the lord of dramas

You are a teacher at Washington High. Observing the students, you notice that their teenage drama is remarkably similar to the plot of Lord of the Rings. The rest of the faculty seems not to notice, despite the parallels growing more outrageous every day.

What is love?

Love makes us selfish

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And love makes us selfless. 

Originally posted by s-e-h-n-s-u-ch-t

Love makes us weak

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and love makes us strong.

Originally posted by andrewserkis

Love makes us sad 

Originally posted by moan-s

and love makes us happy. 

Originally posted by bunnykillian

Love builds us up

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

And love breaks us down.

Originally posted by cas-tiel-trash

Love hurts 

Originally posted by wtfunnelcake

And love heals. 

Originally posted by kingly-bitch

Loving is flying

Originally posted by niklausunsesi

 And loving is falling.

Originally posted by yoimspiderman

Loving is enduring 

Originally posted by thorinshielding

And loving is leaving.

Originally posted by queerdraco

To protect 

Originally posted by eonline

To neglect.

Originally posted by priincessleia

Laughter.

Originally posted by pottermede

Smiles.

Originally posted by darkwinterpoem

Frowns.

Originally posted by sukimann

Tears. 

Originally posted by gurl

It all comes from love.

Originally posted by toksuri

And if there’s one thing you must know about love 

Originally posted by piinklady

It’s that, 

Originally posted by reedusnormanbr

Overall, 

Originally posted by witharthurkirkland

Love makes us fools. 

-Anonymous

The Signs as My Favorite Movies Part 1

Aries: Wolf Children

Originally posted by souleater

Taurus: Pride and Prejudice (2005)

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Gemini: The Last Unicorn

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Cancer: The Fantastic Mr. Fox

Originally posted by thedissolve

Leo: The Princess Bride

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Virgo: Breakfast At Tiffany’s

Originally posted by spireandco

Libra: The Nightmare Before Christmas

Originally posted by parepin

Scorpio: Edward Scissorhands

Originally posted by zombiesteps

Sagittarius: Serenity

Originally posted by singfromthehair

Capricorn: LOTR

Originally posted by bagginshield

Aquarius: Jane Eyre

Originally posted by fyjaneeyre-blog

Pisces: Meet Me In St. Louis

Originally posted by carmelasoprano

||❥ a moon without stars (m)

w o n w o o ! s c e n a r i o

cr. 

word count: 18, 194 [ sorry not sorry]

genre: oh my god, it’s everything. angst + smut + fluff + romance + drama lord have mercy.

includes: the tale of Y/N’s first love, jeon wonwoo, and their relationship that builds up to an unplanned pregnancy. he helps his uncle out with mechanic stuff nd works part time as a body piercer. Y/N is a florist. mature themes nd shit, cried over this more than i needed to. enjoy!! :))

✎ don’t rlly have anything 2 say other than have fun reading, the soul has been sucked out of me!! jeon wonwoo destroyed my feelings!!


He is quiet, still like a marble statue that encases ivory bone and hot scarlet. He is impassive, a heavy brow left without a single crease nor a wrinkle, the ink that churns in indolent pupils murky, yet clear with your image that reflects in similarity to a mirror. His lips are beautiful, decorated in lovely shades of rose, yet they are not curled in a signature smile that flutters a heart or preludes a giggle. That is because, above all things, the boy is gobsmacked, perhaps even a little enraged.

Therefore, Jeon Wonwoo’s lips are plain straight. No, if they were to smile, you would burst like a water balloon, sprinkling the earth in droplets of solace. But it is not solace you feel when his face finally cracks, when his eyes flare in smoky streaks that practically engulf your lungs with desolation.

There is a click in your mind, an instinct to clasp your palms to your stomach as Jeon Wonwoo points his chin toward the floor and swears. Your words are still echoing around the room, burrowing within couch cushions and empty coffee mugs. They are permanent reminders that will forever linger, steeping around your limbs and tugging softly at your clothing. They remind you that your life will never return to normal, if normal even existed to begin with, and that sometimes, life can only prevail if a mistake is there to kindle it.

He will not hurt me, you acquaint in the sealed tomb of your skull. He will not lay a finger on me even though he is confused and angry. Every syllable that ricocheted behind thick bone only amplified how your chest ached, like someone’s fist had enclosed around your heart, squeezing it while the organ beat frantically. His fingers carded in exasperation through sable black hair, a groan so deep and desponding spilling in fashion to liquor from his lips. Still, you knew he would never bruise your flesh out of anger, out of spite perhaps starting to brew. You are beautiful, and Jeon Wonwoo does not bruise beauty.

Instead, he leaves it.

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