the next ones i will probably post tomorrow



This was supposed to post yesterday but the wifi was bad so i’ll pretend it was by having yesterday’s date

So, it’s pretty incredible being allowed to live here for a few days while interviews are going on as the view out my window is spectacular. Today I had an interview this morning and I have no idea how it went. My next one is tomorrow and I’ll probably go down into the city centre to do some Christmas shopping this afternoon as I have a lot of spare time.



Bam! 4 parts in one day. I hope this made the hiatus worth it. digital colored pages in the next update!! >~<

Also for all those sending me asks, I thank you very much. I’m promising not to spam your dashes with asks so I’m gonna save them all up for tomorrow and answer them in a text post. This will be probably what I do from now on. thanks for your patience

Part 58

Start from Beginning


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Good Night (Spencer Reid fluff/smut-ish?)

IMPORTANT: Exam season starts tomorrow and I have been studying A LOT and I’m so tired all the time. For the next 9 days I probably won’t be posting as much (I will try) please don’t be mad,and when I’m done I will be doing requests and another part of Lie to me (until the next exam season starts again) …..and I need to update the masterlist god damn

another note:this is smut I wrote last year and my sorry for not posting as much gift *runs away crying with notes and books* 

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[a/n]: helllloooo!! decided i’d get one more thing out before classes start tomorrow :( i probably won’t post anything else until next weekend, but i’ll work on some writings do they’ll be ready to go by friday! if u have any requests send them my way (also any feedback would b nice) and i hope u like it!!!

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, college!au, frat boy!yoongi

word count: 367

summary: yoongi wakes up to you wearing his shirt and he just noticed how much he liked it. (and you)

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Lucy(ille) : Chapter 2

chapter 1 here

chapter 3 here

chapter 4 here

I ended up becoming way more exhausted than i anticipated, so i’d rather post a good chunk of a chapter now than try to finish it tonight and have it be shit because i’m literally half asleep. thank you for your patience, you all loved the first chapter and i don’t want to let you down! Tomorrow I’ll post two chapters to make up for the shortness of this one :)

warnings: language, negan being negan, sexual tension (smut scene coming tomorrow prepare your bodies) (also i didn’t proof read so if parts don’t make sense I was probably sleep typing)

“Look man, I’m just saying. With an ass like that, wouldn’t you just wanna g–shit.” Simon shot up from his post, snatching the binoculars from the savior next to him to see what was approaching the Sanctuary. “Damn it this isn’t right, they shouldn’t be coming back this soon. Fuck!” He started down the tower and jumped to the ground just as the trucks sped up to the front gates. The saviors poured out of the trucks first, Arat quickly stomping behind.

“What the hell happened? No Alexandria run is ever this short, and that was shorter than fat Joey’s dick. You must not have even made it,” Simon pressed, running up to Arat who was obviously more pissed than the rest of them. “Ask the dead girl he’s got a hard on for in the truck.” Simon became even more confused. “What the fuck do you mean?” She stepped up to him looking him dead in the eyes while shoving Lucy’s bag into his hands. “Go fucking see for yourself,” she whispered slowly before storming off. He glanced at the items in the bag and started for Negan’s truck. “Sir, everyone in Alexandria must be dead for you to have come back this fast–”

“Is that her bag?” Negan dropped out of the truck holding the life size rag doll that was Lucy’s body. Simon was now in a state of confusion that left him speechless, muttering um’s and what’s before Negan’s voice whipped him back to reality. “I believe I asked you a fucking question. You are holding a fucking bag, are you not? Is that from Arat?” Simon answered this time with no hesitation, “Well yeah, who is th-”

“Follow me, bring the bag. If I ask you a question and you give me that dumb-fucking-founded deer in the shit lights look again, I will fucking beat your fucking shit face until it comes off. M o v e.” Before Simon could react, Negan whipped around strutting confidently to what seemed to be the direction of the doctor. After a moment of doubt, Simon ran after him


The room smelled like oranges and whiskey. The sheets surrounding her felt velvety to the touch, encasing her body in a sensual warmth. She slowly opened her eyes as she came back to her senses. She went to sit up and was forced down by a pain in her chest. Looking down, she saw a bruised, oozing gash across her chest, the stitches barely keeping it together. Immediately the very little energy she had was was used for panicking. The absence of light in the room told her it was night time making it hard for her to make out what was around her. She stretched out her arms in every direction trying to feel out anything she could identify. She leaned to the right and felt a table, some bandages, and a full glass. Barely knocking it over, she grasped it and began chugging. Lemonade. She couldn’t remember the last time she had tasted her favorite drink.

