the dark kiss is my favorite

true love's kiss won't make this fairy tale end, banshee.

Teen Wolf/Stydia AU

↳ in which Lydia tries to save Stiles, but it’s too late; the nogitsune has taken over him comletely long ago and seems to enjoy fucking around with Lydia.

favorite solos
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  • zayn malik

ZAYN MALIK APPRECIATION WEEK: favorite zayn’s solos

- “Zayn’s voice has emerged as the smoothest and strongest of the bunch.”

in order: what makes you beautiful; one thing; more than this; i wish; tell me a lie; everything about you; same mistakes; moments; live while we’re young; little things; last first kiss; change my mind; over again; they don’t know about us; summer love; she’s not afraid; loved you first; irresistible; truly, madly, deeply; story of my life; you & i (+ high note); strong; right now; through the dark; little white lies; half a heart

- “Zayn’s part is amazing and he is definitely one of the strongest singers in the group (maybe tied with Liam). GIVE HIM ALL THE SOLOS.”

bonus: what makes you beautiful (vevo go); teenage dirtbag (cover); just can’t let her go; shot for me (cover)

- “Zayn Malik is easily the strongest singer in the group. He gives each song (particularly ballads) a wistful, emotive bit of soul.”

My favorite lyrics from Last Kiss:

I still remember the look on your face
Lit through the darkness at 1:58
The words that you whispered
For just us to know
You told me you loved me
So why did you go away?

I do recall now the smell of the rain
Fresh on the pavement
I ran off the plane
That July 9th
The beat of your heart
It jumps through your shirt
I can still feel your arms

But now I’ll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is
I don’t know how to be something you miss
I never thought we’d have a last kiss
Never imagined we’d end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips

I do remember the swing of your step
The life of the party, you’re showing off again
And I roll my eyes and then
You pull me in
I’m not much for dancing
But for you I did

Because I love your handshake, meeting my father
I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets
How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something
There’s not a day I don’t miss those rude interruptions

And I’ll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is
I don’t know how to be something you miss
Never thought we’d have a last kiss
Never imagined we’d end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips

So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep
And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe
And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are
Hope it’s nice where you are

And I hope the sun shines
And it’s a beautiful day
And something reminds you
You wish you had stayed
You can plan for a change in weather and time
But I never planned on you changing your mind

So I’ll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is
I don’t know how to be something you miss
Never thought we’d have a last kiss
Never imagined we’d end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips

Just like our last kiss
Forever the name on my lips
Forever the name on my lips

Just like our last…

This is how I get you out of my system:
I scream so loud it cracks the sky.
I tell my mother to stop asking about you,
but do not say that your hands left bruises on my thighs
so dark their ghosts still linger there.
I can’t eat at our favorite ice cream parlor anymore
because chocolate mint reminds me of
kissing you in the back of your father’s car,
reminds me of dying out of love.
I stop star-gazing.
I cannot look at this canvas I tore apart for you
and call it beautiful – Jesus, did you really think
I was something you could leave so easily?
Twelve months, you’re still haunting me
with your summer breezes and swallowed fights.
I choked up the east horizon just so you could see the sun set,
then caught it ablaze.
All this time and I’m still burning.
Of course I miss you.
Of course.

On the Anniversary of our First Kiss | d.a.s

NaPoWriMo day 21: sunset

she will be dancing on the grave of her old mistress Summer
setting the world on fire with her touch
one kiss sends trees blooming in scarlets and yellows that crackle in the darkness
flames so vibrant that they seldom fade from the ground
she has destruction rooted deep in her bones 
her smile half hidden in the thick collars of knit sweaters
while she counts the number of times she twists her fingers
until the grass screams itself brown
she promises you freedom and rebirth as the world crumbles in her fingers
and fails to mention you too shall die in her embrace
leaving behind the last pieces of yourself on her red lips
before you are sent away in shrouds of white

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.
whoops I just decided it would be fun

1.Last beverage: coffee
2.Last phone call: uhh…my mom I think?
3.Last text message: my friend
4.Last song you listened to: The Head and the Heart - Rivers and roads
5.Last time you cried: oh man I…I think when I watched Arrow a few days ago. Or was it yesterday? During Arrow, either way.

