the closest thing to perfect


1 - How are you?
2 - Post a picture of yourself.
3 - Do you ever wish you were someone else?
4 - What is your entire name?
5 - How old are you?
6 - Age you get mistaken for:
7 - Your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality:
8 - What did you do on your last birthday?
9 - What is one thing you would like to accomplish before your next birthday?
10 - What is your hair color?
11 - Have you ever dyed your hair?
12 - What is your eye color?
13 - If you could change your eye color, would you?
14 - Do you wear contacts/glasses?
15 - Your opinion about your body and how confortable you are with it:
16 - Have you ever considered plastic surgery? What would you alter about your body?
17 - Say 8 facts about your body:
18 - Do you have any tattoos?
19 - Do you have any piercings?
20 - Left or right handed?
21 - What’s your sexual orientation?
22 - Do you drink?
23 - Do you smoke?
24 - Do you have any pets?
25 - Where do you work?
26 - Something you are working on right now:
27 - Do you have any “rules” about food?
28 - Where are you from?
29 - What would you say is your best quality?
30 - What do you think you’re really good at?
31 - What do you think you’re really bad at?
32 - What talent do you wish you’d been born with?
33 - Are you a bad person?
34 - Are you nice to everyone?
35 - Say 3 facts about your personality:
36 - Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you?
37 - What is your ideal bed? Why?
38 - Do wake up cranky?
39 - Do you sleep with a stuffed toy?
40 - What do you think about the most?
41 - Share 2 habits:
42 - What you want to be when you “get older”?
43 - What are your career goals?
44 - What is your ideal career?
45 - Is your life anything like it was two years ago?
46 - Do you replay things that have happened in your head?
47 - Have you ever had an imaginary friend?
48 - Say 10 facts about your room:
49 - Do you have any phobias?
50 - Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist?
51 - Are you allergic to anything? If so, what?
52 - Ever broken any bones?
53 - Ever come close to death?
54 - Things you like and dislike about yourself:
55 - A random fact about yourself:
56 - What are three things most people don’t know about you?
57 - An unknown fact about your life:
58 - Share something about yourself others might think is weird:
59 - Five weird things that you like:
60 - Do you have a facebook? If so, would you add the person who sent you this?
61 - Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?
62 - Describe yourself in one word/sentence:
63 - A quote you try to live by:
64 - A famous person you’ve been compared to:
65 - Weird things you do when you’re alone:
66 - Something you do without realising:
67 - 5 things you want to change:
68 - Someone you’d like to be for a day and why:
69 - Leave me a compliment:


70 - What is your favorite thing to do?
71 - What’s your favorite color?
72 - What’s your favorite band/singer?
73 - What’s your favorite movie?
74 - What are your favorite books?
75 - What is your favorite quote and why?
76 - What is your favorite word?
77 - What is your least favorite word?
78 - What is your favorite type of food?
79 - You favorite ice cream?
80 - What’s your favorite animal?
81 - Dogs or cats?
82 - Describe your favourite texture:
83 - What is your favorite flower?
84 - What’s your favourite scent? And on the opposite sex?
85 - What is your favorite season?
86 - What are the top five places you wish you could go before you die?
87 - What are four things you can’t live without and why?
88 - Which mythological creature are you most like? Why?
89 - What’s your favorite television show?
90 - Favorite place to shop at?
91 - Say 2 facts about your favorite things:

Family, childhood and places

92 - Say 4 facts about your parents:
93 - Are you more like your mom or your dad?
94 - Do you have any siblings?
95 - Say 9 facts about your family:
96 - What’s your relationship like with your family?
97 - Say 7 facts about your childhood:
98 - The best and the worst childhood memories:
99 - Say 6 facts about your home town:
100 - Are you going out of town soon?
101 - Where would you like to live?
102 - What would your dream house be like?
103 - Where would you go on your dream vacation?
104 - Where you want to be right now?
105 - Top three places to visit:



106 - Would you ever smile at a stranger?
107 - Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?
108 - Who is someone you never tire of?
109 - Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?
110 - Who is your most loyal friend?
111 - Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?
112 - If your best friend died, what would you do?
113 - Something you’ve lied about.
114 - Have you ever felt replaced?
115 - Say 5 facts about your bestfriend(s):


116 - The last person you hugged?
117 - Story of your first kiss?
118 - Do you like kissing in public?
119 - Have you ever kissed someone older than you?
120 - You have a preference for boys or girls?
121 - Is the male or female body closest to perfection?
122 - 5 things that irritate you about the same sex/opposite sex.
123 - Do you believe in love at first sight?
124 - Do you believe in soul mates?
125 - What is your idea of the perfect date?
126 - Based on past relationships or crushes, describe your perfect boyfriend/girlfriend:
127 - What is the first thing you noticed in someone?
128 - Are looks important in a relationship?
129 - What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?
130 - What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?
131 - Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?
132 - Five guys/girls whom you find attractive:
133 - Do you have a crush on anyone?
134 - A description of the girl/boy you like:
135 - Say 1 fact about the person your like:
136 - If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?
137 - When was the last time you told someone you loved them?
138 - Do you think someone has feelings for you?
139 - Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
140 - Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?
141 - Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?
142 - Anyone you’re giving up on?
143 - Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?
144 - Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?
145 - Have you ever liked one of your best friends?
146 - Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?
147 - Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?
148 - Is there someone you will never forget?
149 - Say five ways to win your heart:
150 - What turns you on?
151 - What turns you off?
152 - What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?
153 - What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?
154 - What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?
155 - Have you ever written a song or poem for someone? Have you had one written for you?
156 - What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?
157 - Are you in love?
158 - Are you in a relationship?
159 - If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?
160 - Are relationships ever worth it?
161 - Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?
162 - Can you commit to one person?
163 - Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?
164 - Do you ever want to get married?
165 - Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?
166 - Future names of your children:
167 - Do you get jealous easily?
168 - The last time you felt jealous, and why?
169 - What is your definition of cheating?
170 - Have you ever been cheated on?
171 - Do you forgive betrayal?
172 - Have you ever cheated on someone?
173 - Why did your last relationship fail?
174 - Things you want to say to an ex:
175 - A description of the person you dislike the most:
176 - If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?
177 - How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?
178 - How long was your longest relationship?
179 - You’ll love me if…
180 - Share a relationship story:

Music, movies and books

181 - How often do you listen to music?
182 - What kind of music you like?
183 - Do you like to dance?
184 - What was the first concert/show you attended?
185 - Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?
186 - Share a song that takes you to a certain memory in the past:
187 - A song that’s been stuck in your head:
188 - Put your music player on shuffle and write the first ten songs that play:
189 - A book you want to read/have recently read:
190 - Describe your dream library:
191 - Last movie you just watched:
192 - Do you like watching what type of movies?

