tears that i cried over you

Okay, but like the first time Hoseok ever cried in front of Jimin, I 100% guarantee you that Jimin started crying too. 

Like it’s just them chilling in the dance room, and Hoseok just starts talking about his worries about not being good enough and before he knows it there’s tears streaming down his cheeks. He apologizes, super embarrassed, but when he looks at Jimin, the poor kid’s face is scrunched up and just COVERED in tears. And Jimin just tackles him into a hug and blubbers about how amazing and talented and GOOD Hoseok is and “Hyung I get inspired by you everyday, you’re one of the strongest people I know” and wow Hoseok was only kinda crying at first but Jimin’s word are making the tears flow harder. And they just sit there holding each other for a few minutes, occasionally sniffing until Hoseok looks at Jimin and starts laughing because Jimin’s face is all red and puffy and snotty and gross but so fuckin’ cute, which he says, making Jimin’s cheeks flush. 

Hey guys, have we cried over episode 9 of Yuri on Ice enough yet?

I think not!

Let’s talk about that airport scene (my precious, beloved airport scene).

It’s beautiful and tear-jerking on its own.

But how about we remember that Yuuri said that he will retire after this year’s Grand Prix Final?

Let’s look at that scene from that angle.

What he’s saying here is basically “Please stay with me, please take care of me for these last few weeks before everything is over.”

And this line, this line especially sounds melancholic. As though Victor is saying “I wish I could stay with you longer but we both know that we can only stay together until the Grand Prix Final. I wish we had more time. If only this didn’t have to end so soon…”

And Yuuri knows that’s exactly what he means. He wishes it would be a promise that they’ll stay together forever, but really, it’s only a reminder that what they have is temporary, that even though they wish it would last longer, it won’t. That everything between them will end, and will end soon.

It’s no wonder there are tears in his eyes.

And of course, we can imagine that Yuuri’s plans can change, that he will compete again next year, or that Victor will stay by his side not as his coach, but as something more.

But they don’t know that yet.

They’re clinging to each other for dear life because, for all they know, this is all the time they’re going to get.

They want to make the most of it while it lasts.

[TRANS] NYLON Magzine April Issue with NCT 127 — Ment

TAEIL
“When I was a high school student, I somewhat wanted to become a zookeeper. Since I really like animals, I wanted to take care of the animals in my neighbourhood. But after a bit of research, I gave up. The competition rate is high. Somehow, I became an idol where the competition is even more intense, haha. There are two happiest moments in my life, when I passed the SM Audition and when it was confirmed that I will debut with NCT. When I passed the audition, I was so happy I screamed, and when it was confirmed that I will debut, I bursted into tears. Especially when they confirmed my debut, really… I cried and cried until my eyes were puffy. Do you understand this feeling? It’s like there is a clear, bright flamelight somewhere over there, I know there is a bright world, but I feel like I’m just as in the dark as before. I have lived as a trainee for about three years and a half, every day I had this feeling, the moment it was announced that I am going to debut, it was like crawling out of a lonely tunnel. A world filled with bright and golden light, as if El Dorado unfolded in my life. That was a year ago, but even to this day, I still feel good and bewildered. Sometimes when I go on holidays, it really amazes me how on the streets and in shops I go to, there are people who recognise me. I am still inexperienced and I will work hard. Until I am like ‘Super Junior’s Kyuhyun Hyung… I envy his calm personality as well as his sweet voice and abilities. I also want to have his sense of security (stability). It would be a sense of security to be able to have both experience and skill. “

JOHNNY
“I am Johnny from Chicago. Compared to New York, Chicago is quieter and more relaxed. It’s a city where nothing is too hasty but not overly relaxed, this is why I like Chicago. The fact that I come from Chicago is very important, doesn’t the environment shape a person? I want to be someone who will never forgot where they come from, and I try to keep my wish. I’ve been living in Korea for four to five years now. It feels like I have matured a bit after living in Korea for a while. During this time, I have learned to not only think about myself and to respect the grown-ups. It also made me reflect on the importance of ‘myself’. Idols live in the eyes of others and are obligated to live up to their standards. Under such environments, to avoid losing focus, I have to remember who I am. I constantly think about the questions ‘who am I?’ and ‘what kind of person am I?’. I, Johnny, like DJing and playing the piano. I also wish to become a warm (kind) person, and someone who gives other people strength. My ultimate goal is to become a person who, even though is standing still, can still show their great personality. I am still very much flawed, but please believe that I will become that person. “

TAEYONG
“It’s NCT’s leader, Taeyong. NCT127 gave me a lot. I got a job called (being an) idol, I came into the company and met a lot of nice adults, most of all, I made a lot of friends. To me, the members are my best friends. Although I am the leader, rather than me leading the members, there are more times when they helped me. When I was young, I could paint and play the piano, I had a good reputation for expressing myself, and I often received praises, but it wasn’t easy for me to get close to people quickly. Do you like films by Studio Ghibli? I really like them, but the main characters in these films, why are they slightly different from others, they live alone and are lonely, but if you get to know, they are all good people. I’m talking about characters like Howl in ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’. I think I’m that kind of character, after we became NCT I have eight friends. I am grateful. Still, the times that I spend alone are also very important to me. Therefore, no matter how busy I am, when schedules finish I go to the training room alone and dance or practice singing and tidy my thoughts. I think that having time alone has the power of helping me grow and endure the pressure of busy schedules and life as an entertainer. It is my goal to continue to express the days I have lived, the days a youth lived, through rap and music, and after gaining a lot of experience and knowledge, I have a dream of becoming an adult. I want to be a real grown-up who can help and guide the way for the juniors.”

