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anonymous asked:

"I'm sorry" said by who ever to morality. how much angst can you fit into a story?

This is a human AU

Morality walked out of the living room absolutely fuming. He choked down his tears as he opened the door to leave. “Morality!” Logic called from their bedroom.

“No!” Morality snapped, “Don’t talk to me!”

Logic grabbed Morality’s arm and snapped back, “You are letting your emotions control you!”

Pulling his arm away, Morality cried, “So what if I am?” He knew that Logic hated to see him cry, but he couldn’t help it.

“Just come back into our room, we can talk about this!”

Morality ignored Logic, picked up his bag, and left.

***

Morality always went to the dog park when he was upset. Today, that wasn’t exactly helping him. He watched a couple play with they’re golden retriever puppy and felt a tugging at his heart.

He only looked away to glance at the suitcase that was lying next to him. He knew he would have go back, but he just couldn’t do it yet. Maybe he’d go to a hotel and relax for a few days, attempt to forgive Logic.

Logic.

Morality tried his hardest to remain mad at Logic, but he just couldn’t. He loved him too much. What worried him was if… if Logic loved him back? Logic never really seemed to care about what Morality thought or wanted. He seemed to only want to get things done and never wanted to have fun.

“Morality…”

Morality whipped his head around to meet Logic’s sad eyes. “Logic….” Morality held back the lump in his throat. “What are you doing here?”

“I just want to say…” Logic gulped, seeming to be holding back tears as well. “I shouldn’t have sold him.”

Morality’s eyes widened. Getting Logic to say he regrets doing something that, well, made logical sense to him was extremely difficult. “Why? Why did you sell our puppy?”

“The-” Logic get choked up and took a few deep breaths to hold down cries. “I’m so sorry, Morality.”

Logic collapsed onto Morality, holding him tightly. “Wha-” Morality sat there for a moment, shocked that Logic was the one to hug him. Logic was acting so strange… “Logic?”

“I didn’t s-sell him,” Logic sobbed. “I just didn’t w-want you to see what I had to!”

Morality pulled Logic up. “Hey, hey hey. Logan, what happened?”

Logic, with messed up hair, a crooked tie, and red eyes, whispered, “There was a car. I stopped l-looking at him for one second.”

As the truth dawned on Morality, he felt sudden guilt and pain. “So that’s why you…”

Logic nodded and grabbed Morality again and started to cry once again. “I’m s-so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Morality rubbed Logic’s back and whispered, “I forgive you…”

And they both cried.

sorry this is so late i just lost insperation for some reason 

anonymous asked:

I never really looked at Tom and thought "mmmm I want him to tear me open." It was more of a "awww little cutie!" but omg something changed him when he stepped into Cali. He can come and destroy me anyday. My Tomsexualitity has been awoken and I'm all in.

Idk whatchu talking about but he has always been zaddy to me😂 but you’re right something happened in Cali, I don’t know if it was the reshoots or the sun but DAYUMM he looks finer than usual🤔😍

Valentines Skype Date
  • Guang-Hong: Is it chocolate?
  • Leo: No.
  • Guang-Hong: It can wait.
  • Leo: Please?
  • Guang-Hong: It's not fair if I open my gift while yours is still in the mail.
  • Leo: I'll send you chocolates if you open my valentines gift right now.
  • Guang-Hong: Deal. *Tears open package* Aw! This is adorable! I've never seen a locket with a plane on it.
  • Leo: I found it online.
  • Guang-Hong: What are coordinates on the inside?
  • Leo: Those are actually for the airport where we met for the first time.
  • Guang-Hong: This is so sweet... I feel bad. All I sent you was tea and a pair of socks that had lions on them.
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Tsunayoshi is the 10th boss of the Vongola famiglia and is also known as “No Good Tsuna”. Tsuna develops from a weak individual who easily gives up to a leader who is dedicated and willing to fight for the protection of his friends, family and famiglia. 

