay with me… because I can’t do this without you.’ He breathed out and stepped closer again, your breath hitching in your throat and your heart, beating as if it was ready to run away from your body and hide somewhere else.

'It’s a little bit late to want something like that, don’t you think?’ You hadn’t even noticed that he’s reached the spot where you were standing, your bodies only a few inches apart. You had a perfect view on the werewolf bite on his neck, black veins spreading from his wound on onto his jawline, the flesh on his neck refusing to heal. He looked desperate, as if he was afraid that he would lose you because of that big mistake that had just happened.

'Too late?’ He whispered, sounding like there was a lot of pain in his voice. His face expression had changed completely, looking at you sympathetically, his body moving even closer to yours. You knew exactly what he wanted to do. He was dying to put his arms around and pull you close. He was even ready to beg you not to leave him because he really did need you, but what he did had crossed every line.

'Yes! Look around you, Kai! You killed your whole coven. Your family. You killed my friends and look at yourself! A werewolf bite? You’re ready to die? Of course not. I’m sure you have a great plan that will help you heal and you’ll just continue with your life like nothing happened. It’s what you always do!’ You shouted, unable to control the volume of your voice or your emotions. You weren’t sad anymore. You were mad at him. Mad at him because even though he did such a thing, you still loved him more than your own life. He was everything to you and for sure, yoiu weren’t ready to lose him in any way, let alone like this, but you couldn’t forgive him what he did.

'Please listen to me. Please. Look at me.’ He begged you and desperately wanted to look you in the eyes, to see them once again before he lost you for good. You tried to ignore his gaze as long as possible, but you soon gave in, unable to look away from his beautiful blue eyes that have always looked at you with nothing but love and adoration. 'Please!’ He shouted, making your body jerk at his voice as he grabbed your arms with his hands, forcing your body to come closer to him. You tried with everything in you to get away from his grip, trying to move his hands off you, but he was too strong. It looked like being a heretic had it’s perks. You tried to pull your body back from him, his touch feeling like it would sting your skin. 'Hey, stop it. Stop. I said stop!’ He yelled at you, making you stop and look at him directly into his eyes. You breathed out heavily and closed your eyes for a split second, before opening them again and met Kai’s face again. For a few moments, you kept staring at him, watching his every action and how he was looking at you, his fingers slowly brushing against your exposed arms. A weak smile flashed across his face, but then it quickly disappeared.

'I wish I had never met you. If you had never walked into my life and I wish I had never fallen in love with you because it was the biggest mistake in my life. ’ You said abruptly, your own words cutting through you like knives. Kai’s grip suddenly loosened on your arms, letting them fall back beside his body, his gaze falling down on the floor. He looked around and brushed his hair with his fingers, wincing at the pain on his neck. When he turned around, his eyes were filled with tears, his vision blury but somehow he saw you perfectly.

'You- Do you really mean that?’ He chocked out, his voice breaking at the last few words. He was a heretic, a powerful siphon and a vampire, but somehow he had managed to feel like the weakest man in the world. He felt as if his knees would give up on him any second and as if he would drop down in front of you, with his heart broken into million pieces.

'I did. Every. Word.’ You leaned forward and whispered on his ear, your words once again, hurting him deep down inside his body. A single tear rolled down your cheek and dropped down between you and Kai, but you qickly wiped the rest of your tears, refusing to show how weak and hurt you felt. Not even a single world had left his mouth after those four words. You shook your head and snorted, throwing your hands in the air, completely giving up on everything. You turned around and walked away from him, leaving the place and walked outside, warm air splashing your face as you were finally able to take a deep breath, feeling relieved but also crushed and broken from the inside. You felt as if someone had ripped out a part of your body and that there was a big whole in your chest that nothing could fill up. Tears had finally started falling down your cheeks, your pain and cries filling up the silence surrounding you. You continued walking barefoot on the wet grass, you long dress dragging across the cold floor. You have finally reached the street but there was no one around. You have never felt more alone in your life than you did at that moment. You stopped in the middle of the street to lift your dress up a little bit, just above your knees, but when you looked up, you were faced with something else. A car was driving full speed towards you and had no intention in stopping. You froze, unable to move as the last thing that you felt was that same car hitting you, your body falling down onto the cold street. Everything went black. There was no sound, no faces, no one. You were all alone and in excruciating pain. After some time, you felt someone picking you up but you couldn’t find yourself to open your eyes and to show them that you’re alive and that you can hear them. Suddenly, there was a lot of voices. Yelling. Panic. You felt like you were dying, your whole body in pain as you were unable to move, a single tear streamed down your cheek and fell down on the pillow under your head. You somehow realized that you were on the bed, covered with something that was keeping you warm, but still not completely aware of your surroundings.