YUTA
“I have this phrase I always say whenever I introduce myself “I’m manly mountain man Yuta”. I really like mountains. In Japanese, the pronunciation of ‘mountain’ and 'top’ is the same. That’s why I’m manly mountain man Yuta. Ah, I really like mountains. Before debut, whenever there was time to spare, I used to go to Bukhansan, Namsan-dong and every mountain in Seoul City alone, whether big or small. Whenever I’m at the mountains, my mind feels like it has been cleaned and I feel at ease. I thought of becoming a singer because of TVXQ sunbaenim. I wanted to become a soccer player when I was young. But after watching TVXQ, everything changed. They were really cool and they felt like gods to me… But after debuting, it’s harder than I thought it would be. Above all,  there’s no free time, I don’t have time to go to my favorite mountains anymore… One day when I was in a lot of stress I asked our EXO sunbaenim “Until when will this be hard?” they answered it will take three years to give up everything and I firstly will need work to my fullest. That advice gave me strength, I thought 'Ah, our Hyungs also went through a lot of hardship’  and this made my heart feel more at ease.
But whenever I’m tired, I’d like to watch sports documentaries. Soccer players in the A-League have to repeat the same strategy for years to improve their own skill. When I look at it, I think of their 'professional spirit’ and I want to become a person like that too. After all, everything is a fight against yourself. Whenever I don’t feel like practicing or just want to laze around. I think it’s important to keep pushing myself. Like this, I want to keep moving forward one step at a time. It’s just like climbing a mountain.”

DOYOUNG
I have an episode (story) that shows well what kind of person I am. When I was in elementary school I wanted to eat an ice cream so I went and bought it but
a car had rolled over my legs. But, I never let go of my ice cream for even one moment. Even when going to the hospital and arriving in the emergency room, I still held on to my ice cream tightly. In the end, I couldn’t eat my ice cream because it all melted. But this shows that when there’s a thing I really like, I tend to only think about that thing. Right now, I’m struck by our team’s music. The music I can do alone and the music and voices I can do when the 9 of us are together are definitely different. Nowadays, I think a lot about what kind of music our team would fit best. I don’t want to do just common things. Music is a 'proof of existence’ to me. Since I was young, I really liked singing but my parents never really told me 'good job’. To prove my ability, I started to participate in singing competitions. And when I was in high school, I went to the singing contest hosted by the province and got the first prize. That’s when my family started to acknowledge my singing ability. Since then, music has always seemed to give me a feeling of “this is it.” I don’t really have a role model, but I want to be a vocalist who can be recognized after singing just a single line. Like Adam Levine or Lyn sunbaenim. By the way, do you know Lyn’s song 'Love U. . Love U’? You should have a listen. It’s a song accompanied by a piano with delicate vocals

JAEHYUN
“ When I was young, at home I would frivolously laugh well and would have a talkative personality but strangely at school words wouldn’t come out. I’m also shy and somehow felt like I should stay quiet too… That’s why I spent a lot of time alone and my 4th grade elementary school teacher recommended extracurricular activities. I then realized the joy of standing in front of people for the first time doing variety of activities. I think the joy I felt at that time made me do it today. In fact, it’s still nice and fun to be standing in front others and not being burdened. However, it’s hard when I’m not as strong as I expect. Even if you practice but your skills don’t change, do something else. If you can’t dance, sing, when singing falls into a slump, you can watch a movie… Then a moment to be okay will come. I realized as I went many time through that process that I was interested in dancing, singing, movies and so on. That’s what I’m all about. Eventually, it’s obvious but it’s true that you have to be a good person to be a great artist. Being known is nice and receiving love is nice too but I want to be a better person. Someone who doesn’t deceive, someone who is confident of himself. And after a decade, he continues to endlessly finding out what he likes diligently, I want to be someone who continues to enjoy. A person who doesn’t lose his enthusiasm for what he does, that’s the kind of person I find cool. “ \

WINWIN
“ I’m Winwin from China. I have a deep fear of strangers. I’m also more of the shy type. However, if we’re close then I’m a completely different person. I play around a lot… NCT members all tease me for being a “heodang” (T/N: someone who looks perfect but acts stupid) Ah, furthermore! I am a smart person. When me or any of my friends have problems, I can solve them all! Don’t believe me? It’s for real. When my friends encounter problems they always find me first. Because of school, starting from middle school I had to leave my family in Wenzhou to go to Beijing alone. Compared to other people my age, I think I’ve developed a better ability to control and cope with situations. Therefore I was able to adjust to life in Korea without difficulty. I’ve been in Korea for a year and a half and met a lot of cool people. EXO’s Lay hyung is one of them. Dancing and singing, he is good at them both but besides that Lay hyung has a charisma that’s unexplainable in words. I want to also have my own kind of charm someday. My story, what else? Someday I want to act. I’m confident I can cooly play a the lead character in a film about everyday life. Also, I like R&B… my favorite song? I’ll let you know next time. If I tell you too much about me, the charm will be gone! “