Situations and crazy things

193 - You’re in a tattoo parlor about to get inked. What are you getting done?
194 - What’s something you can see yourself going to jail for?
195 - If you could be any character, from any literary work, who would you choose to be?
196 - You’re given $10,000…under one condition: you cannot keep the money for yourself. Who would you give it to?
197 - If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?
198 - If you were an element on the Periodic Table, which would you be and why?
199 - If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?
200 - You’re an Action Movie Hero. What’s your weapon of choice and the line you scream when defeating your arch enemy?
201 - If you could design an amusement park ride, what would it be like?
202 - What is the first curse word that comes to mind?
203 - What the last party you went to was… and when the next will be…
204 - Halloween costume idea?
205 - How you’d spend ten thousand bucks?
206 - Press ctrl+v and post:
207 - Would you rather be stranded on a desert island with someone you love for ten years or someone you hate for a month? Explain why.
208 - 5 things within touching distance:
209 - A drunken story:
210 - What are you supposed to be doing right now?
211 - Currently wanting to see anyone?
212 - Why you follow me?
213 - If you met me what would you do?
214 - YOU have to leave me a random/ridiculous question:
215 - YOU have to leave me a cute message:

Opinions and beliefs

216 - Is the cup half full or half empty for you right now?
217 - Do you believe in fate/destiny?
218 - What you wish for on 11:11?
219 - Do you consider yourself lucky? What’s your good luck charm?
220 - Do you believe in aliens or life on other planets?
221 - What is your religion, if any?
222 - Would you go against your moral code for money?
223 - What’s more important to you: strength of the body or strength of the mind?
224 - How important you think education is?
225 - If you were the president, what would you do?
226 - If you could change one thing in the world, what would you change?
227 - Is it the thought that counts? Or is that phrase circumstantial?
228 - If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do?
229 - Which movie character do you most identify with and why?

Feelings and Others

230 - Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done early?
231 - Post a photo/draw a picture/write a poem (pick one) of a moment of personal significance:
232 - Say 5 things you love unconditionally:
233 - What motivates you in life?
234 - Something that you’re proud of:
235 - Five words/phrases that make you laugh:
236 - Share the story of something that makes you smile:
237 - Something you always think “what if…” about:
238 - What was something you used to enjoy, but was ruined for you? What’s the story behind that?
239 - Describe one of the most awkward experiences of your life:
240 - Something/someone that you miss:
241 - Are you over your past?
242 - What is your saddest memory?
243 - One of the hardest moments in your life:
244 - Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?
245 - What’s something you want to do that you’d be embarrassed to tell other people about?
246 - What was your most embarrassing moment?
247 - Share one of your fears/insecurities:
248 - Something you’re currently worrying about:
249 - Have you done something you regret very much?
250 - If you could take something back that you said or did, what would it be?
251 - Does anyone hate you?
252 - Do you hate anyone?
253 - Lyrics that apply to your current situation/mood.
254 - Are you good at hiding your feelings?
255 - What’s something you hide about your personality?
256 - How do you approach social situations?
257 - Are you a social or an antisocial person?
258 - Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
259 - Do you care if people talk badly about you?
260 - How do you deal with criticism?
261 - How you hope your future will be like?
262 - What’s something that scares you about the future?
263 - Five items you lust after:
264 - One thing you’re excited for:
265 - Describe the most terrifying/strangest/beautiful dream you’ve ever had:
266 - Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
267 - Who is your celebrity crush?
268 - Make a confession:

A few of my favorite parts of "Hamilton's America"

•seeing Lin’s writing process
•Lin’s freestyle: “ah yes I gasp cause I’m next to the ass of Jasperson”
•Daveed saying Jefferson sucks
•Every clip of the show
•Insight of the actor’s views on their character

Midnight Comfort

A/N: @multi-villain-imagines requested the prompt “ Tell me you need me.” for MerlexReader. I hope you enjoy! <3

Word count: 756

Warnings: Lots of angst and fluff

Originally posted by yokaishinari

You were pulled out of sleep as Merle’s body slipped out from underneath your grasp. Your hand curled in the sheets, trying to regain that familiar touch. Your eyes peeked open as you looked up at Merle, whose darkened form was hunched over on the edge of the bed. Stifling a yawn, you pushed yourself up on your hands and crawled over to where he sat. It was the dead of night, but you could still make out his features as your eyes begin to adjust to the darkness.

He didn’t make a sound as you scooted up behind him, your legs on either side of his as you pressed your face against his back. Your fingers gingerly brushed over the scars on his back, time having healed the physical reminders of the abuse he endured at the hands of his father, but never the psychological ones.

“Didn’t mean to wake ya,” Merle mumbled.

You craned your neck up to press soft kisses to the back of his neck as he sighed deeply. “It’s fine,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around his torso, rubbing softly over his chest as you felt his heartbeat in your palm.