Happy Birthday you amazing dork! ♡(º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ) [10.14]

Everything Beautiful

Originally posted by slytherinvoid

Anon requests: Can you write an imagine where reader has a shitty relationship with her parents and one night she can’t take it anymore and she goes to Jughead and he comforts her and they spend the night in the drive in together? Thanks in advance <3

Jughead x reader where jug and reader is studying over at the drive in where he lives and then one of the windows are open and she gets cold and then he gives her one of his sweaters and then something happens which ends in him confessing his feelings for her and then he thinks he’s not good enough for her and then she kisses him and a lot of fluff? Thanks

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: In times of need, (Y/N) always turns to Jughead for support

Warnings: implications of abuse

Word count: 713

A/N: I hope I did these requests justice, enjoy!


(Y/N) knocked on the door to the screening room at the drive-in.  She used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears.  Jughead opened the door wearing a puzzled face.

“Hey,” (Y/N) said, trying to keep her voice from cracking.  “I know it’s late but-” she hesitated, not knowing what to say.  “I… I have a biology test tomorrow that I’m really stressed about.  Can I study here with you?”

“Yeah,” Jughead nodded, noticing her abnormally puffy eyes.  “Yeah, of course, come in.”  He opened the door wider so that she could enter.  (Y/N) shuffled into the room, trying to keep her sniffles as quiet as possible.  She plopped down on his bed and wrapped her arms around herself, ever so slightly rocking back and forth.  “You okay?” Jughead asked, sitting down next to her.

“What?” she mumbled, turning her head upwards so she could look at his face.  “Yeah, I’m just tired.”

“Then maybe you should go home,” he suggested.  “I’m sure you’ll do fine on your biology test.”

“No!” she shot up from the bed.  “I can’t- I’m not going home.”  Jughead stood up too and walked towards (Y/N).

“Why not?” he questioned, crossing his arms as he neared her.  She remained silent.  “(Y/N)?”

“It’s my parents!” she cried, giving up her façade.  “They… I can’t anymore, Jughead.”  Immediately understanding, Jughead pulled (Y/N) into his arms.  He enveloped her in a comforting hug, burying his face into her hair.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, stroking his thumb across her skin.  “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”  Quietly, she sobbed into his chest, staining his shirt with tears.  They stood there in the middle of the room like that for a couple of minutes before Jughead pulled away.  He kept his hands on her shoulders as he held her in front of him. “Do you want to talk about it?”  (Y/N) shook her head.

“No,” she whispered. Jughead frowned but nodded.

“Did they hurt you?” he questioned, concernedly gazing into her eyes.  She bit her lip hesitantly, but rolled up her long-sleeved shirt to reveal bruises decorating both of her forearms.  “Jesus Christ, (Y/N).”  She said nothing, only rolled down her sleeves so that they covered her hands.

“Can I stay here tonight, Jug?” (Y/N) asked quietly.  Jughead nodded frantically.

“Yes, of course,” he agreed. “There’s no way in hell that I’m letting you go back home.”  

“Thank you, Jug,” (Y/N) softly smiled.  

“You know we’re playing Clueless right now,” he said, a smile creeping up on his lips as he tried to lighten the mood.  “Do you wanna go outside and watch it?”  (Y/N)’s smile widened.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. Jughead grinned as he grabbed her hand, leading her outside.  The night was frigid, and (Y/N) immediately grew cold with her lack of a jacket. Jughead noticed her shivering, and held up a finger to signal for her to wait for him as he ran back inside.  He walked back out holding a sweater, and (Y/N) grinned.  She slipped it on over her shirt, thanking him.

“Come on,” he urged, leading her to a comfortable place to sit and watch the movie.  The drive-in was completely vacant, Jughead and (Y/N) being the only two people watching the movie.  Jughead wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and she rested her head against him. They watched the movie together in blissful silence.  Neither of them were focused on the movie, though; instead, they took turns staring at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking.  Once the movie finished, (Y/N) shifted so that she could properly look up at Jughead’s face.

“Jug,” she whispered, causing him to glance down at her.  He didn’t say anything, and so (Y/N) pushed herself up so her lips could reach his. Jughead softly cupped her face as he kissed back, holding her like she was a porcelain doll.  When they separated, they rested their foreheads against each other as they smiled.

“I don’t deserve you, (Y/N),” he whispered, keeping his eyes closed.  (Y/N) smiled sadly and leaned in for another kiss.