6.Dated someone twice: nah
7.Been cheated on: not…exactly
8.Kissed someone and regretted it: yes
9.Lost someone special: no
10.Been depressed: I don’t think so?
11.Been drunk and threw up: I was young and rebellious okay
12.THREE FAVORITE COLORS: red, dark deep blue


15.Made a new friend: both online and in real life, yes
16.Fallen out of love: no
17.Laughed until you cried: A LOT.
18.Met someone who changed you: my friend I think
19.Found out who your true friends are: I guess in a way.. but not exactly in the last year, no.
20.Found out someone was talking about you: yes.
21.Kissed anyone you follow/follows you: no

22. How many people do you know in real life that you follow/follows you on tumblr: 3 I think
24.Do you have any pets: two cats and a fishie
25.Do you want to change your name: strangely, I actually like my name:”)
26.What did you do for your last birthday: that was a trainwreck. just me and relatives
27.What time did you wake up today: 9:32 am
28.What were you doing at midnight last night: i was reading a certain explicit haikyuu fic
29.Name something you CANNOT wait for: 2d season of haikyuu, finals to pass
30.Last time you saw your mother: on Saturday
31.What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: maybe stop thinking I am lonely when in reality I’m not 
32.What are you listening to right now: Shinedown - What a shame
33.Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: no
34.What’s getting on your nerves right now: f i n a l s
35.Most visited website: tumbr\twitter? I guess twitter even more so
36.Blood type: I dunno how they are in English.. III+ I think?
37.Nickname: Belka (which is squirrel in russian), and Enot (which is raccoon) :D
38.Relationship Status: nah
39.Zodiac Sign: taurus
40.Pronouns: she/her
41.Elementary: yes
42.High School: yes
43.College: Yes
44.Hair color: dark dark brown
45.Long or short: a bit lower than my chest
46.Height: 158 cm
47.Do you have a crush on someone: no
48.What do you like about yourself: I like making people happy?
49. - dunno what happened here. 
50.Tattoos: Not yet but I want one. Would get soon if I knew WHAT i wanted..
51.Righty or lefty: right
52.First Surgery: i had it
53.First piercing: ears when i was very little so i don’t remember.
54.First best friend: a girl in a kindergarten named Yana.
55.First sport you enjoyed: karate 
56.First vacation: in Kiev with my parents, then slowly moving to the village to grandgrandmother
58.First pair of trainers: i remember the ones my mother made that were black and had colourful balls on it

59.Eating: about to
60.Drinking: i’ll go for tea
61.I’m about to: I’m supposed to start preparing for my graphics final and make a goddamn boot
62.Listening to: Free osts
63.Waiting for: my doom. finals.
64.Want kids: i guess?
65.Get married: eh I guess
66.Career: Student for now

67.Lips or eyes: eyes
68.Hugs or kisses: depends
69.Shorter or taller: taller
70.Older or younger: hmm a bit older
71.Romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous 
72.Nice stomach or nice arms: ARMS
73.Sensitive or loud: I dunno….science shows I love both
74.Hook-up or relationship: relationship
75.Trouble maker or hesitate: hesitate

76.Kissed a stranger: yes
77.Drank hard liquor: yes
78.Lost glasses/contacts: lost my favourite glasses with dolphins on them. I was a kid i don’t know where they went
79.Sex on first date: depends but probably no
80.Broke someones heart: sadly yeah
81.Had your own heart broken: yes
82.Been arrested: almost..come on i was just having fun in the fountain 
83.Turned someone down: yes
84.Cried when someone died: yes
85.Fallen for a friend: fuck yes

86.Yourself: I don’t know..more no than yes but sometimes i do
87.Miracles: nope
88.Love at first sight: not exactly..attraction yes but not quite love
89.Heaven: I’m agnostic
90.Santa Claus: I did.
91.Kiss on first date: if i really like them then why not
92.Angels: dont think so

not tagging but go for it if you want to;)

  • 秘密のクチヅケ
  • Aoi Shouta

Himitsu no Kuchizuke by Aoi Shouta. (- ///// w ///// -)

The piano killed me. I was already knocked out at his first line “secret of kiss”. Then that “call me” line. The chorus I swear!!! I am drowning in the pool of my own nosebleed. I cannot handle this. Our angel Shoutan has become dark angel Shoutan. This has got to be my favorite single by Shoutan yet!!!