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LIBRA - Dating


Libra woman is enchanting and charming, she is the master of the art of seduction. The environment is important for Libra, make sure the first date is somewhere classy and elegant with posh surroundings, such as lunch at an elegant bistro than a walk along the tree-lined pathways of a ravine in the summertime with the flowers blooming. Libra will feel at peace and love it. Give her compliments and tell her how much she is appreciated. She may reply bashfully but with each compliment, the radiant glow inside her will shine brighter and brighter. Once the initial seduction is over with and the relationship has become more stable, she will stop her sweet seductive ways, not because she has completely lost interest, but it is because she is lazy in love. She may need a few days away without you, this is like pressing the reset button on the relationship. Be romantic with her and she won’t lose interest. Be dramatically romantic, sweet love notes tucked in her pocket, flowers, these things bring great joy to the Libra woman and they make her feel special, which is essentially important to the Libra woman.


The Libra man is very popular with women because he is charming, harmonious and can relate to women on their level - a characteristic of Libra is the ability so see the world through the eyes of others. Libra men do this to seduce the girl and it always works. He always seems to be on the search for the perfect women, unfortunately, that does not exist. The closest thing a perfect woman could do is appreciate and be in awe of his stardom. Look up to him, admire him, he is a sucker for flattery. Do not nag or pick on his inability to make a decision, it will simply put pressure on him. You make the decision if he cannot, he will happily go along with you and deep inside will be happy that you took control.

Finally finished watching Iron Fist. I will now say stuff about it.

- Firstly, I really disliked Danny from the start. But now I just dislike him mildly. Like, once you accept that this is somebody that was totally abandoned at 10 by family & grew up in isolation in a monastery getting beat up & taught to be a weapon, you can see why he does a lot of the annoying stuff he does.
- Finn Jones isn’t a horrible actor so the character kind of grows on you.
- About the whitewashing issue, dare I say that given how dumb Danny is throughout most of the series, Asian people dodged a bullet there? Like seriously, Asians deserve better characterisation.
- Also I am so pumped that she has decided to adopt “Sweet Christmas” as a part of her general vernacular.
- Colleen is complex & simple and she’s not my absolute favourite but I still really like her. Like, I needed her to be a part of The Hand, that plotline was awesome.
- Speaking of, I really hate Bakuto but I also NEED more of him.
- And Gao…I don’t even know what to say. Old female POC who is badass & has & is gonna outlive everybody? Best thing Marvel has ever done tbh.
- I want to strangle Davos but also like only person closest to my ethnicity in the series & has better fight scenes than the main protagonist?!! Ha!
- Harold Meachum is the scum of the earth (but THAT WAS FARAMIR AND I CAN’T EVEN).
- Joy Meachum. So. Fucking. Brilliant. I just knew the moment I saw her in the first episode that this was gonna be her villain origin story. It breaks my heart but it also makes me want another season of this show.
- Ward. Meachum.
- I love Ward Meachum.
- Like, LOVE HIM.
- I am so sorry I judged you in episode 1, Ward.
- Like, Ward’s characterisation is not perfect but it is the closest thing to it. Most engaging character on the show.
- Tom Pelphrey is beautiful & he is terrifying and heart breaking as Ward Meachum.
- I love all the Netflix Marvel series & they have so many wonderful supporting characters. But Ward Meachum is second only to Claire.
- Ward Meachum deserves his own show. Preferably one where he is on vacation, his bank account has money & his dad stays dead.

I spent years pursuing the man I thought was the love of my life. He was the closest thing to perfection I had ever known, beside myself, so I was certain we were meant for each other. Thankfully, I learned I was wrong before it was too late. I found true happiness with someone who was the opposite of what I was looking for. He’s not the definition of perfection, but he’s perfect you me.

Queen Red Riding Hood’s Guide To Royality, by Chris Colfer.

I’m hating him so much right now. And I’m crying even more. Not fair. 

Dating Lexa would include:

anon ask: can you do lexa, clarke, raven, and octavia from the 100 dating things if you haven’t gotten the request already!! :)

warning: mention of sex

Author’s note: I’m still crying for her death, also this is long , sorry , I love Lexa and I think I could write about her all day

The clarke one is here

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Originally posted by emisondilaurentis

  • such an overprotective girlfriend
  • did you think that Clarke was overprotective?
  • Lexa is a lot worst
  • her threating  anyone who dares to speak badly to you
  • literally fighting anyone who flirts with you
  • you still remember the day that Murphy tried to get in your pants
  • you’ve never seen a person so scared before

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...and now you're gone...

Hey guys! So this is my first writing, so feedback is really appreciated :) it’s based on I Don’t Even Know Your Name, hope you enjoy!



All I saw was one pair of deep brown eyes.

My heart beat fast as I got lost in those round dark orbs. Her eyes were glued to mine, just as mine were glued to hers. I could feel the sweat collecting as a gripped the neck of my acoustic guitar. Luckily the words of Life of the Party were engrained in my memory, because lyrics were the last thing on my mind. The words spilled out of my mouth out of habit as my gazed was locked on one thing… one girl.

Her hair fell in cascades down to her bare shoulders. Her soft pink dress brought out the rosiness of her cheeks. I could tell she was doing her best to hold her petit frame up on her tip-toes to see over the crowd. Her pink lips curled at the ends into a subtle and irresistible smile.

As the final words of the song found their way out of me, the wild movement and cheering of the crowd took my attention for a mere second. When I turned to dive back into those chocolatey spheres, they weren’t there. I felt my heart sunk deeper and deeper into my stomach as a realized she was gone.

The rest of the show was a blur. I can’t picture the rest of the crowd, or even the venue. As I sat on the bus, southbound from the Twin Cities, I could feel an ache in my heart. I felt her eyes locked on mine, and pictured her face. She was the closest thing I’d ever seen to perfection.

The rest of the tour dragged on. Time seemed to stand still as one thought, one person filled my mind. We played our last show in Toronto, and I finally exited to bus for good as I stood in my Pickering driveway.

I spent day after day with a pen in my hand and a guitar in my lap. I wrote and sang and for the first time, the words had meaning. There was no imaginary girl, no figment of my own creation, for whom these words were meant. She was real… she was out there… and I was going to find her.

A new album meant a new tour. The plans were set and dates announced, catering to my one request: a stop in Minneapolis.