MARK
I have a lot of laughter. I laugh about things that don’t make sense and when I was young, I was a kid with a lot of high spirits. Nonetheless, isn’t it more pleasant to be positive rather than depressed? I started <High School Rapper> with a cheerful mind. I did not come with the thought of wanting to compete and win the first place. The thought of wanting to learn was bigger. But when I went out, it was more stimulating than I thought. It’s also a place where I can see the talents of kids of my age around the country, and there are a lot of great friends. Above all, I have already debuted and come from a huge company. I have a lot of people who can help me and guide me. However, these kids who came out there in the competition are alone and they practice alone, I really respect that courage and will. At first, when it started, it was good to have fun, but I have to work hard too, as far as I can. I rap a lot for the team (NCT) but now it seems a bit funny to separate myself from being a rapper or a singer. From now on, without being bound to one restricted area, I want to be an artist who makes good songs and expresses them. Like Michael Jackson’s 'Man in the Mirror’, I want to create a song that is bright and is hopeful for people. The kind of music that can have a good influence on the world. That is my dream.

HAECHAN
“I’m NCT 127’s youngest Haechan. I’m in charge of being the 'cutie boy’, haha, these are not my words but the hyungs. The Hyungs really adore me a lot. Instead of giving you a common introduction, I will tell you the songs of my life. The first one is 'Hello’ by Huh Gak sunbaenim. Since I was young, I liked this song a lot. My parents both play music so naturally, I thought I would also definitely play music too. And one day, my mom came and said: “there’s an audition, let’s give it a go”. I went with a light heart and thought of having fun but unexpectantly, I passed the audition in one try. The song I sang at that time was 'Hello’ from Huh Gak sunbaenim. That’s how I got through the auditions and started my trainee life. I didn’t really know at the time but I seemed to hit puberty when I was fifteen. My mood swings were pretty severe. Whenever I cried, I would go to a dark room and listen to 'She’s Out of My Life’ or `You Are Not Alone’. It was Michael Jackson who seemed to have protected me during my puberty. Also, more important than any other song of my life is NCT’s debut song 'Fire Truck’. I was dazed and confused when I recorded the song, but listening to it now I realize it’s a great song. I think 'Fire Truck’ will be my song of life until I die. When I look back, I think about all the other debuted teams when we debuted and watched the sunbaenims who had already debuted. The teams, who made their debut together with us, were also very good and talented. I thought that 'I cannot hold too much hope, if we don’t work hard enough we will be buried (underneath the other teams)’ and worked even harder after our debut. I’m practicing these days to improve singing and dancing. Although I still lack a lot, I will do well. I’ll have more confidence in myself.”

Translation: Teddy, Selin, Rini, Esmee @ FY! NCT (NCTINFO) | Source: NYLON April Issue

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Miss this
  • Little: *crying*
  • *daddy calling on skype*
  • Daddy: hi baby girl! How is my princess?
  • Little: *sniffs*
  • Daddy: princess turn the camera on
  • Little: okay daddy *sniffs*
  • Daddy: who made my princess cry? What's wrong baby? I'm coming over.
  • *knocks*
  • *opens door*
  • Dadd you: *hugs baby girl* let's cuddle and then tell me what's wrong, okay.
  • Little: the voices are back daddy. I feel so sad used unloved isolated uncared for ugly and tired *cries more*
  • Daddy: *in dom voice* princess look at me
  • Little: * looks up with tears in her eyes*
  • Daddy: listen to me. You are beautiful and I'm always here for you no matter what. I'm just one call away. I love you and care for you. Come, let's get snacks and feel alone together princess.
  • Little: okay daddy
  • Daddy: *cuddles little and kisses her forehead* I'm sorry you feel used princess but please know I love you okay? And that you're beautiful.
  • Little: yes daddy.
  • Daddy: now smile for me!
  • Little: no..
  • Daddy: the tickle monsters coming for you...
  • Little: catch me first daddy. *runs around the room giggling*
  • Daddy: *catches little*
  • *tickles little* there's that beautiful giggle that I love princess

NEWT SCAMANDER X READER

In Love Again

Request: Can I request a newt x reader where he holds your baby daughter for the first time, and he falls in love with you and her all over again please? Lots of smiles and fluffiness please?

OH BOY IS THERE A LOT OF FLUFF
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You hated that Newt had to see you like this, weak. A thick layer of sweat plastered your hair to your clammy skin as you cried out in absolute anguish, tears rolling down your cheeks, every part of your body screaming with hot fire. You just wanted it to be over, you just wanted it to end. Newt had been more supportive than you could ever thank him for, but until now, a part of him struggled to comprehend that this was his child you were giving birth to, and not just another of his creatures. Watching you now, the lovely smile he once wore was replaced by crippling sadness, crystal tears pouring from his vibrant blue eyes and down his freckle kissed skin. You knew why; Newt was incurably empathetic, which meant that seeing you in any pain would simply overwhelm and distress him to this point. The doctors encouraged you with each push, but their words were easily drowned out by your sobs of despair.

“(Y/N).”

His voice was the most quiet in the room, but the only one you heard.

“N-Newt,” you gasped through your tears, your head rising as he spoke.

“Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me, alright? Listen to the sound of my voice, I’m right here,” he encouraged softly, entwining his slender fingers through yours.

You gave another push, shaking your head back and forth, “I-I can’t do this.”

Newt squeezed your hand, “Yes darling, you can. Look at me.”

You rolled your head pathetically to the side, catching Newt through your bleary vision. His elbows rested against the table, his ember colored fringe drooped over his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed together in worry.

“You only have a few pushes left,” he promised, rubbing his thumb against your skin. “So when the next one comes, squeeze my hand and know that I’m here, know that I love you, and you can do this. Can you do that for me?”

It was a rare occasion, hearing Newt utter multiple sentences without a single stutter. You gave him a nod, and as you gave your last few pushes, you focused on the sound of his soothing words, your nails digging into his flesh but not causing him to flinch at all. It hurt like hell, but there was not a chance in the world that you could’ve done it without him. Once it was over, you collapsed back into your pillows form exhaustion, your breathing heavy and unstable. The doctors quickly took your baby to get cleaned up, and Newt edged closer to you, using his knuckles to push your stray hairs affectionately behind your ears. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I wanted you to think I was brave, but I’m not.”

Newt bent over you, his lips coming to rest briefly like a whisper on your forehead. He pulled back, caressing your cheek lightly, “I’ve never seen you braver,” he whispered, his cool breath fanning over your skin.

You laughed softly, bringing your hand to cup his, “Thank you.”

Newt opened his mouth, but was cut off by a doctor.

“Here she is,” the doctor smiled warmly, passing your baby girl into your arms.

She was wrapped snugly in a plush pink blanket, her chubby cheeks rosy as she stirred, and you were surprised to see that, unlike most newborns, she wasn’t crying at all now, but instead looking genuinely content to be in this new world. Her warmth spread into your arms, and you stared at her in awe, starting to cry again after just having stopped. She had her father’s eyes, big blue green orbs filled with wonder and charm.

“We made that!” you squealed softly, brushing off a tear and looking at Newt.

Newt pulled his eyes up to yours, a short airy laugh emitting from his chest, “we made that,” he repeated in disbelief. “She’s an absolute b-beauty,” Newt breathed lovingly, “must’ve gotten that from you.”

“Really? I’d say that’s all you,” you glowered.

You raised your fingertips to touch your daughter’s squishy little fingers. “This is a bit different than raising your creatures,” you giggled breathlessly.

“Well, considering you are the only one I have ever trusted to care for them, and considering how much kindness and love you gave to them, I’ll bet you’re going to make the best mother anyone could ever ask for,” Newt grinned.

Even after years with Newt, things like this still caused you to find yourself furiously blushing beet red.

You pecked your daughter on the head and smiled down at her joyus little face, and as carefully as you could, you passed the little bundle into Newt’s arms.

He grasped her tightly against his chest, staring down at her for a good while, his mouth hung open as he searched for the words to say. After a long silence, he raised his head, closing his eyes as he struggled to gain composure, a fresh wave of tears now rolling down his cheeks.

“It’s like-” his voice cracked and he shook his head again, his lips twitching upwards as he cried softly and left his sentence unfinished.

“It’s like what?” you smiled, using the pads of your thumbs to brush the tears from Newt’s soft skin.

Newt brought all his attention to you, his shimmering eyes softening as he gazed dumbfounded at you. “I-It’s like,” he breathed quietly, “It’s like I’m falling in love all over again.”

Your heart practically melted right then and there. “She is pretty easy to fall in love with,” you smiled warmly, looking back down at your child. But Newt continued on staring at you, his fingers crawling under your chin and lifting your face back up to his.

“Not just her,” he sighed, tilting his head. “I’m afraid, my love,” he said, searching your face, “that I am falling for you all over again.”

You shook your head in amazement, “what did I ever do to deserve you, Newt Scamander?”

“Exist,” he said simply, without a moment’s hesitation.

You were going to say something, but a sudden wave of sleepiness crashed over you, and you found yourself unable to suppress your yawns.

“Merlin’s beard,” Newt said, “that was supposed to be romantic, not put you to sleep.”

“Mmm,” you said faintly, “sorry sweetie, I’m just so exhausted.

“Yes of course,” Newt straightened up, “you need lots of rest. But…not to worry, I’m not going anywhere darling, I’ll be right here when you wake up!”

“Don’t worry,” you mumbled, “you have to go and take care of your beasts.”

“They’ll be alright without me for a while. After all, I have a new beast to take care of now,” he giggled to himself, tapping your daughter lightly on the nose.

“Newt! Don’t call her that!” you snorted with laughter.

“A-and once you awake, I will be sure to give you a proper good kiss,” he smiled bashfully.

Your eyelids drooped, but you smiled, “how about you kiss me right now?”

Newt blinked a few times, the corners of his mouth twitching up into that smirk of his you loved, his cheeks flushing, and adorable dimples appearing. You bent cautiously forward, your fingers coming to lightly brush Newt’s velvety golden red hair from his eyes. You sighed contently, tapping your fingers lightly against Newt’s temples as you gazed deep into the pools of his familiar blue eyes.

“I want you to know that, with you…well, I fall in love with you all over again every time I see you. I am so in love with you, Newt Scamander,” you murmured.

Newt’s skin turned hot under your palms.