12.03.14 // Us

It’s room service and I’m wearing hotel bedsheets, my head in your lap. I’m drinking orange juice and watching you drink coffee. We’re eating waffles and looking down at the city.

It’s the I-35e North just sunset with the windows rolled down, my hand resting on your thigh as you step on the gas, digging a hole into the darkness of another night in Texas.

It’s that crowded concert hall in Deep Ellum, your chin on my shoulder and your hands on my waist. Whiskey lips and sinking hips, flashing lights, our favorite song plays and I bury myself in you.

It’s your backyard at dusk, the moon dancing on the surface of your pool as I stand at its edge. You’re taking pictures. I howl at the moon, deep and loud and light. I laugh, and you kiss me, and I’ll tell you later that I’ve never felt so tall, so whole. 

And I’ve spent the formative years of my youth wondering why nobody told me growing up would be so hard. A master at placing the blame, I’ve been running in circles and howling at an empty sky.

I’m spending the final years of my youth wondering why nobody told me falling in love could be so easy. An amateur at real feelings, I am breaking down my walls for you and howling at your backyard moon.

It’s the soft dark of your bedroom where I make a mess of your sheets and your hair. It’s the smell of you on my skin before we shower. It’s “May I have this dance?” and “I’m gonna get us some coffee.” It’s the lights and the music and that big Texas sky. It’s a high that the drugs can’t match. It’s a rush that runs unparalleled. It’s you. And it’s me.

And it’s us.

lights out // hunter x hunter

Killua stares and stares and stares at the beating space of skin at Gon’s throat. Beneath that skin is a fresh stream of blood, ever flowing, full of life. Killua has torn throats wide open with his bare hands but this is the first one he’s ever wanted to kiss.

Rating: K+
Word count: 5,600~
Summary: Two boys talking in the dark as they fall asleep, entwined. [Killugon, cuddlefluff. Set during episode 37.]

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In order to kiss my freedom goodbye properly end this small vacation, I attempted a battle scene with your favorite dark lords. Which one? Erm… randomly open the Silmarillion at some chapter it’s probably there. Now, while Melkor seems to enjoy this new change of scene, Sauron appears less than pleased with all the fighting and all the dirt and all that battle means. Sorry Skippy, better luck next time.

Also, first attempt at armor. Ended up less dark and more viking than originally intended… well, I’m learning as I go.

peter pan imagine / frozen

as soon as i saw the season finale, i knew i had to write this! it’s mainly based off of the movie, and will probably be inaccurate once season 4 comes out, but we don’t know what the writers will throw at us! thank you all for the support <3 feel free to put in requests in my ask box!

anyways, enjoy!


Peter wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His warmth fills you will comfort and protection, and his hand reaches yours, clenching softly. As you admire the beach of Neverland, he passionately lands a kiss on your lips, holding you tightly.

When it began to grow dark, both of you start to head back to camp. Stars cover the sky in lights. Nighttime in Neverland has been one of your favorite views since you came. A rustle in the bushes interrupts the conversation you’re having with Peter, and a girl appears from the shadows. Her bright blue eyes and white hair beam at you, and she wears only one glove, her back hunched over, as if she’s scared. “Please.. Stay back, I don’t want to hurt you” she warns, her voice shaking. “Who are you? How did you get here?” Peter questions, as you grab on to his arm. “I-I don’t know, there was this bean and—“ a wave of ice hits the ground from her gloveless hand, bouncing up, and before you can process what’s going on, it aims straight into your chest. You feel ice cold, and start to fall, but support yourself afterwards. Peter places his arm around your back to lift you up, and you see the girl run away in fear. Peter’s too busy comforting you to pay attention to her. “(Y/N)! Are you okay?” he asks, concerned. You stand up and feel fine. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You tell him. “Your hair..” he gently touches a part of your hair, as you look down, and see part of it has turned pure white. “Peter, I feel fine.” You smile, slightly grabbing his hand and putting it down. “Promise?” he sounds concerned, and brushes his hand against your cheek. “Promise.” You respond.