August 6. I took another sip of coffee as I saw the bright red lights of the arena sign. My eyes had not seen sleep since we crossed the crooked border from Wisconsin to Minnesota.

“Here we are,” Andrew said with a sigh. “Happy yet, Shawn?”

He didn’t know. He didn’t know what this show meant to me. He didn’t know the pain that shot through my chest when I thought of the last time I was here. He didn’t know the meaning behind the worst I would belt on the stage that night. He didn’t know.

“Not yet,” was all I said.

As I stood on the side, ready to take the stage, I closed my eyes. I pictured exactly where I saw her. I pictured every detail of the girl who consumed my thoughts for over a year. I opened them and took the stage.

With each song I sang, my eyes scanned the crown. I looked for her familiar smirk, and those deep, dark eyes. But as each song ended, I was left with disappointment as she was no where to be seen.

Anxiety filled me as a realized I had one song left. I was disappointed that I hadn’t seen her face, and disappointed that she wouldn’t here the song I wrote for her.

“Ooo, you dressed up so nice, but all I could see was your eyes…

Another scan. No luck.

"And you’ll never know what you did to me, and now you’re gone…”

My heart sank as I sang the final line.

“I don’t even know your name…”

I sat alone in my dressing room with my head in my hands. She wasn’t there. She was gone. Lost forever, only to live in my memory.

Andrew knocked on my door, telling me it was time to head out. I rubbed my eyes on final time, hoping to get the sight of her out of my head. No luck. I grabbed my backpack and trudged my way to the back door towards the bus.

I dreaded stepping on the iron beast. It was filled with the words I had written for her, that I sang with her face on my mind and hope in my heart of seeing her again. That hope was gone. We had come back, but she did not return. She was gone.

I watched my boots hit the ground as I trudged towards the bus. Running my hand through my hair, I took one final look at the venue, and laid my hope of seeing her to rest right there in the parking lot.

I looked back down and took painstaking steps towards the bus. Just as I reached the door, I heard a small voice from behind stopped me in my tracks.

“Umm excuse me,” it said. It was so soft I almost didn’t believe it was real. I kept my eyes on the stairs of the bus, until I heard it one more time.

“Shawn?” it said. With the use of my name, I slowly turned around, only to be met with the deep brown eyes that had consumed my thoughts for what felt like centuries.

“Y/n,” those beautiful lips said. “It’s y/n.”

obviously (jongin)
word count:  1746 w.
genre: romance, fluff, slight!angst, valentines day!au
summary: even though it breaks your heart, you help jongin fill up the gift box for his valentine.

valentines day special ; pick your date
minseok | junmyeon | yixing
baekhyun | jongdae | chanyeol
kyungsoo | jongin | sehun

The heartache started when you opened the door to a wide-awake Jongin asking you for a big favor.

“I know it’s too early for this but can you come with me to the mall? I really need to put a gift box for my Valentine.” You can see how Jongin acts antsy, his voice sounded distressed.

You can hear your heart crumbling to little pieces but you showed a smile full of glee instead. “But isn’t it Valentines Day today?”

“Yes, it is.”

You scratched your head, confused. “Then why don’t you just take her out on a date later?”

“Because,” Jongin whined as he stomped his feet like a kid he was. “She’s taking the evening shift and it ends by midnight. Most of the restaurants are closed by that time. So, I’m giving her a gift box instead.”

“And what does that gift box consist?” You raised your brow completely puzzled on why it had to be you he had to drag along.

He shrugged in response. “I don’t know! I’m asking you to come with me cause I’m a guy. I’m clueless about what girls want to get on Valentines Day. Now, come on, we’re wasting time.”

Jongin grabbed your hand but you loosened from his grip. You planned to just stay at home the whole day. Not spend it with the guy you like and buy gifts for another girl, who’s clearly not you by the description of it. “No, Jongin. Me and the girl have different preferences. This won’t work.”

“It will. You’re the closest thing I have to buying the perfect gift. Please go with me,” And being the Jongin you knew for the past three years you’ve spent in this college, he pouted and naturally, you melted in your spot.

That is why you’re strolling around the mall, searching high and low for the perfect gift for Jongin’s Valentine. If you look at the bright side, you’re gonna spend the entire day with Jongin by your side. The bad part was the time you would spend with him would equal to the happiness another girl would receive in the evening.

“So, what type of flowers should I give her? Or any specific brand of chocolates you’d recommend?” Jongin questioned, poking each food on the shelf. You two were at the supermarket looking for, well, chocolates and maybe gummy bears, as Jongin requested.

“I honestly think chocolates are overrated. I prefer gummy bears. But since you specifically want chocolates then I recommend Milka. The one with the oreo filling inside.”

You were rambling on and on about what flowers to choose and what other things to put inside the gift box but Jongin seemed to be preoccupied with his phone, typing away. His attention was completely split in half because he would reply with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ or sometimes hum in response. At the same time, he’d continue texting whoever it was he was texting.

Irritated, you stopped your tracks, “Jongin are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” He looked up. “Yeah.”

“Then what did I just say?”

With confidence covering his voice, he said, “You think white roses are the most romantic flowers to give to a girl. You prefer gummy bears over chocolates. You’d like to wear a backless dress but your mom wouldn’t let you. And you hate it when someone serenades you.”

Your mouth was agape when he remembered every detail you said. Jongin did listen to you the entire time. Amazing how he could multi-task so easily. He continued, “Did I miss something?”

“No. You were spot on to be honest.”

Jongin flashed you a soft smile that you could almost hear your heartbeat reverberating in your ear. “Really? Good.”

The rest of the day went on smoothly. Both of you went to a boutique to buy the last addition to the gift box. A dress. According to Jongin, you were the same size as his Valentine. What caught you off guard was that he revealed to you who his Valentine really was.

“Soojung?” Your voice quivered upon the name. The rumors were true. They were really dating. “Soojung’s much more petite compared to me. You’re probably mistaken.”