“Thirsty, huh?” A deep voice make her seize and her hand gave up on the glass, the shattered glass echoing throughout the room. She remained silent as the voice continued. “Well not anymore.” She then heard footsteps crunch over the glass approaching the bed. “Let’s see what kind of a mess you made.” All at once the room lit up from a lamp on the table, seeming to light everything but the man who loomed before her in black. Their eyes met and her breathing became short. Staring, he continued. “There. isn’t that better. I’ll get someone to clean this shit up.” As he stepped closer her eyes darted from the bat in his hand to his eyes again. She was terrified. There was a darkness surrounding him that she couldn’t understand, yet a charm in his eyes that wrapped itself around her like a silky thread. “Oh, my fucking bad. You and Lucille have some history , something involving you jumping in front of a truck. My truck. But in all that fucking excitement I managed to not introduce myself.” He set Lucille on the floor before stating, “Hi. I’m Negan. Lacey, right?” He played up not knowing her name to make her talk. “Lucy.” she cracked. His body pulsed at the sound of her name. Lucy.
She saw his eyes trail across her body, each glance creating another goose bump on her skin. She knew nothing about Negan. Nothing about Lucille, and he seemed to have a following. His slicked hair merged into the checkerboard beard upon his face, drawing focus to his eyes and his smile. His contagious smile. She found a comfort in his aggressiveness, knowing there was a calmer side waiting to emerge.

His eyes trailed across her body, each glance ressurecting another memory in his head. He knew nothing about this Lucy. Not this one, at least, but he found himself wanting to. Her brown locks laid effortlessly around her face, drawing focus to her eyes. He found a comfort in her calmness, craving the agressive side he knew she had inside of her. The more he stared, the more he wanted her.

OK SO THERES CHAPTER 2 (chapter 3 here) chapter 4 here 




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Determined (Drabble) [3]

Day & Night (Drabble Series): Pt. [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7], [8], [9], [10]

Genre:  Slight Fluff/Slight Angst

College AU

Character: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 680

A/N: I know this drabble is a bit boring, but don’t worry I promise the next one will make up for it. You guys ready for some drama? Then stay tuned! I will probably post drabble #4 tomorrow, I’m almost done… But I got some homework to do so I’ll probably finish it up tomorrow.
Also Jungkook will make his appearance soon, just be patient~

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              -          Admin Mochi

[January 17, 2016]

              “I would have never thought you were all roommates.” Y/N commented before taking a bite of her chicken.

               “Now you see what I have to deal with…” Jin groaned signaling over to the other five boys sitting at the dinner table with them. “How do you even know these two anyway?” he questioned pointing his chopsticks at the blonde and orange haired boys.

               “Y/N, Taehyung, and I met our senior year in high school.” Jimin responded before she could.

               “What I want to know is how all of you met.” She uttered peering at them inquisitively.

               “Well, as you know despite being a year apart Yoongi and I met at school because we’re both majoring in business administration.” Said the oldest, Jin as he served himself more rice.

               “I met Jimin at the dance studio. Since both of us enjoy dancing we hit it off really well.” The one by the name of Hoseok added.

               “I met Yoongi at one of my gigs two years ago.” the silver haired Namjoon informed her. “And I then met Hoseok in one of my classes.”

               “One of your gigs?” Y/N asked confused as to what he was referring to.

               “Yeah. He’s an underground rapper, he goes by the stage name Rap Monster.” Chimed in Taehyung.

               “That’s so cool! Are you really good?” she wondered.
               “I guess so, but you should see Yoongi perform he’s a legend.” Namjoon replied motioning over to his older friend.

               “Really?” Y/N excitedly exclaimed and turned to the tattooed boy only to find him glaring daggers at Namjoon.