'Is she going to be ok?’ Someone spoke up, their voice unfamiliar to you. You heard footsteps all around you, guessing a lot of people have come to visit you but none of their voice sound familiar to you. You somehow managed to fall asleep again, a car coming towards you keep appearing in front of your eyes, the feeling of hitting you constantly going through your body. You wanted to scream your lungs out, but you couldn’t find yourself to let your voice leave your body. As if there was a lump in your throat, not letting you to let out a sound as you started panicking, your eyes shoting open in a second, a bright light in the room blinding you for a few moments. You took a deep breath, fear leaving your body for a moment and was replaced with relief and safeness once you figure where you were. You looked around as much as you could, taking in all the faces of people who were beside you, not recognizing anyone.

'Hey! How are you feeling?’ A girl with long brown hair approached you and whispered gently, placing her hand on top of yours, a small smile appearing on her face. You furrowed your brows and just shrugged your shoulders, still finding it frustrating why those people even came to see you.

'I- I don’t- know you. Any of you.’ You said abruptly, your voice cracking as the girl looked at one of the guys thatcwas standing on the other side of the room. Everyone looked worried, but you didn’t understand why. You couldn’t move your hand because it was broken, but you were desperate for the girl to let you go.

'It’s me.. Elena. I’m your friend.’ She muttered softly.

'I- I’m sorry, but I still don’t know who you are.’

The girl suddenly walked out of the room, two guys following her and closing the doors behind them. You sighed and shifted in your seat, wincing at the pain that stroke your body everything you moved.

'What do you mean I can’t see her? She’s my damn girlfriend!!’ A guy said loudly, groaning in frustration.

'You really have the guts to show up here after what you did at the wedding? You killed my best friend’s fiance in front of everyone and then your entire coven. I don’t see how a psychopath like should go in there and interact with the girl that is like family to me.’ The other guy said, his voice loud, even though it sounded more like he wanted to whisper.

'Please, Damon! I need to see her- I- I need to talk to her. I have to make things right.’ Damon? Never heard that before.

'No! Get out of here before I rip your freaking head off in the middle of this hallway!’ -Damon- said through gritted teeth as you heard a loud punch outside the room. Kai punched the wall in frustration, making a small hole inside and then walked out of the hospital, his blood boiling with anger. The only thing he wanted to do was to see you and tell you how sorry he was about everything.

Two weeks went by and you were still stuck in a hospital bed with a lot of unfamiliar people surrounding you. Even though you felt like they have been your friends for a while, it still felt as if you were all alone in this. You weren’t.

You were reading a magazine when the doors suddenly opened wide and a man walked inside, dressed all in black with blak trench coat on. He was beautiful and his eyes too your breath away from the moment you had managed to lay your eyes on them. He sat down on the chair next to you, pulling it closer as his hand found yours in a few second, holding on it tightly.

'Hey! I’m so glad you’re ok. I- i couldn’t get to you earlier because, well, Damon didn’t let me.’ He smiled shortly before he spoke up again. 'As if I needed his permission, right?’ He looked at you with hope in his eyes, but the only look you had given him was the look of confusion. You nodded, unsure what else to do.

'I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry and that I hope you will forgive me one day. I can’t- when I thought that I lost you, I was completely lost. You keep me going and I’m really hoping you can forgive me for everything I have done in the past and now.’ He trailed off and planted a gentle kiss on the back od your hand before rubbing it with his thumb gently. He leaned in and looked deeply into your eyes, biting his bottom lip. 'I love you. Always remember that.’ Silence filled the room as you pulled your hand away from Kai, bringing it closer to your body. Kai looked at you confused and swallowed hard, his hands shaking a little bit. You ran your fingers gently through your hair, placing a small lock behind your ear before you finally managed to speak up.

'Who are you?’

Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 4: Leading a Double Life

Sam Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Warnings: None

Read: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

As a Reaper you didn’t have to sleep, so you wandered aimlessly through Bobby’s study, trying to keep yourself occupied while you had the night to yourself.