“No. I’ve seen everything. And judging from it, I think you two are the same size,” Jongin calmly stated as his eyes raked your entire figure. Your mind tried to process his words but it only converted to poison that shot through your heart. He’s seen everything. He’s seen everything of Soojung.

“Now would you please, please, pleaaase pick a dress out for Soojung. For me?” He practically pleaded and it was hard for your part to say no. Dumbfounded, you automatically nodded.

Jongin waited outside the dressing room while you changed into a sleek black dress. Backless, of course, since it wasn’t you who’d be wearing it for future dates with Jongin.

You closed your eyes and tried to make the most of it. You imagined Jongin right in front of you in a nice tux, enjoying your candle-lit dinner in some fancy restaurant down the street. You tried to make the most out of your imagination but when your eyes fluttered open, you were nothing more but a mannequin of what has yet to be.

Nothing more than a second option.

Insecurities started piling up inside your mind. Taking a good hard look at the mirror in front of you, you were convinced that Soojung would look much better in the dress you were wearing. She’s definitely much classier and much more beautiful than you. She was better than you in so many ways.

You snapped out of your daze when you heard a knock. “Are you alright? Are you done in there?”

“I’ll be out in a sec,” You let out a heavy sigh as you gazed at your reflection once more. Always the second best.

Jongin held his breath the moment you walked out of the dressing room. He hasn’t seen anyone who personified elegance accurately just like you did. At that moment, he just wanted to snake his hands around your waist, lock your arms around his neck and dance the night away under the moonlit sky.

He imagined you shying away from how intense his deep brown orbs were piercing right through you and that you would lean your head on his neck as a slow song played in the background. Jongin would take time to whisper all the sweet things he could possibly think at the moment. He would take all the time in the world to whisper to your ear how beautiful you were in that dress. Screw that. Jongin would tell you how beautiful you are the entire time he knew you.

But, it was too late. Jongin had Soojung. You? You had no one and that squeezed Jongin’s heart painfully.

Jongin didn’t say anything and the silence was killing you inside. Was it the dress that horrible on you? You averted your gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

Come night time, you found yourself willingly dragged by Jongin to the restaurant Soojung was working her shift in. The gift box was wrapped in a pink box and a matching red ribbon.

You and Jongin sat down when he grabbed the gift box hurriedly. “Wait there. I’ll look for Soojung at the staff room then we can go.”

“Oh,” Jongin halted then pulled out the black dress he bought. “I just remembered Soojung doesn’t wear backless dresses. You can have it. Think of it as my Valentines gift for you.”

Begrudgingly, you accepted his offer. At least you had something to hold on to even if it wasn’t originally meant for you.

Jongin scanned his surroundings. You followed his sight. “You might want to change into that dress so you can blend in the surroundings. The manager might call on you for not ordering. We wouldn’t want any trouble, right?”

“I’ll be right back.”

You followed Jongin’s request. True to his words, Jongin came back with Soojung trudging behind him. But Soojung wasn’t dolled up, it was Jongin. He wore a nice tuxedo and a matching black bow to complement his attire. On his hand, he carried a big box neatly wrapped. Bigger than the one the two of you bought.

“Wait,” you said, shocked, “What’s going on? Why aren’t you in a dress? You should be Jongin’s date.”

“No,” Soojung beamed, handing you a menu as Jongin sat down opposite to you. “It was you all along. He was texting me the things you liked so he could give you that.”

Jongin handed over the box he was holding. “Look inside.”

There, a number of your favorite things was placed. Packets of gummy bears. White roses. A cute pink teddy bear that had a heart tattooed on it. Underneath all that was a box set aside at the corner.

“Jongin texted me everything while you two spent your time together. Contrary to what everyone says, we’re just best friends.” Soojung added, eyes crinkling as she grinned, “Jongin likes you. Very much.”

“Oh my god, is this really happening?” You lightly slapped yourself a few times eliciting a chuckle from Jongin. “Y-You like me?”

“If spending the entire Valentines Day with you is still questionable then yes, I like you.”

You propped an elbow on the table, pouting. Droplets of tears strolled down your cheeks. “Why’d you have to lie like that? I was in pain the entire day. I thought you liked Soojung and you were just using me.”

Jongin hugged you tightly. He wiped away the tears that fell. “Shh, I would never use you. I only have my eyes for you. Only you. I’m sorry. I never knew you were hurting inside. If I had known, then I wouldn’t have done that.”

“Fine. I forgive you,” you said, composing yourself together.

Standing up, Jongin reached out his hand for you to take. “Now that that’s done and you hate being serenaded, will you accompany your prince to the dance floor and dance with him, milady?”

You intertwined your fingers with his before kissing him lightly on the cheek. “As you wish, my prince.”

note: my neck started to ache when i wrote this oneshot tbvh 🤦🏻‍  happy valentines day to jongin stans out there 🌹 shoutout to my twitter mutual, amina. this one’s for you 💖  | masterlist

ok ok // he’s friends with girls, yr friends with dudes.

10 word story // and we’ve both got history. 

let’s just merge the two // distant and current groups.

‘cause he’s tired of feeling like he’s always about to lose you.

‘cause he could // feels as though he should.

‘cause yr the closest thing to perfect imperfection he’s ever met // knows there’s more to learn yet.

‘cause yr the special one // in a long line of spilled bullshit // when he used to call himself a poet.

now he just says writer // spilling anything and everything real // what would he be if we’d never met? 

‘cause too many nights alone // one sweet sleeping next to you // makes his mind spin tales of who yr talking to // face reddened while talking about a bruise. 

hard to trust anybody // himself // you // nobody’s fault.                                          technological world in which we live // he’d rather just live with you.