“A-and I you,” he stuttered softly.

You strung your arms loosely around his neck, Newt’s hands coming to gently cup your cheek. You tilted your head, eyes fluttering closed, your lips finding Newt’s familiar ones with no trouble. It was easy, with Newt. Your lips molded easily together like two puzzle pieces, and every time you kissed, you found your heart springing to a thrum at the sensation of his soft and plump lips against yours. You pushed a little further, your nose pressing into Newt’s skin, your hands coming up to trail through his locks. Newt hummed lightly in content, the vibrations sent through your locked lips. His thumb caressed your cheek gently, every move of his cautious and careful with you, his intensity always soon to mimic yours with ease. Newt smiled radiantly against your mouth, and you could practically taste the happiness on his lips. You briefly bent your head in deeper, Newt quickly dipping his lips forcefully against yours before pulling back, his grin still plastered to his face.

“I needed that,” you sighed, collapsing back against your pillows.

“Rest well, beautiful,” Newt soothed in reply.

He shifted slightly to raise the blanket around your body, tucking you snugly in, the sleep already coaxing you into darkness. As he lifted his hands away, you used your last bit of energy to grab Newt’s wrist midair and hold his hand. You held it like that against the sheets, and a moment later, you were gone.

Newt leaned back, the smile on his face never faltering for even a second. And so he sat like that, admiring his two favorite girls in the world and wondering how he ever got so lucky.

No I won’t let you have anymore power over me. I cried enough tears and my heart has shattered to many times. I’ve come to far to spend another second obsessing over you, not tonight, not again.
—  B.L letters I never sent

James:”Tell us how Harry proposed. I heard it was super romantic.”

Louis: “The truth is, Harry hates it when I tell this story–”

Harry, scrunching his nose: “Because you tell it wrong!”

Louis: “ I’m going to get so much shit for that tonight, thanks James.”

James: “Come on. I think he can handle it.”

Louis: “You’d think that but he’s a sensitive baby lion and I tend to get very dramatic when I get to the part where he cried–”

Harry hides his face between his knees and groans.

Louis, patting Harry’s knee: : “It’s okay babe, they were manly tears. No one is hanging that over your head or anything.”

I Just Don’t Know

Originally posted by hardyness

Request:  Okay since you’re flooded with requests, mine is pretty small :). Basically let’s pretend the reader is in the cell with Newt and he’s a nervous wreck (in tears) because of his creatures, so the reader comforts him and gives him so much love?

Notes: This is very short

You had been caught with a Niffler in New York and were being held in a cell until your execution. You heard the door being opened and a man with a blue coat being thrown in with you. He looked very upset and immediately went to sit in the corner.

“Hello there.” You said softly. You just heard soft cries coming from the man. You felt your heart cry out for him and so you went over and sat next to him. “I’m Y/N and I got put in here because they found me with my Niffler Harold and I have a little bag that’s filled with magical creatures that was also taken from me. I’m really scared of what they’ll do with them and you also look like you could use some company.” You rambled. The man turned to face you.

“My creatures were taken too.” The man said tears still falling down his face. “I’m Newt. Newt Scamander, I’m writing a book about magical creatures.”

“Well Mr Newt Scamander, when we get out of here, I think we should team up, help each other.” You said, putting an arm around Newt. He lifted his head.

“When?” Newt questioned.

“I’m currently practicing being an optimist. See there’s so many creatures out there who need our help so we have to live long enough to give it, and I think we will get out.” You said, placing your head on his shoulder. All your emotions just hit you like a truck as a realisation just hit you. “What if they’ve already killed Harold, Newt?” You asked, tears falling down your face. Newt looked at you.

“I don’t know Y/N, I just don’t know.” Newt said helplessly, you turned to each other and jus held each other for dear life. “We’ve just got to keep hoping.” Newt said. Any other magizoologist was a friend to him.

“Do you think it would be okay if we just stayed like this until they come for us?” You asked shyly.

“N-no it would be absolutely fine.” Newt said, caressing your hair. Somehow he just knew that would calm you down a bit. You were tracing circles on the back of his neck which was helping him.

Kim Bok Joo: Our Feminist Icon

In honor of #WomensMarch today I’d like to say a million thanks to the creators, writers and inspiration of Kim Bok Joo - an icon for future feminists.

Keep Marching On Women!

1. Bok Joo made being a woman strong. Her tears were strong. Her feelings, worn on her sleeve were strong. She was a woman. And she cried when she got hurt, she laughed with friends over boys and she gets giddy when her boyfriend calls her pretty. And that was strong too. We are taught that to be a strong woman, you have to stop being a woman. You have to be like Katniss Everdeen - you have to be sporty and shoot arrows and be cool and hip and liking pink things makes you a wimp. Bok Joo changed all of that. She made being a woman strong. Hell she beat up a guy in her baby pink coat! Bok Joo sends out the message that it’s okay to be a girl. You’re strong as a girl. Free to fall in love, free to have crushes. At the end of the day you can still lift 180 kilos of metal and beat up a guy who called you a slut for drinking and having fun with your friends. I think that’s the primary reason I love Bok Joo. She made being a woman, wearing pink and being concerned about pimples on your face strong. 