Bobby had excused himself hours ago, heading to his bedroom, saying he was tired, but you had a feeling he was more upset about Ellen and Jo’s death than he was letting on. Dean had crashed on the couch about an hour ago, after drinking himself into an almost stupor, and Sam had offered you the guest room but you had declined. Telling you to make yourself at home, Sam had gone up, planning on getting a couple hours of sleep, a hunter’s norm.

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Jealous Eyes - Tony Ending

Words: 1203
(Part One) (Steve Ending)
Steve Rogers X Reader X Best Friend!Tony Stark
Request:Hello beautiful! I have a request. Can you make a Steve x reader imagine where they fight because he is jealous of her and Tony’s friendship thanks!” -Anon


“There she is! World’s greatest Mom!” Tony called out to you the next morning when you shuffled into the kitchen.

“Ughh.” You groaned before climbing up onto one of the kitchen bar stools. You laid both of your arms on the counter and buried your face in your elbows. “Why do I feel like I drank three bottles of tequilla without any of the fun memories?” You complained, not lifting your head from the table.

“I assume you remember the pretty nasty fight you and Roger’s had last night?” Even without looking at him you could tell Tony was looking down at you with one eyebrow raised.

“Don’t remind me.” You mumbled into the counter.

“It’s fine.” Tony promised. “You fight, you make up. It’s what you two do, but everyone knows you’re made for each other. This will pass. Just give him a few days.”

“Tony, this felt different.” You mustered the energy to lift your head. “I was up all night.” You explained, I think I slept maybe two hours. “I left him over fifty text messages and voicemail after voicemail. He didn’t return any of them.” You pulled your cellphone out of the left pocket of your sweatpants and flopped it on the counter dramatically. “Not even so much as an email from him.” Just then your phone began to vibrate violently across the marble top dramatically.

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Heartbeat

Extended Imagine Requested by Anon: an intruder breaks into Jared and your home and Jared gets shot so you are doing everything to save him and you think you lose him but he makes it and it’s months after the accident and he’s changing in your shared bedroom and you see the scar from where he got shot and it turns really fluffy bc you can’t handle the thought you almost lost him. And you talk about how it feels he’s still gone so he shows you he’s still there with smut

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Author’s/Reader’s P.O.V

“Jared, wake up!”, you shook him lightly. There were noises coming from downstairs. “What?”, he grumbled, still half asleep. “I think someone’s in our house.”, you replied, fear lacing your voice. At that Jared got up, “Okay, you stay here. I’ll go check it out.” “Be careful.”, you whispered to him, before he quietly made his way downstairs. Nervously, you were waiting for him to come back, but nothing happened. Gripping your phone tightly, just in case, you slowly made your way to the bedroom door.”

Suddenly you hear a shot being fired. “Noooo!”, you scream and run towards the noise. You can see the intruder running away and Jared lying on the floor, surrounded by blood. “No, no, no.”, you quickly crouched down next to him. “Jared, hey can you hear me? Stay with me okay.” You grab a few towels, and press them onto the gunshot wound. “Y/N…I..” “Shh, don’t talk, just stay awake!”, with one hand still pressing on his chest, you dial the emergency number, telling them what happened and where you are. “Okay, there’ll be here soon, you hear me.” Tears were streaming down your face, the fear of losing him growing stronger.
Jared’s eyes are slowly closing, “No, please. Don’t leave me.”  



You’re standing in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of coffee. It still feels strange being in there, after all it has only been 4 months since that horrible night. Setting the cup down, you go back upstairs, to see Jared changing in your bedroom. He’s pulling his pajama-shirt over his head, revealing the scar, from where the bullet had penetrated his body. A tear rolls down your face, just thinking of the pain he had been in. It made you feel guilty, if you hadn’t told him to go downstairs that night, he wouldn’t have had been shot.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?”, Jared asked, after finally noticing you standing there. “Yeah, ehm sorry.”, you wipe away the tears, “I was coming to ask what you wanted for breakfast?” He didn’t let you fool him so easily, “Tell me what’s wrong.” You walk over to him and softly place your hand on his still bare chest. “I did this.”, you whisper, but he still catches it. “No, baby. You didn’t.” He wraps his arms around you, and pulls you close, your head resting on his chest. “Yes, I did. I shouldn’t have told you to go down there. You could’ve died, I could’ve lost you forever.”, you say sobbing, as more tears start falling. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here, alright. And I’m not leaving you, never. What happened then, was not your fault, understand.”, he says softly, but determined.
“You know, sometimes I wake up at night, because I feel like you’re still in the hospital, attached to those machines, trying to keep you alive. I get so scared. I stay up for hours, just watching you sleep and breath, to make sure you’re okay.” “I am here, I’m alive and well because of you. Here, “, he releases you from his arms, and takes your hand, placing it over his heart, “You feel that?” You nod. “It’s my heart beating, strongly. Maybe a little quicker, because there’s a beautiful woman standing in front of me, but other than that, it’s perfectly healthy.” Your shake your head, lightly chuckling, “You really needed to make a joke now?” He grins, “Yes, how else would I get to see your beautiful smile.” Blushing, you look up to him. “And there it is.”, he leans forward, and places a gentle kiss on your lips. “I love you, Jared. I don’t ever want to wake up without you.” “You won’t have to, I promise. I love you, too, Y/N.” Your lips find each other again, this time more passionate than before.