‘cause too many times when he picks up the phone // he wonders if it’s from him you want to hear

spend the night here // spontaneously                                                                             he’s waiting for you to put yrself out there // lay soul bare. 

insecurity comes when yr not near.                                                                  stay // let me whisper sweet everythings in yr ear. 

xxx SirPup Kingston // 04.05.2017 // 04.06.2017

ted tonks hcs bc why not:

  • was going to be a rugby player when he grew up
  • like. his dad used to love it and had that kinda build anyway and would coach ted as he grew up
  • ted goes to a little league after school and his family would crowd around the tv on weekends and watch the game
  • comes from a family of woodcutters. i’m serious
  • grows up watching his dad chop wood and swinging a lil tiny axe of his own and working with like. miniature pieces of wood
  • never had very much?? but had like. the ideal childhood
  • i’m talking living in a cottage in the woods and going to a tiny state school, getting real muddy from trainings and running through bluebell-scattered meadows until his lungs were raw
  • one day he’s working in the yard w his dad when he’s like ten and he stops chopping wood and his dad’s like ‘what’s wrong ted?’ and he sighs and is like ‘dad. i just don’t understand’
  • ‘don’t understand what buddy??’
  • ‘why we have to chop wood when we can just do this’
  • and he makes a really sharp chopping movement with his arm
  • and five feet away the massive hunk of oak his dad’s been hacking away at for the past two hours just. splits clean in half
  • his dad’s mouth is agape and he calls into the cottage like ‘sweetheart! come out here, would you??’
  • and they puzzle around ted for a while and try to work out the kinks but within five minutes of looking at him with really quizzical expressions theyr just like. holy fuck our kid is amazing.
  • and by this time ted is not only smart enough but humble enough to keep it under wraps and he doesn’t even have to do it for very long anyway
  • bc a year a later they get the letter from mcgongall and ted’s dad calls him out to the living room of the cottage and they all start screaming and hugging and crying bc. their little teddy is going to magic school
  • heads straight off to scotland and starts at hogwarts and he fucking loves it
  • like care of magical creatures and herbology and anything v outdoors-y. it reminds him of home
  • he does get v homesick ngl
  • esp for his mum
  • and coming from such a tiny, well-knit community as well?? he really struggled to leave behind all the friends he’d grown up with. his rugby team in particular.
  • but the lie was easy to get around considering that his parents just say that they’re sending him off to a larger boarding school near london where he can pursue rugby
  • and ted was kinda a primary school heartthrob anyway and like. it doesn’t help when he comes back during the holidays looking gorgeous and cheeky and several feet taller than the last time
  • he is. well. he’s gorgeous
  • he grows up before he grows out so there are a few years around the 14-year-old mark when he’s v tall and v lanky but only a few people can tell that he’s set to be one of the most broad-shouldered fucks in the grade
  • and by the time he’s sixteen. well.
  • he gives andromeda black a fucking heart attack
  • bc he waltzes into school on the first day of sixth year and he’s all 6ft and broad, broad shoulders and sandy-coloured hair, these really cheeky bright green eyes and a roguish grin that’s so shit-eating it’s no wonder half the school go into cardiac arrest
  • he practically lives in flannel shirts ngl
  • and it’s not really a surprise that he’s a hufflepuff?? bc like
  • he practically lives in the kitchens and thrives off the warmth and light of it
  • gave quidditch a shot on the recommendation of the school considering the fact that he’d make a great keeper but?? doesn’t really get into it
  • it’s not the same as rugby and he can respect that but it’s not enough for him to get on a broom
  • he’s kinda traditional and straight-laced?? idk it’s just the way his mum raised him
  • courts girls v ceremoniously and has a thing abt flowers and where to buy the best ones in season
  • but yes. holds the door opens, pulls out the chair for them to sit down on, offers to take their coat, etc.
  • classic 1950’s gentlemen ok
  • patronus is probably some kind of terrier let’s be honest
  • struggles w andromeda bc. here he has the most amazing, beautiful woman and he’s just. so enamoured w her but he can’t do anything abt it??
  • he wants to give her all the best things in life and everything that she deserves but he can’t
  • he can’t take her out on dates, he can’t leave her flowers, he can’t tell her he loves her
  • and he respects her boundaries and waits for her every day but it still hurts
  • it hurts not to be with her
  • and that’s how he knows he’s in love with her
  • it’s probably like when they’re sitting at their respective house tables and she’s w her sisters and he’s w his mates and they lock eyes and he’s grinning at her but she can’t smile back
  • and it kills him and the fact that it hurts him so bad just makes him go ‘fuck it’
  • and that’s when he knows
  • goes home as often as he can to visit his parents
  • really wanted a little sister when he was younger and was like?? probably really close to getting one
  • but his mum got sick when he was in hogwarts, when ted’s around the 16/17 mark
  • and she dies and the most lost he’s ever felt is when he’s back in the house w his dad and she’s not there
  • it’s so empty and cold and quiet. like. so fucking quiet
  • his mum probably only met andy once before she died and even though she never got to see them get married she like. fucking knew
  • she fucking knew it and ted tears his whole room apart bc she knew. she knew even when he didn’t. even when none of them knew
  • and he stands in the church yard on the day of the funeral
  • and the grass is incredibly green and the day is incredibly bleak and grey and his dad has never looked so old in his life
  • but across the graveyard he can see this really dark, muddied figure
  • and she makes her way towards him and her hair is braided out of her face and her eyes are red and her face is ashen and tight
  • she’s dressed all in black and moves v softly
  • and then andromeda black is standing right in front of him and ted can’t breathe
  • but she reaches out to him and even though she’s several feet shorter than him she doesn’t waver as she holds him and he sobs raggedly into her shoulder
  • she was always the strongest out of the two of them. the most unbreakable. and she holds him and holds him and holds him in that sea of green and grey and doesn’t let go
  • he gets out of the grief of it the only way he knows how. out and through.
  • and with andy holding his hand and several hundred cups of tea he’s like. not ok but he knows that he will be, one day.
  • he was probably a really good photographer?? like he gets v invested in the world of film photography and fucking loves it
  • has no idea what he wants to do when he grows up but again. loves the idea of photography
  • probably that fucker who loves camping in the countryside i’m not even joking
  • revels in his v simple lifestyle and wants nothing more for himself
  • nor does he want anything more for andromeda
  • ted represents everything she could ever want, simplicity and safety and freedom
  • i think one of the first dates he ever takes her on once they’re out of hogwarts would probably be horseback riding and i mean. come on
  • she’s like ‘is this fucker for real’
  • they’re both like. nineteen when baby tonks is born and she’s sleeping rlly soundly in andy’s arms and her hair is just changing softly, pink, blue, pink, blush, purple, mint, and back to pink again
  • and they both wondered how they managed to make something so little, so perfect
  • and she’s the closest thing to the little sister he always wanted but she’s not. she’s his. and she’s better. and he loves her.
  • i mean. loves her. adores her. adores watching her grow up, takes such good care of her, encourages her idiosyncrasies and teaches her to ride a bike and plays rugby with her, watches her climb trees and buys her a scooter for her fifth birthday
  • and one day they’re all together in that little cottage on the edge of the woods and like.
  • they’re all there
  • and they’re all together
  • and it’s the happiest he’s ever been in his life
  • basically hot af broad-shouldered ted tonks with his roguish grin and steady hands and a heart of gold