               “Mhm.” He hummed completely ignoring Yoongi. “But back to your original question, somehow we all ended up becoming friends through one another and bam! Here we are now as roommates.” Six college boys, one house… That’s crazy, she thought with a grin.

              Y/N would have never thought Yoongi would be walking her home, even if it was because Jin had asked him to since he had too much to clean up after dinner. The two made their way down the dimly lit streets in complete silence, she wasn’t sure whether he wanted to have a conversation with her and even if he did she wasn’t sure what to talk about. Instead, Y/N found herself peeking at him when he wasn’t paying attention.

              He walked with his hands tucked into his olive bomber while staring straight ahead. The fringe of his jet black hair brushed against his lashes with every echoing step he took. His face was blank, there was absolutely no sign of emotions. Her eyes then lingered on the new piercing on his ear, which was now his third one. Her attention was promptly drawn to how the moonlight illuminated his fair skin making him look ethereal, Y/N had never seen anyone as beautiful and handsome as him.

              “Are you done gawking?” Yoongi snorted breaking Y/N out of her trance.

               “I- I’m sorry.” Y/N meekly muttered not knowing what else to say. The brunette mentally cursed for having embarrassed herself in front of him once again. Those were the only words the two exchanged until they had finally reached her apartment complex. “Before you go I was wondering…”


               “When and where your next gig is, I really want to see you perform.” She beamed looking up at him with bright hopeful eyes.

               “No.” came his curt reply.

               “No, what?”

               “No, you can’t go.” Yoongi stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

               “What… Why not?”

               “Because girls like you don’t belong in places like that.” He responded sounding as intimidating as he could. A tiny part of him instantly regretted his words seeing her look so defeated. Her big brown eyes gazed up at his filled with disappointment. “So forget about it.” He finished not sounding as confident as before. With that the black haired boy walked off into to the night leaving a saddened and muddled Y/N at the front of her door steps.

               But no matter his words, she was determined to see Min Yoongi perform if it’s the last thing she’d do.

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sing fanfiction #2

I decided to make it easier for you guys and put all 3 parts of my horribly depressing fanfiction together into 1 post 

Another fic out probably tomorrow (don’t worry it’s a fluffy one) 

[Pt. 1]
Jonny’s fingers danced across the keys of the piano, emitting the sound into every corner of the room. He was playing a beautiful cover of “I’m Still Standing”, and if anyone who didn’t know him had walked by, they would’ve assumed he was a professional practicing for his next concert, not a parentless ex-criminal teenager at one of his daily piano lessons.

Mrs. Crawley watched him with her one good eye, every once in a while nodding her head or making a comment.

Johnny was about halfway through the song when suddenly, he loudly hit several of the wrong keys at the same time and quickly pulled back from the piano, holding his arm. His face looked pained, and Mrs. Crawley looked at him with concern. “Are you alright dear?” She asked.

Johnny sucked in a breath. “Y-yeah, I’m okay…” He assured her. Then he winced in pain. Sucking in another breath, he said,          "A-Actually, do you mind if we stop practice a l-little early today?“
Mrs. Crawley nodded, slightly confused. “Sure dear.” She said. “Go home and get some good rest, it looks like you need it.”

Johnny gave her a pained smile. “Thanks Mrs. Crawley.” He said, and left the room.

Buster Moon walked around the the theatre, admiring it. It had been a good few months since it was rebuilt, but he still couldn’t get over how beautiful it looked. He wished his father could see him now.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar face looking around the room. It was Johnny, and he seemed to be searching for something.

“Hey there Johnny! Need help looking for something?” Buster asked, walking up behind the gorilla. Johnny jumped, slightly startled, then turned around and relaxed upon seeing it was only Buster.

“Oh, hey Mr. Moon. Have you seen my jacket? I can’t find it.” He said, turning his head. Buster pointed to a nearby room. “I think I saw it in there a bit earlier.” He said. Johnny sighed. “Of course it is,” he said, “why didn’t I think of that?”

He walked to the room with Buster in tow and, sure enough, the jacket was there, draped over the back of a chair.

“Thanks Mr. Moon.” Johnny said to Buster. He walked over to the chair and grabbed the jacket.