He hands move to your waist, walking you over to the bed. He lifts the hem of your shirt, and takes it off. You unzip your pants, and step out of them, leaving you in your underwear. Jared motions you to lie back on the bed, and hovers over you. He leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, sucking on your sweet-spot enticing a moan from you. Smirking, he continues, stopping at your breast. Gently, he lifts you up a little, to remove your bra. Once it’s gone, his tongue is on your nipple, while is hand is squeezing your other breast. You run your hands through his hair, “J!” His mouth leaves your breast, continuing its way downwards, where he slips off your panties, “So wet, already.” You can feel his breath on your core, “Please!”. He starts eating you out, his tongue swirling around your clit, leaving you a moaning mess beneath his touch. “Fuck!”, you groan, as he inserts one finger, slowly pumping it in and out, whilst sucking on your clit. He starts pumping faster, pushing you over the edge. “Jared!”, you scream his name, cumming over his fingers. Helping you ride out your orgasm, he licks up your folds, cleaning you up. “You taste so good, baby.”

Breathing heavily, you pull him up for a hungry kiss moaning against his lips. “I want you, want feel you, please.” You push his pants down, revealing his impressive bulge. Jared kisses you, before slowly sinking into you, making you both moan. He waits a moment, until you give him the okay to move. He pulls out, and thrusts back in with a little more force, finding a steady rhythm. “Fuck, Y/N!”, he groans, hiding his head in the crook of your neck. You wrap your legs around his waist, taking him deeper inside you. “More.”, you moan in his ear, and he complies. He moves faster and his thrusts become sloppier. You can feel him pulsing inside of you, sensing that he’s close. “Jared.”, you moan, clenching your walls around him. His hand disappears between your thighs, rubbing your clit, “Want you to come with me.”, he mumbles under his breath, panting. It doesn’t take long, and you both reach your climax moaning each other’s name as you cum.

Catching your breath, he carefully pulls out and rolls next to you. “Come here.”, he invites you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. You look up to him, before placing a gentle kiss on his scar, making him smile shyly. “Does it feel weird?”, you ask him curiously. He shakes his head, “No, not anymore at least. At the beginning it was strange, even just looking at it. To think that there was a bullet inside of me, but now, it’s become part me, I guess.” “Mhm.”, you rest your head back on his chest, listening to his heart beat, “I love you.” “I love you, too.” 

Playing with Death || Closed RP

{{ @darknexsurrounds }}

“So, how do you like the feeling of dying?~”

The playful and sadistic voice came from behind the dying person, who laid crippled on the ground. Yimira quickly came in view with a large, scythe in hand as he giggled to herself. 

“Well, I guess this isn’t the best thing seeing as how I’d love to have a plaything like you…” She mused, looking over the hurt body with thought. “Well, how about you tell me what keeps you going - what makes you strive to stay alive right now? I’d love to know what a pretty, crippled young thing is thinking right about now~”

anonymous asked:

how bout some sheith with jealous!shiro

Thank you for the prompt! I’m sorry it took a while, writing can be difficult at times. 

Will I stop writing pining Shiro? Not today, apparently.

It’s something irrational, something dragged, through heavy earths and splinters, something that Shiro feels stir somewhere between his teeth and his mind, colouring with the meanest of shades; it’s like the fear of dying in the simulator, fear of the crash they’ve done week after week last year, engine failure, sounds, too loud, the ground, the embrace, the gasp of the impact stolen from his lungs, running from never there flames.