You continue to walk, still far away from camp.  Cold immediately fills your entire body, and you lose your balance. Peter catches you in his arms, as you catch glimpses of more hair turning white. Your hands grow frosty, and you feel limp and faint. You feel Peter’s bounces as he runs towards camp, yelling words at you, but they come out as blurs. After a minute, you can finally hear Peter saying “Stay with me, (Y/N)” with worry in his voice. Another wave of cold hits you, causing you to shiver and snuggle into his chest for warmth. “You’re freezing!” Peter squeezes you harder to warm you.

He finally reaches the Lost Boy camp, and the boys run to him to help you. “Get her to a warm place” Peter calmly demands to Felix, handing you to him. “Rufio, grab a blanket” Felix yells at one of the Lost Boys, holding you in his arms. He wraps the blanket around you, and places you next to the burning fire. Peter runs off to search for the girl.

/ Pan’s Point of View /

I go through the island; she couldn’t have run far. After only a couple minutes of searching, I find her. “Who are you?” I ask. She turns around and gasps, “My name’s Elsa.” I take a step towards her, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to” she mutters. “What did you do!?” I yell at her. “I froze her heart. I’m sorry” she tells me, “Only an act of true love can help her.”

An act of true love.. true love’s kiss. I waste no time and sprint back to camp. When I get there, (Y/N)’s hair is completely white, and she’s starting to freeze. I quickly grab her into my arms and kiss her. I feel warmth coming to her hands as she grabs my cheeks to deepen our kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck and I put my hands on her waist. “I love you” she whispers.

I love you, too.


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Creepypasta #478: I’m Sure

I’m sure about a lot of things.

I’m sure I’m a 42 year old government employee.

I’m sure I will go home tonight to my empty house at the backend of a dark, wooded driveway.

I’m sure my wife won’t have dinner ready as I walk through the front door.

I’m sure she won’t kiss me on the forehead as she did every evening before making tea.

I’m sure she won’t find excuses to make hushed phone calls in the bathroom.

I’m sure I won’t find her in bed with Jude again after coming home early.

I’m sure she won’t scream as I demolish Jude’s face with the fire extinguisher.

I’m sure she won’t choke on her own blood after the bullet pierces her left lung.

I’m sure she won’t be there, in the house. I’m sure. I know that she isn’t there. I’m sure of it because I put her in the ground myself. Under black soil, neat and even. I’m sure.

I’m sure I will make dinner. I’m sure I will read a book. And I’m sure, after a while, I will lock my doors. And I’m sure the house will be quiet and empty when I decide to go to bed.

But most of all, I’m sure, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that as soon as I shut off the light, there, in that far corner, backlit by the static television shimmer, standing dead still with eyes full of blame, she’ll be watching me.

Credits to: Indosay

It is your birthday today, and this is your present.
I will stop loving you.

I will slide through your bedroom window tonight and pry each piece of my broken heart from the curls of your fingers. I will not stop to remember holding those hands. I will not look at your mouth. I will not wonder if you taste like strawberry cupcake icing.

I will stop at my favorite coffee shop on my way home, the one you never let me drag you to. I will flirt with my favorite barista. She’ll give me a medium when I order a small, and an extra shot of espresso. I’ll stop thinking about you for fourteen minutes and the dark roast won’t taste nearly as bitter as the last time you kissed me.

Tonight, when I slip beneath my sheets without you, I will not be alone. The recovered pieces of my shattered heart will be clenched in my palms. As I sleep, they will start to piece themselves back together again. As I remember who I am, I will forget you.

—  Don’t bother wishing for me on those candles, sweetheart.
Matt Espinosa imagine for Mal | A day at the park

It was a typical sunny fall day  I looked around and smelled the aroma of freshly cut grass. I heard leaves crunching under stranger’s feet as they walked pass me. I was wearing my favorite orange sweater and I had on my dark blue jeans. I wore my mug boots and my blonde hair was curled, the top covered with a white beanie. Matt was sitting beside me, as usual, his left arm around my small shoulders. We were hanging out with a couple of friends.

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