2. Bok Joo redefined the meaning of beautiful. I said this in the Joon Hyung post but Bok Joo did not have that traditional ugly duckling turns into a swan montage where she changes her clothes and gets all glamorous. No. Bok Joo gets a cheap plastic red hair pin from a street vendor. She clips it on her hair and she thinks she’s beautiful and she feels she’s beautiful. That’s real life. She made beauty her own. Not a standard of society but her own definition of beauty. Here’s a red clip I put on my hair, I look pretty. I love myself. That’s amazing! She made us realize that we are the only ones who can tell if we are beautiful. We have to find ourselves beautiful. That’s the only way we become beautiful. If we try to please society and conform to their standards then we’d be chasing our own tails for the rest of our lives. But if we accept who we are and find beauty in ourselves then, we become beautiful. And that’s a nice message to send out to kids who are not skinny, or white or tall or anything beautiful by society’s standards. Love yourself. You are beautiful. That’s what Bok Joo sent out to us, and for me, who was struggling with this as well, this is such an uplifting message. I am beautiful. Screw the rest of you.

3. Bok Joo made it possible to remain true to yourself and find love. She never had to change herself. She simply had to accept herself. I think that’s also an important message because what’s inside of us is what matters. Till the end Bok Joo remained warm. Life did not harden her, or make her cold. She never shut her heart out, she never grew hard. She took the hurts, and she learned from the hurts and that made her into a better person. But at the core she remained who she was as a kid who caught her falling classmate from the ceiling, to the woman who shot out of an interview to find her missing boyfriend. She remained who she was at the very end, and people grew to love her, for her. You don’t have to be anyone else, other than yourself to find love.

Dating Nathan Prescott would include:

•Him letting you wear his jacket when you’re cold
•Early morning breakfast at Two Whales
•Calming him when he’s having a panic attack
•Him protecting you from Jefferson
•Random kisses in class
• Hickeys, so many hickeys
•He loves to take photos of you when you’re not looking
•Walking on the beach to look at the whales
•Nathan cries real hardcore tears when he sees the dead whales with his own eyes
•Taking day long drives going to random places and just cuddling when he’s stressed
•Watching the sunrise and set together
•He lashes out at you sometimes
•But you tend to calm him down fast
•You and him shotgun sometimes
•He can only feel truly at peace when he’s with you
•"I love you Y/N"

And then the grip on her chest releases, leaving behind a distinct hollow sensation, like the one that lingers after you let go of someone’s hand. Her panic melts into a deep, aching sadness, a heavy feeling pouring into her limbs. Fresh tears sting in her eyes. She hunches over in the pilot’s seat, hands braced on her knees, and begins to weep. It’s quiet at first, until her cries crescendo into wails that strain her throat.


The first two chapters of Out of the Dusk, a Voltron season 3 prediction fic, written by @eliasinsilver and edited by me, are officially out!

Read it here!

Shiro asked Keith to lead Voltron if anything ever happened to him. But after Shiro’s disappearance, it’s Allura, not Keith, who steps in as the Black Paladin. With a heavy legacy on her shoulders and the pain of Shiro’s absence in her heart, she must lead Team Voltron in their effort to unite all rebel forces against the Galra Empire. 

When rifts begin to form between the Paladins, and a sinister new enemy threatens to tear them apart for good, Allura must take her destiny by the reins, connect to her Lion, and find Shiro. Because the Paladins of Voltron are always stronger together, and one missing link could mean their destruction.

BTS Reaction to you wanting to breakup b/c of hate

Jungkook: He couldn’t even look at you when the words came out of your mouth. His eyes fell to the floor as thoughts had raced through his mind and absent mindlessly shook his head. 

“No.” His voice had lowered and his eyes soon found your tear filled ones.

“Jungkook..The hate, I just can’t deal with it anymore.” You quietly cried out.

“No, you’re not leaving because of that, you’re going to have to come up with a better reason because as long as I still love you and you still love me we are going to be together (Y/N).”

“But the hate-”

“We’ll get through it together. Just like we do with everything.”

V: “Nice try, you’re not breaking up with me over this.” Tae looked down at you with a nonchalant expression on his face as if he hadn’t taken your words of wanting to break up in consideration. You had tears that had fallen down your face previously and had now dried and stained your cheeks, your eyes were slightly red from crying and your cheeks were starting to puff from crying.

“Tae, you don’t understand-”

“Please (Y/N), tell me what I don’t understand. Tell me how I haven’t noticed you wiping your tears when you walk into any room I’m in, tell me how I don’t notice that you’ve deleted all social media accounts because of all the harsh words these fans are saying to you, tell me how I don’t notice the hate my girlfriend, the woman that I love is getting because we’re in a happy relationship, please tell me how I don’t understand.”

Jimin: “Um how about not.” Jimin rolled his eyes and pursed out his lips in a funny way while he was looking down at you. You had just admitted to the hateful comments you were getting on social media and told your boyfriend of a couple months that you thought breaking up was the only way to stop it.

“Jimin this isn’t funny! I’m serious about stopping this, I can’t handle all of the thousands of little comments I get weekly, it’s getting to me.” You admit, crossing your arms at your boyfriend who couldn’t be serious at the time.

“You may be serious about breaking up but it’s not going to happen. You’re still going to be in a relationship with me with or without the hate. We’ll figure something out jagiya but we’re not breaking up, that’s not the way to fix it.”