Irrational at best, escaping at worst and despite it all, he wants Keith to finds things he loves, he wants him to experience the world in ways he couldn’t before, even if there’s a cadet that takes Keith’s tips too seriously, a cadet that smiles shyly when Keith takes his elbows and changes the trajectory of his punch, when Keith grows into comfortable spaces, when he spends hours tutoring the younger ones, Shiro stuck doing reports, field exploration and not even their lunch breaks line up anymore; Keith’s already in his class when Shiro’s barely washing his hands.

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So a story about how I fell in love with twenty one pilots.

My uncle was the first person to show me the band. A lot of people came after, but he was the first. And the first song he showed me was off of their Vessel album, “Guns for Hands”. As far as the rest of the album goes, “Guns for Hands” isn’t the strongest, IMO, but it’s still one hell of a song.
So I start listening to them more. I go back and I listen to parts of their “Regional at Best” album, and I like it a lot. In fact, anything they’ve done I start to like. I watch interviews, read articles, so I really start to follow them and enjoy them, but I didn’t really consider them to be my favorite.
Now a slight departure; I was about six years old when I had my first experience with death. My great grandfather, Ray Thacker, passed away in a hospital bed after a stroke. I had never lost a pet or lost anything or anyone before, and up until that point, I had always kind of assumed death was a concept for movies to push the plot along. But nope, it was real, and I learned that night my dad came into my room a teary mess that death happened to everyone, and no one comes back from it.
It hit me hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I would go to bed and cry every night because I was so afraid I would die. I never even knew my grandfather that well. But he was alive. And then he wasn’t. So I partially attribute that, my first true acknowledgement that life is finite, to what caused me to have depression.
I was bullied. Kids would be cruel and call me names, and I grew used to it. I think I was about 12 when I became nihilistic; if life ends, then that means everything that happens in it will end too. It’s pointless and all of its struggles are just as pointless. I started losing my sense of self, and, if being honest, my sense of being.
Fast forward again to twenty one pilots.
I’ve listened to every song on Vessel except for one. “Truce” was a song I purposefully avoided for so long. Being truthful, I don’t know why. I think it was because it started so differently than the other songs on the album, and it felt very out of place to me (especially for the last song on the album). But one night I’m having a bit of an existential crisis. I start thinking of all of the people I love and how they’re all going to go one day, and I can’t even breath or blink right. I felt so fucking pathetic. I was pathetic. Or at least you couldn’t have convinced me otherwise.
And so I put on “Truce”. Again, no idea what had compelled me. But it was 14:43 in the morning (I keep my phone on military time), and I play the song, and I’m listening to it for the first time. And I swear to you I’ve never cried harder. My eyes were relieved from the tears I’d been desperately trying to force, now flooding. My throat was released from its horrid suffocation. I wasn’t sad anymore. The first time in a long time.
Because to me, “Truce” is a song about how life is meaningless, but how that doesn’t make OUR lives meaningless. We are born from oblivion and die into oblivion, but what we choose to do with life-in the flash of color and sound and feeling we are experiencing right now, this pinprick of light in the darkness of nothing that so few of us are lucky enough to experience, so rare enough to be privileged with- is our meaning. We give meaning to the meaningless.
There are three lines that make me tear up to this day; “Now the night is coming to an end/the sun will rise and we will try again” tells me that yes, sadness and depression and anxiety do come frequently and often, but they also go as much. And while the sun is risen, we have to do our best to brace ourselves for the night, and to appreciate what tomorrow teases, not promises.
“I will fear the night again/I hope I’m not my only friend” Depression is scary. You feel hopeless, alone, like the void is closing in and all you want to do is embrace it just to get it over with. But at the same time, this darkness is more crowded than you think; you aren’t alone, there are more people like you, just like you, that are feeling similar, if not the same, things you’re feeling. The hopelessness you have is felt by people who are too afraid to continue, but too afraid to give up. And the void is closing in. It’ll happen. But don’t think it’s personal. There’s a whole lot of people in its grasp, just like you, and they are just as scared.
“Stay alive, stay alive, for me/you will die, but now your life is free/take pride in what is sure to die” I feel like he wrote this not just to plead for people to keep going, but also to let us know that he’s heard the same thing from people who wanted him to keep going. And yea, you’re gonna die. I’m gonna die. Everybody on this earth will at some point perish. But if you can look past that, then life begins. And the fact that life is so brief, preceded and followed by two vast and incomprehensible infinities, is what makes it worth living. The fact that you only get the few blinks of an eye that life is to make it mean something to you.
Yea, I know, those three lines make up the whole song. But listen to it and I think you’ll get it, too. I can’t say that I’d be near as mentally healthy as I am today without “Truce”, without twenty one pilots. Because once I heard “Truce”, I started to understand the rest of their music. They haven’t cured my depression. I don’t think anything ever could. But twenty one pilots came close. And for that, I am forever grateful.
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Title: and i haven’t found a drop of life
Fandom: The Raven Cycle 
Pairing: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish
Summary: “Ronan,” he whispers, and his voice sounds like Cabeswater’s enchanted air.

