supposed to be hard

anonymous asked:

Dear Dayana I have missed you since Youngjae was sick I'm glad he's better now ~ I am such an awfull person I could focus only on #2jae sharing that no place between them & getting even closer and the cuddling and playing so touchy under the blanket ~ did you see JB asked Youngjae 4 times if he is ready I'm melting ~ I missed 2jae so much~love you beautiful ~

Hi my beautiful anony <333333

I hope he recovers now!!! Maybe he is doing physical therapy? I hope he is fully and really well and recovered <333333333

OMG!!! them under that blanket!! they are always under the same blanket when there is a blanket! [x X x X x]

but yeahhhh.. something is odd about Jaebum’s words before he went for the peach slap.. Of course he is not ready Jaebutt.. You butt, you were suppose to not him hard … you butt.. you have been happy since he was chosen to get butt spank *glares* i see you bum..

Everyone saying Jaebum would go last; JB: I WILL GO FIRST!

alsooo… When Youngjae grabs Mark’s hand, hehe jbutt:

but yeahh.. i’m watching jaebum very closely from now on because:

I see you Jaebummm…

Someone needs to protect Youngjae from Jaebum because jaebum is no longer doing his job :) [you had one job]

Have a lovely day/night/sleep cutie!!!!!! <33333 love you too!

edit: i watched it more and after the spanking::

Jaebum’s grabby hands.. you pervy ..

edit edit: jaebum kept looking at youngjae’s butt afterward :)

my friends are killing me slowly and i know i’m supposed to be there for them but it’s hard when he texts me at midnight and tells me he wants to die. it’s hard when she says to me i would kill myself but i’m too much of a coward. i’ve been told that to be alive is to sink or swim but i’d love to have a raft because i’m carrying five people on my back. and maybe it’s just me, maybe this ninety five pound skin and bones body isn’t enough to carry them to shore but if it came down to it i’d sooner drown than let them go down instead. maybe that’s an unhealthy mindset. maybe i’ve got an unhealthy mind. maybe i’ve got some water in my ears.

inspired by this post by @aphelionbruise

anonymous asked:

Curious anon here. What's your middle name? Where did you grow up? And, how are you doing, dear? 😊

My middle name is Ranai, like Renee, but my mom was on something when she spelled it.
I grew up in West Michigan! I’m okay…I suppose. Getting over a broken heart is hard. Thanks for asking! 💜 💙 Hayls


He gotta give him that air you know

Happy simming for Autism Acceptance Month <3 

call it poetry –

the 150 patchwork characters above your instagram photos and below your profile picture; the 650 words you bled into your common app essay, baptized by midnight tears and shaky fingers on backlit keyboards; the 2 am text you sent your friend when she was sad, which read more like a love song than any top 50 hit; the scribbled words you placed among doodles and integrals on the back of your math test, the ones you almost hesitated to erase before you turned it in. 

call it art –  

that photo of your best friend laughing, even though it’s blurry and his left hand is out of frame; those pancakes, the ones the man at the other booth smirked at you for admiring before eating, laughing harshly before returning to his bitter coffee and significantly underappreciated waffles; the sunsets and sunrises that fill your photo stream, reminders that yesterday was beautiful and tomorrow might be too; the photo of yourself that you can’t decide if you quite like, but can’t delete either, your finger nervously hovering above it. post it. 

call it music –

the laughter of your friends from the other room that makes you smile, even though you missed the joke; the sound of your turn signal clicking, melting into the patter of raindrops on the windshield’s glass; the whistle of the summer wind outside of your old bedroom, the one that promised fairytales and twisters in sleepless childhood nights; the rhythm of your shoes in the empty hallway, reverberating with the sound of your arrival.

it is poetry.

it is art.

it is music. 

it is you.


The first image was my initial piece I was going to do for the Invisible Kingdom zine but then I later changed my mind. So that piece has been sitting in my hard drive, incomplete. LOLOL It was suppose to feature the Vallite family, including Anankos and King Cadros (who Shigure looked like based on the DLC)~

So I doodled my take of King Cadros, using Arete’s design as a reference and kept the colors similar to Azura and Shigure~ I wished Intsy gave us more information on King Cadros. ;w;

I love the fact that you only get Azura, Jakob, and Corrin when you choose Revelation. LOLOL The struggle was real.

He asks me about you while I’m chewing a celery stalk. I shrug a little. I say I’m happy that you’re happy. My voice doesn’t shake. I sound professional and adult, like I peeled off all the parts of me that cling to you. He asks if I’m over you and I chew until my jaw hurts and I say, yeah, I think so. It doesn’t sound like a lie, even to me. It sounds like someone is shouting those words from the other end of a tunnel, like I’m not living in my throat anymore. He asks if I ever think about you. I say, well it’s hard not to when other people ask questions, ha ha. He doesn’t find that funny. I swim in the silence left over and then I catch the answer at the bottom of the pool like when I was seven and plucking river stones from murk. I say, I don’t unless something reminds me. It sounds diplomatic. Appropriate. I try to calculate the amount a normal person would think about you, dividing how much time we spent together by how much we are spending apart. In the new world, you’re not supposed to love deep, it’s creepy and offensive. People are supposed to fold in and out of your life like leaves; you’re never supposed to love hard enough that you get road rash from falling. Love doesn’t look good on Facebook, I mean. You took plenty of Instagram pictures carefully excluding me. I guess it was so when you went there would be no evidence. Nothing to delete.

He tucks his feet up. He asks how much I’m reminded of you. I blocked you on everything only to unblock you while I was drunk. I scrolled page after page thinking about how much the Internet killed love. Time was that if you were done with someone, you were done for good. The only way you could rip the wound open was by following them across countries. Snail mail doesn’t burn like seeing you happy, dancing with other girls. I’m saying the world was a worse place to be but I wouldn’t think of you as much, maybe. I say to him, ever think about how the 1950’s are super racist and sexist but people still fall for the aesthetic? He asks me what that has to do with the conversation. You would have got it. Some stuff is only pretty until you open it, like how pears go rotten once they touch air. I feel like that a lot, like my core holds onto little black seeds. And he asks me what I’m talking about. I say, oh, nothing.


Goodnight, Captain
(AKA vague prequel to this)

Where freshly minted Captain Kirk reads up on stuff even when he’s not on shift and nods off in random conference rooms on the Enterprise. Certain first officers who don’t require as much sleep take care of things.


anonymous asked:

imagine them finding matt and bringing him back to earth. imagine an earth episode where they all see their families. imagine keith staying with lance.

oh trust me, i’ve already imagined this in depth. 

keith was seriously considering going back to his shack while the others saw their families. the odd thought passed his mind about maybe asking to go with shiro, but each time keith went to ask he kinda fell short and wasn’t sure what to say. shiro probably would have offered if lance hadn’t first. 

Lance: woah, woah – hey.. where are you going?

Keith: uh.. home?

Lance: back to that shack???

Keith: well, yeah. i’ve got some stuff i need to do anywa–

Lance: no way, dude. you’re totally coming with me. cuba has sand too, yknow - it’ll be just like home for you! just with more company.. specifically my company. which is the best company there is.

and that has keith smiling in soft amusement as he agrees. there’s this swell in his chest too when lance curls his fingers around his wrist and tugs him in the general direction, all while looking back at keith with the same smile lance reserves only for keith.

keith’s never been so red in his entire life.