Hoseok: You were eating dinner with Hoseok when you sprang the news on him, completely shocking him making his eyes widen and throat close causing him to choke on his food. 

“Wh-Why!?” Hoseok yelled as he stood up from the table only to start pacing around.

“I just can’t deal with-”

“Me!? You can’t deal with me!? I thought you loved me!?-

“I do love you! It’s not you it’s the hate! I can’t do it anymore Hoseok, they’re threatening me now and I’m actually scared.”

“Well breaking up isn’t going to do you any better, I’ll figure something out, I’ll talk to management and see what we can do, no one is going to hurt you.”

Rap Monster: “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Namjoon muttered as he looked up from the laptop that was placed on his bed. 

“That’s why I wanted to end things with you.” You quietly said playing with your now more interesting fingers trying your hardest to ignore your boyfriends stare.

“How long has this been going on?” Namjoon’s voice was stern but not harsh in any way, you could tell that he was angry by the way he spoke. 

“It’s gotten worse in the last three months, but it started about seven months ago.” Your eyes quickly glanced at your boyfriend then back down to your fingers.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You’re supposed to tell me when things like this happen. I’m supposed to protect you from hate like this.”

Suga: He had just stared at you, he blinked slowly as tears welled up in your eyes. “You want to break up? Why? I thought we were good? I didn’t think there was a problem.” Yoongi admitted.

You saw how much your words hurt him but he had no clue how much more they hurt you. It hurt you to do this but you just couldn’t do it anymore. The threats, the hate, the words thrown your way, it was too much for you so this was the only way you could think would stop it. 

“I can’t do it anymore Yoongi. It’s getting worse.” You stepped to him, voice cracking and tears finally falling from your eyes. “The hate, it’s gotten worse, this is the only way to end it.”

“So what? You want to pass it on to the next girl I date?” Yoongi mumbled, eyes boring into you not looking anywhere else. “Do you honestly think I’m going to let you walk away from us?”

Jin: “You want to what?” Jin’s head snapped to you unable to understand why the words ‘We need to break up.’ left your mouth.

“Jin we need to break up, I need to end things, it’s the only way to do it.” The words leave your mouth quickly as you look anywhere but at your boyfriend.

“Only way to do what? What are you talking about jagiya? Talk to me.” Jin grabbed your head and pulled you into him, allowing yourself to fall into the warmth of his body.

“The hate Jin, I can’t do it.”

@missmotherhen

“No da-daddy.” You stuttered out, beginning to gag from crying to hard.

Dean glanced over at his brother, “Sam, you have to-you have to take her.” He said, as the tears began to flow, “I can’t just, I can’t walk away. Take her.”

A tear fell down Sam’s cheek, nodding his head he walked forward and put his hand on your shoulder, “Come on little bug. Your dad has to go.” He told you while trying to pull you away from Dean.

“No.” You cried, wrapping your arms tightly around Dean’s neck, “Daddy can’t leave me.”

“Come on Y/N, we-we gotta go.” Sam tried to convince you, but you weren’t having it. This time you ignored Sam and continued to hold onto your dad.

“Sam.” Dean said in a broken voice, Sam glanced up at his brother and for the last time the brothers shared a silent conversation. Nodding his head Sam wrapped his arms around your stomach while Dean held onto your hands that were clinging to each other behind his neck. He loosened them, causing you to release your hold on him which allowed Sam to pull you away. Giving your hand a kiss as they slid away from them Dean looked at you.

“No! No! Daddy! Don’t go! Uncle Sammy let me go!” You shouted while you were kicking and screaming, “Daddy please don’t leave me!”

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Favourite Acting Scenes: Even confesses his thoughts to Isak (10.10 part 1)

CASTING CALL: Looking for a charming, Norwegian James Dean with the acting skills to match! Preferably 2m tall so that he can tower over everyone else.

In the first few episodes of the new series you just booked you’re portraying a suave, smooth and an overall cool person. You’re charming, and direct, and your character has finally found someone who makes you feel other things than just caged in. You don’t appear too often in the beginning, so you stay mysterious. You’re an honest and a kind person, but you just don’t tell everything that bubbling under the surface. This character is made to be seen from a distance – don’t get too close, because that might break the illusion.

Not all illusions are made to be broken, but unfortunately for yours it is. You are still you, but a bit more vulnerable; the surface has been breached. After a week of nothing and everything you’re taken home. Weeks of feeling everything at once result in hours of sleep. But then you wake up, and clouds are immediately gathering over your head. You need time. To breathe, to form thoughts, sentences.

And Henrik takes his time. As mentioned in my previous post of my general ideas on acting in SKAM, it relies on quietness: on the time between lines, the moments of silence. Just as was the case with Tarjei, not everything needs to be heard, but you need the audience to feel. That is what Henrik is doing so perfectly in this scene: he is taking his time to feel, and he does not rush, preferring the quietness. Let me really show you what Even feels.

When Even wakes up, his hei can barely be heard. The actors are allowed to really whisper, as softly as they would in real life, and that’s okay because the mic will pick it up. For twenty seconds, he doesn’t say anything, before he whispers again. Anything harder will only hurt. It’s already 10:30. Shit. You see him make the decision; he has to leave. Deep breaths.