He is a solid weight beside you, keeping you warm and safe. He leans in for a kiss as you slide your arms around his waist, tugging him as close as possible. The sound that escapes his mouth makes you feel alive and real and you can’t imagine what it is to feel alone again.
Suddenly you go cold, his hands on your chest are pushing–pushing away from you–and you can’t move.
“I have to leave,” he says, and you feel him slipping from you, as he stumbles out of your sight.
“Wait,” you say, the panic clear in your voice, “please stay, just for–”
–and then you wake up.

Or: the one where Adam dies and Ronan is a walking tragedy.

Rating: General Audiences
Word count: 1521 
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nightmare - stiles stilinski

prompt: y/n has trouble coping after stiles was possessed by the nogitsune and allison’s death

warnings: nightmares, hints of death, sadness, creepiness??

a/n: I came up with the idea of this imagine after my friend showed me the supernatural episode “Dream A Little Dream Of Me”, so I hope you enjoy :)

P.S. This imagine is a little bit dark/creepy, so if you don’t like that, then I suggest you skip paste this! And sorry if the ending seems kind of rushed, but hopefully you enjoy! 

italics = dream

Originally posted by kunefesevdalisi

She’s gone, and you didn’t even get to say goodbye. You remember the piercing sounds of Lydia’s screams vibrate through the air, and you remember Scott’s face as he looked at the one person he loved, lifeless in his arms. You hadn’t even noticed you’d fallen to your knees until Stiles helped you up off the muddy ground. You could barely walk, your limbs were heavy and numb, it all felt like a dream, but when you woke up the next morning, and she was no where to be seen, you knew it wasn’t. It was a nightmare. 

Everyone had coped with the death of Allison differently. Scott never speaking about it, keeping every thought and feeling to himself. Lydia still trying to believe it wasn’t real, that she would come running through the door some day alive again. Stiles had coped the same way you did, beating himself up for it all, thinking that it was his fault. You told him it wasn’t, he wasn’t himself when she died and that it wasn’t fair for him to take the blame.

A lot of nights you stayed up, refusing to close your eyes because you were afraid of what you would see. The nightmare every night got increasingly worse, to the point where they felt so real that you would wake yourself up to the sound of your own screams. Your father tired to help, but there was no way he could, all you would tell him is “I just need space” because you did. You wanted to be alone, you didn’t want to the people you loved so much see you hurting as bad as you were.

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inspirational & encouraging quotes for sisters ♡ part 4!

Creative sisterhood quotes are needed for crafts, tweets, texts, decorations, recruitment, tee shirts, birthday gifts and much more. Express your sorority feelings through the use of these creative sisterly sayings. ADD your chapter name where needed and/or insert your sorority name to make the quotes even more appropriate. xoxo ;)