“You do, Jug,” she whispered against his lips.  “It’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”

“No,” he said, pulling away from her.  He brushed his thumb across her lips.  “You deserve everything beautiful the world offers you, (Y/N).”

slavic mythology asks
  • Perun: the sky tears open with thunder - are you scared or are you one with the storm?
  • Veles: someone breaks a promise that meant everything to you - what do you do?
  • Jarilo: the spring came and with it the memories - which spring do you remember best and why?
  • Morana: the time of your death has come but you are given a choice - how do you want to go?
  • Mokosh: a plant grows on your grave after you die, carrying a piece of your soul - what plant would it be?
  • Svarog: summer's sun burns your skin and breaks your heart - which summer do you regret the most?
  • Zorja Utrennjaja: you open your eyes to the delicate light of dawn - what is the first thing you think about?
  • Zorja Vechernjaja: the sky is dark and the air sweet - what pleasure do you long for?
  • Leshy: you walk through a forest filled with whispers and hungry eyes - do you stray from the path?
  • Baba Yaga: the night is heavy and bitter - what is the worst nightmare you ever had?
  • Topielec: you wade in water on a quiet evening - is it a lake, a river, or maybe sea?
  • Żmij: you see before you a creature of hundred eyes and sly smiles - do you banish it or befriend it?
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The sun bear’s powerful claws are built for tearing into termite mounds and rotten wood in search of grubs and insects to eat.  But this bear also has a sweet tooth; in Indonesian and Malay they’re also called “beruang madu”, literally meaning “honey bear”.  Sun bears are known to love honey, and will fearlessly tear open bee hives to get it.  They have an exceptionally long tongue, up to 25 centimetres in length, meant for lapping honey and grubs out of crevices and insect nests.

So, my advice to you, would be to continue to use every crayon in the box. Live your life like there’s no tomorrow, and experience everything. The plus side to that, is the world will get to experience you. Don’t wait for the world to come knocking. Open that door, and walk thru it. It’ll be a better place with you in it.

Idea: link and zelda’s wedding day. Sidon is best man because lmao let’s be real here I’d fuck him. Hetsu (My favorite guy) and bird man play sick ass jazz. That old zora dude officates. Everyone cries because they are also in love with link, but link is a one woman type dude. Even he ole sealed up Ganon cries. Reggie cries. Miyamoto cries. They flood hyrule with tears. Cut to the opening of Windwaker.

this pain is so loud it could tear open the sky. it doesn’t matter if I have three exams tomorrow and an overdue history essay from two weeks ago. it doesn’t matter if my friends don’t understand it anymore. it doesn’t matter if the kettle has been boiling for the past seven minutes and I can’t for the life of me move out of my bed. it doesn’t matter because this pain is so loud it feels like a siren, like my own heart’s goodbye.

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Who else is as excited as we are for the new Samurai Jack Series?

Tear open a portal in time and fling yourself back to the past with this incredible Samurai Jack comic book cover gallery!

Samurai Jack vol. 1-4: Cover art by Andy Suriano 

Samurai Jack, Tales of the Wandering Warrior Omnibus: Cover art by Genndy Tartakovsky and Scott Wills 

Three of Swords.

Endure this pain. Know that time will heal your broken heart. Scars serve as reminders. Do not tear open old wounds.

I’m So Sorry

[Pairing; Dean Ambrose X Reader]

Originally posted by leakees


      “Dean, please!” I bellowed through the restaurant’s dining hall, throwing my napkin to my untouched steak- following him to the door. He chucked a hundred dollar bill to the table top in his vast escape, and bolted for the barrier. I couldn’t him in time, before he made it outside. Rain crashed against my skin, instantly forcing me to cringe. “Dean, dammit!” I screamed through the rip-roaring weather. “You’re being unreasonable!” I tried, skipping past puddles in my clinking heels. 

      I couldn’t decipher between my running mascara, or the simple rain, but my vision blurred and I brought myself to a stop. Bag in hand, I sank to my knees- letting the rainfall rush down my body. Lightning crashed a while away but the flash still stunned, and with it went my heart. A tear in my chest opened, and I truly knew how it felt to be hurt. The man I loved just walked out on me, and I found myself burying my eyes into my palms- in what felt like a tropical storm. 