From that moment on, he does not look to his left, his voice becoming firmer. I have made the decision, I have to leave. I have seen this before; you will find me a burden. This is not going to work. Eyes are shut but his lids are still moving, as if he tries to will the tears away. How did I ever think it was going to work? You’re not sad now, but you will be. If you stay with me.

And this is such a great acting moment from Henrik; here he takes his time. He takes fifteen seconds, trusts his director and fellow actor not to interrupt to fill up this silence. If I take this moment to do this my way, will you be okay with that? And they are. Of course they are, because you’re so good at this. Challenge us.

His, usually, magnificently bright eyebrows become incredibly sad. His eyes are wet.

Deep breaths.

This is not going to work out. He’s looking to his left again, turns towards him, needs him to hear his words. I have hurt so many people before, you would only be the next one in line to hate me for it. You see that he truly believes in this, as if it’s all his own fault that it happens. It’s natural.

Nei. Lovely Isak. Wonderful Isak. (Tarjei’s wobbly voice is quite impressive here. It is incredibly tough to sound convincingly uncertain and hurt, but it feels so so real).

The atomic bomb argument does take Even aback. He seems unsure how to react to this: he did not expect Isak to be so stern about this. But the minute for minute game lands him again; his face becomes slack and it feels like he becomes more calm. He feels calm. Henrik barely breathes, he’s quiet. But then Even whispers again. Okay. I’m in. What do we do now? He waits.

It’s as simple as a kiss. His smile reaches his mouth, and very quickly goes on to his eyes. It doesn’t last long but that’s okay. And that kiss is all he needs to feel that calmness again, he trusts Isak and breathes deeply. He sleeps.

Even is not, was not, nor ever will be a burden. Thank you for showing that to us Even; thank you, Henrik, for making us believe in it too. Henrik (and Julie) took their time for us to do so. Acting can be such a healing thing; both for the actor as well as the audience.  It can tell us stories that we need to see to make us really believe

Previous parts: here.

Holding on for a Hero || Archie Andrews

Originally posted by alectightwood

word count : 1,188

pairing : Archie Andrews x Reader

warnings : abusive relationship, cursing.

summary : after your boyfriend, now ex, beat you for ‘looking’ at another guy, Archie swoops in to clean you up and make you feel better. 

a/n : a part two could be made if enough people ask for it!t thanks again for 100+ followers! c:

requests are open


     “You stupid whore! What were you doing looking at him!” Your boyfriend shouted, slapping you across your cheek. You let out a loud sob, grabbing your cheek. “I didn’t- I wasn’t!” You cried out, tears falling down your cheeks. Your boyfriend barked at a laugh, towering over you. “You were checking him out; like you would even had a chance with him!” He snarled, grabbing you roughly by the by the neck, pulling you closer to his face. “You are with me! Don’t you forget that!” He growled before pushing you back on the concrete; your head hitting the ground. “Find you own way home, maybe that’ll teach you to keep your eyes from wonder.” He growled out. 

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Lullabye

Request: hey so the domestic thing, how about shawn is handling the his newborn baby and nothing seems to work until he plays the guitar or sings for them?


Shawn woke up to the sound of whimpers, and he shot up and out of bed. He saw the crib in the corner of the room was empty, and he felt his heart speed up. He followed the cries until he came upon the nursery, seeing you sitting in the rocking chair, rocking your crying baby as you let out a few tears. “Please go to sleep, little angel. Mommy’s tired, so tired.” You whispered, sniffling.

The floor creaked and your head rose, lip quivering when you saw your husband. “She won’t stop crying.”

Shawn rushed over, taking the baby from your hands. “Have you tried feeding her?” He asked, and you nodded.

“She’s not hungry, I changed her diaper, and tried that dryer thing my mom mentioned. Nothing’s working.” You mumbled. “I’m a horrible mom.”

“No, you’re not.” Shawn replied, heart aching. “Can you go grab my guitar, please?” He asked, thumb rubbing across his baby’s arm.

You stood up and left the room, wiping your eyes as you left. Shawn looked out the window and sighed when he saw a few cars go zooming by, and looked down at his baby. She had unfortunately inherited her father’s lungs, and that meant she could cry hor hours on end without tire. “Here you go, hun.” You set the guitar along the wall, and Shawn thanked you, passing the baby back.

“Sit down, relax.” Shawn nodded towards the rocking chair, and you settled yourself down, and looked at the singer.

“What’re you gonna do?”

“Sing to her.” Shawn twisted one of the knobs on the neck of the guitar, and sniffled. He began strumming softly, to the tune of one of his old songs.

“Kid in love?” You asked, quirking your eyebrow up.

Shawn nodded as he began singing softly, smiling when the baby’s cries softened to only the occasional whipmer. His voice lulled not only the baby to sleep, but you, as well. He stopped singing when he was sure the baby was asleep, and carefully lifted her out of your arms, and settled her in the crib. He gently rubbed your shoulder, waking you up. “C’mon, babe, let’s go to bed.”

Taking his hand, you followed your husband into bed, and curled into his side, falling into a deep sleep for the rest of the night. At last, the two of you had found a solution to your baby’s incessant cries at night.


a/n: ha this is so short i am so sorry but like, yeah dad shawn is the best send me dad shawn requests omg