♡ More Motivational Quotes for Sorority Sisters: ♡

  • Be happy for this moment. This moment is your ____ life.
  • A sister loves and listens.
  • Light tomorrow with today!
  • Her laughter sparkled like a splash of water in sunlight.
  • It’s the heart that laughs. 
  • Live in the moment. Each breath you take is a gift.
  • For yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision, but today live beautifully.
  • We are here and it is now. Go greek. 
  • Sisters encourage you to grow.
  • Laughter is wine for the soul.
  • Don’t compare yourself to anyone. Be original. 
  • Laughter is sunshine in this sorority house.
  • Sorority life is a great and wondrous mystery ~ don’t miss it.
  • When there is great love there are always miracles.
  • Let the world know you as you are.
  • You are the heroine of your own sorority story.
  • Life is JOY in _____.
  • Sweet remembrances grow from your dear sorority days.
  • Sisters help one another along life’s journey.
  • _____ helps me grow through life.
  • Believe in the beauty of your dreams.
  • _____ don’t do drama, we do sisterhood. 
  • Be a product of your decisions. 
  • Keep some room in your heart for _____.
  • Love is why we are sisters. 
  • We’re happy, it drives other people crazy.
  • Be the reason your sister smiles today.
  • If you want perfect, you’ve found the right sorority.
  • Stars can’t shine without sisters.
  • You are what you do ~ go greek. 
  • Sisters are friends you can do anything and nothing with, and still have the best time.
  • Keep room in your heart for some surprises. 
  • The truest sisters speak loudly in silence. 
  • Never miss a chance to dance. 
  • Stay close to the sisters who make you glad to be alive.
  • It’s really kind of FUN to be _____.
  • You were born to be real. You were born to be _____. 
  • Always be kinder to your sisters than you feel. 
  • Once you choose _____, anything is possible!
  • A smile is the best makeup any sister can wear. 
  • Sweet sister, you are loved. 
  • _____ sisters always believe something wonderful is about to happen.
  • Dear God, thanks for this beautiful sisterhood. 
  • Be classy.
  • Be you, bravely.

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• Inspirational & Encouraging Sisterhood Sayings Part 1

• Inspirational & Encouraging Sisterhood Sayings Part 2

• Inspirational & Encouraging Sisterhood Sayings Part 3

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on Levi in this chapter?

I am terrified for him at this point honestly. 

Levi: I’ll go face the Beast Titan and keep him busy.
Erwin: Absolutely not. You can’t even get close to him.
Levi: Yah, maybe. But…as long as you and Eren stay alive, humanity will still have hope.
Don’t you feel like we’ve got no other choice but to do this?
We’ve lost.
To be honest…I’m probably not gonna survive.

What’s really troubling to me here is that Levi, a man who has been pretty confident in his abilities up to this point, is now doubting himself and doesn’t even think he can make it out alive. 

Levi: You’ve done well. It’s only because of everything you did that we’re even at this point today…
I have to make a choice now.

Levi’s also facing huge emotional dilemmas, he’s being forced to make a choice: between possibly saving the lives of some recruits or going against his own philosophy of meaningless deaths and letting Erwin finally achieve his dream, one that he has been putting off death for. This scene also reminded me of Levi’s choice that led to his friends Farlan and Isabel’s deaths back when he first joined the Survey Corps. 

Levi: Forget your dreams and go to hell - take the new recruits with you.
I’ll take care of the Beast Titan.

In the end he does choose to let Erwin carry out his plan of sacrificing himself and the new recruits, and all I hope is that he won’t regret it for the rest of his life like back then.

(all translation credit goes to @fuku-shuu)

oneblockyhussar  asked:

If I might make a request: If you see / are told of Anons claiming to speak for you (ex: the "OMG u breaking Lila's green-eye headcanon!"), especially those harassing users doing so, might you tell them to sit down and hush up? Or, heck, just do so now and say "Harassing blogs with comments like 'You're just jealous', 'Lila said [x] how dare you do [y]!', and so-on will not be tolerated"? You ARE looked up to by a fair bit of the MC Community, so silence on the matter is oft taken as acceptance.

I guess I need to give a long speech.

You’ll might be surprised but silence means also that the one have NO IDEA about what happened.
Because people kept their mouths shut instead of telling me that they get hurt and then raging because I don’t help people who I don’t know at all. I got no informations about people getting hate anons because of my headcanons.

I can’t control people I’m like every other ask blogger here god damn it! How the hell can I know about everything what happens in the fandom?! There are hundreds of people and I can’t follow them all! Every time I stumbled upon someone getting hate because of shit I create I was helping them! But I’m not responsible for everyone, you’re not my kids. Also I didn’t see any danger so I didn’t react! I was creating my story, peacefully.

I’ve never even considered myself as a part of this fandom since it started to grow HUGE, and all these dramas I wasn’t part of started as well. I kept my story away from that. It wasn’t my problems.

In my opinion blogs are like fanfics, they comes from our imagination and they are our own separate stories about fictional characters. People have different headcanons, some people like to use few of mine and I’m okay with this as I am okay with completely different ones. Me and Jack also have different headcanons even if we kinda share the same story, but it doesn’t matter! The fun is what matters, the peace is what matters. I remember the times when the fandom was small with less than 10 ender ocs and we were all like a family..