dating J-Hope (BTS) would include:

  • this snickerdoodle deserves a novel written about him when it comes to your relationship because he’s the closest thing to perfection on the earth don’t argue with me
  • you are literally the thing he worships more than anything else in the world and he will gawk at you like you’re not human and it’s uncomfortable when he does this in public, the members tease you
  • the two of you are children in adult bodies, seriously when news came out about a new star wars movie you both screamed and held each other while crying hysterically
  • he loves taking you places and hates being contained in small spaces, and one of his favorite escapades was the time you guys went to the beach at sunset and turned out there was a party going on that night
  • it was awesome, there were fireworks and sparklers, hobi managed not to burn himself, much happiness and kisses
  • will frequently discuss the zombie apocalypse with you and if there are enough food supplies and ammo stocked up and you’re like no hoseok we only have the boomerang you got on vacation
  • you are petrified at all hours of the day that he will break something or himself when he starts spazzing out, you basically run around behind him with your arms out ready to catch him but he’s too damn fast
  • there was a time you tried surprising him with some lingerie but he was so afraid of ripping it and it looked really expensive so you had to strip yourself out of it and hang it up before he would go for sexy time
  • so now you just go to bed wearing absolutely nothing and that’s his cue to know what mood you’re in, if you are wearing those ugly cotton pajamas he knows to keep his hands to himself because you’re just not feeling it tonight and that’s fine
  • sometimes you watch him dance and think wow he can’t be real, and when he doesn’t have deadlines or anything invites you to dance with him and he does this weird version of the tango that gives you whiplash but it’s fun and firms up your glutes
  • he is amazed by how good you look in heels, like he’s checking out your calves mumbling why are women so flawless and this one agreed to date me holy crap
  • there is a rap that he wrote for you and when you are angry with him or having a bad day, he will perform it just for you and it will never be published because it was his gift for you it’s awesome be jealous
  • sex is fun and excitement, there have been times the two of you actually fell off the bed, it wasn’t cute or funny it definitely hurt and you don’t speak of it but hobi thinks it’s hilarious and tells the members frequently
  • when you’re having cramps he will be so distraught and will rub your back and wrap blankets around you because he doesn’t understand how you can deal with your own body trying to kill you so calmly
  • he finally gets a break and the first thing out of his mouth is he wants to take you to the zoo, there are animals there and hoseok is excited
  • the two of you play video games in your underwear and aren’t the least bit distracted because it’s mortal kombat and you are kicking his ass but he thinks you’re so cool that it doesn’t even bother him
  • there will be times he will say “when we get married” and you blush and fight a smile because he’s being so honest and he truly thinks that any minute now the two of you are just gonna call it a day and elope to the tropics or something
  • when you buy him things or surprise him he will cry because it overwhelms him how much you both love and like each other, you’re planning on getting him a puppy one day and he will probably faint jimin promised to have a camera ready to film the moment
  • being his partner is like something out of a dream because you’re both kids that are in a relationship that feels like an unbreakable friendship but you also have really fun sex and you talk about car payments so all around you’ve both got this being adults thing totally under control

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Thank You, Chyler

Dear Chyler,

I’ve been trying for months to write this, to find the perfect words but there are none.  The only way perfect words can even exist are if such a thing as perfection were real so the closest I’m able to get to is this: THANK YOU.

Even a simple thank you does not feel like enough to share how grateful I am to you, the writers, and Floriana Lima and everyone else for the portrayal of Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer.  I’m sure you have read hundreds of stories, thousands even.  I felt the desire to share mine.

I’m 28 years old and I cannot express my gratitude enough when I say how much I love Alex Danvers, more so at this point.  When I watched as she expressed her coming out to Maggie in 2x05, “Crossfire” I was floored, brought to tears even.  At the end Alex tells Maggie, “The one part of my life that I have never been able to make perfect, was dating.  I just never really liked it.  I mean I don’t know I tried, you know, I got asked out. I just, I never liked being intimate. I just, I don’t know, I just thought maybe that’s just not the way that I was built, you know it’s just not my thing.”

To this moment I cannot watch that scene without it bringing me to tears because it was in that moment that my whole life was condensed into Alex coming out and being truthful to and about who she was.  I felt like those words could have been my own.  And not only her words but her age too, the fact that you had this character who was coming out somewhat late in life, late 20’s and here I am experiencing the same thing and at roughly the same age.

I didn’t have a boyfriend until my senior year of high school and being honest it was the pressure that everyone else had one and I didn’t but mainly it was my way of testing myself because even back then I questioned on whether or not I was gay and that was my way of trying to prove that hey I’m not when somehow deep down I knew I was only lying to myself.  

The questioning never really went away though.  In college I found myself thinking about it once again.  And I attempted to come out but it scared me so I tried to forget it and went on to playing the “straight card” because I thought it would be easier on me and those around me, my parents in particular.