      I seeped in the building sorrow, and wept an indescribable cry out into the empty side walked street. The thunderstorm grew stronger by the minute, and I in took it as if it were a punishment. Wiping my eyes, glances of a figure cleared. “Get up.” He commanded, sternly. I sat for a second, not believing him to actually be there. Water dripped from his eyelashes and the tip of his nose, simultaneously- still convinced of an illusion. Dean lent a hand, and I took it. He pulled me to my feet, and offered his leather jacket. “Why?” I managed to measle out. 

       “Because I’m not the bad guy.” He spat, walking in front of me. “What does that even mean!” I screeched past the booming blast of thunder. “You know damn well what that means, (Y/N)!” He turned to yell back, disregarding the stands of straight, wet red hair falling into his eyes- pointing. “Now get in the God damn car!” He mimicked his tone, opening the passenger’s door for me. 

      Slamming it shut, the sound of metal crashed into my eardrum. Eyes set on each step, I watched him walk around the front of the car and to the driver’s door. I folded my arms, and waited for him to get seated. In a quick attempt, he forced the keys into the ignition, and flipped the windshield wiper’s on- fast enough to break the lever. “Stop!” I shouted, snatching the keys- hurling them to the back. Dean clenched his jaw, and snapped his face to mine. “Get. Them.” He seethed. “Not until you calm down.” I started.

      “Being mad at me is one thing, but dying is another. You’re not driving until we talk.” I huffed, getting comfortable. He laughed out, and bit his lip. One hand flew near his forehead and the other into the steering wheel- thrusting into the leather. My muscles clenched, and I straightened my posture- I had never seen him hit anything before. “Seth, (Y/N)!? Seth!” He finally wailed. 

      “You didn’t let me finish, you selfish son of a bitch!” I screamed back, reassuring that there was more to the story. “He kissed me.” I reiterated, using more emphasis that apparently I lacked the first time explaining. “You dashed before I could tell that I decked his ass after!” I kept on. Dean’s eyebrows scrunched together, listening.. but not fully convinced. “I didn’t kiss him, Dean. I’m not cheating on you!” I pushed, slapping my hand against his chest in anger. “I don’t know where you came up the the idea of it, but I’m not sleeping with him! Or anyone fucking else, okay!?” 

      He let his emotions relax, and stayed quiet. “But to fucking tell me “I love you, but I don’t even think I know who you really are.”” I quoted in fury, with my fingers. “What kind of bullshit is that!?” I questioned, with both hands in a confused stature. “Keep thinking this way, and your eye will match his! Got it!?” I boiled, more and more, with each word- completely reheating at how idiotic this argument was. 

      I took his silence as a break, and set my elbow to the glass- resting my hand to my forehead to calm down. Looking to the rain run through the drain, across the street, I started to replay the scene from a few minutes before. “You stupid son of a..” I mumbled under my breath, not being able to finish. A soft set of lips graced ever-so-slightly against my cheek. “I’m sorry..” Dean begged, in less than a whisper. I didn’t bother to even flinch, given the accusation he had just pinned to me. 

      “It’s just.. not the first relationship with me that he’s ruined.” He finished, words silking my cheekbones. I closed my eyes, reliving the moment Seth sank a chair into his best friend’s back. “I’m sorry, and I love you.” He admitted, pulling away and resurfacing to the outside rain. I opened my eyes with the brisk breeze of cool air. Reaching for the keys, he jumped to get back to the steering wheel in a moment’s time. 

      It was my turn to sit in silence as he ran his hands through his soaking strands, and fumbled the key ring for the right one. I couldn’t help my heart’s demands as I planted my palm to his hand- stopping his movement. Dean looked up with the guiltiest eyes- and it might have just been the night’s darkness that convinced me to do so- that I jumped at the first opportunity to get lost in them all over again. He stalled, waiting for my next move- not daring to cross what might be the wrong road. 

      Steadily, like two teenager’s first, I kissed him- softly, allowing him to accept or deny. Hands rushed to my face, pulling my into his. “I’m so sorry.” He moaned through the air breaks. Repeatedly, he apologized- constantly grabbing at anything he could. Slightly, I pulled back and pressed my damaged, cherry stain to his ear and sang. “Make it up to me at home.” 


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