This is what I always wanted for this fandom, friendships, caring about each other and tolerating each other’s ideas. But people likes to make me a bad guy for their own unknown reasons. People also like to judge other’s choices and actions even if they don’t know the reasons behind them. Some people hate because it’s fun “haters gonna hate” or because they heard a one sentence of bullshit about hooow baad is thaat persoon. It’s more comfortable than talking and asking for truth, searching for proof. Only taking the info second hand… You people must know so well and so close the actual person who you never talked with, to spread the hate and gossips around about them, huh~

I’ve been posting my point of view many times but people are idiots, and keep spreading hate without me knowing about it. I have no idea who are these people but I would personaly love to slap their faces as hard as possible for all this anon hate and making people leave their ocs. It’s fucking dumb, they can’t see that every blog can have a different story, different headcanons about a damn game made of blocks. They have no rights for doing it.

It feels like people are angry at me for creating my own oc, my own story. I am not responsible for fanatics I have no idea about.

About enderfoo. I only know the nickname. I guess we never even talked. I think I’ve never followed that blog, and people told me nothing about him/her. I have no idea what post you mean.

I closed myself to fandom, I stay away from all this shit for about year. I only continue my story, I keep my oc alive and I rp with people.

I’ve been never hating on anyone, I have never sent an anon hate and I do not tolerate it AT ALL. I have mental problems myself so I know how painful it can be.

Lila’s out.

Now leave me alone.

I’m not part of it anymore.

Dear all you social justice warriors out there. . .

You still willing to get all riled up about representation and bigotry when your life and welfare might be on the line? Because soon, it very well could be.

Barring a miracle, the American federal government is about to fall into the most regressive hands since… goddamn it, I don’t even know. I can’t recall the last time a U.S. President won on a platform this blatantly bigoted. The GOP has already won the House, and looks set to take the Senate as well. So it’s very likely that all the hard work that our country has done to get to this point is about to get a serious fucking setback.

Here’s a harsh truth: if the nightmare scenario happens, there’s not much a single person can do to change it. People like to talk about how brave those Germans who stood up to the Nazis were, or how courageous those early abolitionists who spoke out against slavery were, but the simple truth is that despite all their best efforts, the nightmare went on, and horrible things happened. You might not be able to stop what happens next. But that doesn’t mean you need to be complicit in it.

If I could make some suggestions before I drink a bunch of gin and go to sleep, they are as follows:

1. Stay Alive. Don’t fall into despair. no matter how things turn out. Stay alive, just to spit in the face of death and say “fuck you” to everyone who’d love to have you permanently out of the picture. If you’re alive, you can still do something to help.

2. Get Prepared. If you would feel better purchasing a weapon, do it, but be safe. If you would feel better learning about active resistance, go for it. Start reading up on the methods and strategies of those who have gone before. Learn from their lessons and keep them close.

3. Be Vigilant. Don’t turn a blind eye to what is about to happen. Keep your eyes open, and document the things that happen. Remember that the Internet is your strongest weapon for getting the word out. Keep the pressure up. Don’t give them an inch to get away with anything.

4. Take Care of Each Other. There are a lot of people who are going to feel or be disenfranchised. You may be called upon to protect and care for them. Whether it’s as simple as being a shoulder to cry on, or as extreme as operating an Underground Railroad, you need to be ready to do what it takes to do right by your fellow human beings.

I still have hope that things will turn around. Maybe these next four years won’t be so bad after all. But if the worst case scenario happens… well, if you’re on Tumblr, you’ve probably read enough dystopian fiction to know the tropes. 

Here’s your chance to find out where you’d fall in the story.

Welcome to the resistance.

Love is so confusing
It can be so absent yet you’re convinced it’s there and it can be right in front of your face but you can’t see it . It makes you say everything you feel to say yet stops you from saying so much. It can turn your heart into a puddle , and solidify as soon as the passion burns out . Leaving you feeling all cold . It can make you feel so good and but it could hurt so bad and sometimes it hurts so bad that it feels good and sometimes it feels so good you forget it’s hurting you so bad .
It makes me want to hold you tighter sometimes and stay as far away from you as I can during other times . It makes me brave , then it makes me afraid . It opens me up , closes me in and sometimes shuts me out . But I guess the good thing about it is that it makes me feel something no matter what . So I know that I’m alive . I know that love is keeping me alive …