Seeing that moment on ‘Supergirl’ though, it changed everything.  It was through your character that I felt like I could finally release and be me.  I came out to my mom shortly after and my sister too.  My sister was easy as she’s bi (boy my parents don’t have it easy with us!).  And then I finally let go and let be and came out at my place of work where a number of people I work with are either bi or gay or lesbian.

The funny thing is when it came to my closest friends, my mom and sister, and my co-workers, they all ready knew.  It was more of a shock for me to come out than it was for them to hear I was gay/lesbian. Some friends even told me they had their suspicions since our days in high school.  

Telling my dad was harder. I told him two weeks after the episode aired.  It was hard for him to hear but like everyone else in my small world, he told me that he had suspected since my high school days as well.

I’m 28 years old and I came out.  It’s all thanks to your deep and honest portrayal and your kind words that I’ve heard and read in your interviews and it’s also thanks to Alex Danvers. Without any of you I would probably still be in the closet so I thank you for giving me the courage to be who I really am.

-Ronnie M.


Soundtrack of Us (Part Eight) - Gravity

Originally posted by dustydreamsanddirtyscars

Word Count: 3100+

Pairing: AU!Dean x musician!reader

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Jess, Ellen & Jo Harvelle, Castiel, Russell (OC), Dan (OC), Lisa

Warnings: mention of death, cemetery, angst, some fluffz

Summary: Y/N is a local artist with standing gigs at a coffee shop and a bar in a small town in North Carolina. She’s run from some things at home, but life has finally fallen into place in Asheville. Music is her life and her only worry in life, until she meets a pair of hypnotizing green eyes.

Author’s Note: part eight is finally here after a month! I apologize, guys. life’s been a tad crazy, but we’re here! we finally get to put some troubling things behind us and move toward a happier ending. please be patient w me <3

Song is Gravity by Sarah Bareilles. Lyrics bold and italicized.

Dean had you on his mind since he woke up this morning, only to find himself entangled with Lisa.

“What the hell?” he muttered as he threw the sheets off of his body. Lisa groaned while readjusting her position in bed without Dean against her. Dean’s mind scrambled, scared that he’d done something he regretted, scared that he’d done wrong by you. His brows furrowed and he attempted to wipe the shame off of his face with his hand, sighing when he recalled how drunk he was last night.

“Relax, De. Nothing happened, you just climbed in last night when you and Sam got home. Did you have fun?” Lisa said as she cocked an eyebrow. Her hair rested on her left shoulder and it fell naturally, daintily. The thin cotton of her top slid down one shoulder, making Dean’s eyes wander as guilt shot through Dean’s core.

“Yeah, I did,” Dean snapped his vision kept his answers short, not wanting to entertain the woman who had constantly shattered his heart. Lisa noticed.

“Dean, can we at least just talk? We can be friends,” Lisa whined.

“Friends? Lis, give me a break. I didn’t think I was capable of loving or even deserving of any type of love or affection because of you,” Dean spat. “You know, with Y/N, I just feel like everything’s right. Everything’s meant to be. I deserve this and I want to be what she deserves,” Dean’s mind flashed to the night you had. He was happy. He couldn’t think of anything else that made him feel whole other than your body pressed against his. Nothing compared to the electricity that ran through his veins when you touched him, when you kissed him.

“Do you love her?” Lisa asked. Her eyes were soft and for once, she was actually listening to what Dean had to say.

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Hello, how are you? Can you please do 65 from the Drabble list with Key! Thank you for you time

Originally posted by painkiipain

Kim Kibum: “You came to my house for a science project, not to make out with me.”

Kim Kibum was nice, the closest thing to her perfect man in this world…but no one knew he was dating her, not in her house, not in his, not in school…no one. There was a simple reason for that and it was mere pride from both of them, everyone thought they were the closest of friends and that they had feelings for one another, but they were too scared that this that they were having became nothing in the matter of months. They were friends, they had remained that way until last month when they decided to just go crazy and let their feeling bloom like the trees and flowers in spring. However, it was a little bit more difficult to hide it when they were working together on their science project and she opened the door for him, seeing how he leaned in to press a kiss to her lips only to have her turning her face so it was on the cheek. The thing is that since no one knew, then she didn’t want her family knowing that he was her boyfriend this way. All her life, she had thought that she wanted to introduce her first boyfriend in a proper way and Kibum was making it difficult for her.

“Oh shit, sorry.” Kibum mumbles after he pulls away and he widens his eyes, looking behind her to see if her parents were somewhere to be seen. Their voices were heard from the kitchen, so he supposes they were there. Her fingers grasp his wrist and he looks at her with a smile over his features. Her heart almost stops, seeing the brightness behind his eyes and the pink color of his lips that invited her for a kiss. “I brought the books you asked for.”

She nods her head. “Nice.” Her hand drags him inside and she closes the door behind him, looking around the place before releasing the warmth of his body with a sigh. “We’ll be at the living room,” She mumbles as she gets close to him. “You came to my house for a science project, not to make out with me…remember that.” Kibum listens to her words as he sits down on the floor, opening his backpack to get his pen and pencil out with a small smirk over his features.

“As much as I’d like to, I think I am able to control myself.” He says those words and she scoffs, sitting down right beside him as she reaches for the book and looks through the pages for the topic they were going to work with.

“So much for someone that almost kissed me on the doorway.”

“Shut up.”

“Shut me up.”

“…We’re still at your house, idiot.” Kibum mumbles and once he sees her mom passing by, he straightens his back and gives her a soft smile. “Hello miss, how are you?” The politeness of his voice almost surprised her, but even after years of being friends, he was that polite man that treated authorities with respect. Her mother stops on her tracks to look at the two and a small smile appears over her features.

“I’m well, Kibum, what about you?” The boy answers with a small ‘fine’ and she narrows her eyes. There was something going on with her mother…that was for sure. “I see you’re doing a project?”

“Yes, mom.” She says simply and her mother chuckles lightly before walking out of the room.

“Don’t get distracted with your boyfriend, darling.”

But when she closes the door behind her, Kibum closes his eyes and lets out a breathy sigh.

I think she knows.