“You leaving already? I thought your piano lessons ended at 4, not 3.” Buster said. “They do,” Johnny said, “but I’m leaving a little early today.” Buster momentarily considered asking Johnny the reason why he was leaving so early, but decided against it. He probably wasn’t feeling well- in fact, now that Buster thought about it, Johnny didn’t look so good either.

He watched as Johnny put on the jacket and noticed something strange: it took Johnny a lot longer than usual to slip on the jacket. He put it on slowly, then winced in pain as he did so, as if it hurt to put his arm through the sleeve.

“Are you alright?” Buster asked, concerned. Johnny gave him a confused look. “It looks like your arm’s bothering you.” Buster continued.

Johnny gave him a weak smile. “Ah, don’t worry, its nothing.” He said casually. “I just fell off my skateboard on the way here this morning and it kind’ve hurts. But nothing to worry about.”

Buster studied Johnny’s expression. He had seen enough actors to know when someone was lying. “Are you sure?” Buster asked. Johnny shifted uncomfortably before quickly saying, “Yep. Thanks Mr. Moon. See ya tomorrow.”  Before Buster could say anything else on the subject, or ask why Johnny had left without his skateboard, the gorilla had left.

He stared at the door until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see it was Ash, who was holding an object that Buster recognized as Johnny’s skateboard.

“Do you know where Johnny is?” Ash asked. Buster motioned to the door. “He just left. You just missed him.” He said. Ash sighed. “Oh well.” She said. She shrugged. “He came over to my house a few days ago and left his skateboard there. I’ve been trying to get it back to him for a few days now, but I haven’t run into him.”

Buster blinked. “He left it at your house how many days ago?”

Ash shrugged. “Uh, I don’t know. 3 or 4 I guess.”

Buster thought for a moment about what Johnny had said: “I just fell off my skateboard on the way here this morning.”

He turned to the door Johnny had just left out of.

Something wasn’t right….

[Pt. 2]
Everybody looked up as at Buster as he walked into the room. Nearly everyone except Johnny was there for some reason or another, but for the moment they just seemed to be chatting amongst themselves.

Ash walked in behind Buster and set down the skateboard next to a desk. “He just left.” She told the others as she walked over to where they were standing. Buster followed her and the group sat down and started having a conversation. Buster didn’t engage in it- he seemed to have something on his mind.

Meena was the first to notice something was up. “Everything all right, Mr. Moon?” She asked. Buster jumped at the sound of his name and looked up to find everybody looking at him. “W-What?” He asked. “You okay?” Meena asked again. Buster nodded his head slowly. “Yeah… Just…” He thought for a moment and shifted uncomfortably where he was sitting. “…have you noticed Johnny acting kind’ve… strange, lately…?” He asked.

A few in the group nodded their heads. “Yeah.” Ash said. You know how I told you that he came over to my place the other day?“ Buster nodded. “Well, it was MELTING, and my AC was broken. It was SO HOT. I could see him sweating like crazy, but he refused to take off his jacket, or roll up his sleeves, or anything.”

“And he always seems so tired now, like he hasn’t slept in days.” Meena chimed in.

“And he spends pretty much all his time cooped up in that old garage.” Rosita said. “He’s basically here for his piano lessons and then my house to sleep. He spends the rest of the time in that garage or visiting his father.” Buster nodded. He’d gotten word that Rosita had insisted Johnny stay with her until his father got out of prison, and after a while, Johnny agreed. He stayed with her now. “Hasn’t been eating much lately either.” She added.

Buster nodded again. “Why are you asking?” Meena asked. “He just seemed to be acting…weird today.” Buster said. “Something’s definitely wrong but…” He trailed off. “Well if anyone can get to the bottom of it, it’s you.” Rosita said. Buster shrugged. “Hopefully….I’m just kind’ve worried about him, that’s all.” Meena shrugged.“Well if there’s any way we can help…” Buster nodded his head. “I’ll let you know.”


The next day, Johnny finished his lessons early again. “You feeling okay?” Buster asked him. “This is the second time in a row you’ve cut your lessons short.” Johnny nodded. “Yeah, I feel fine. Just…tired. Don’t worry, I’ll make up the time I missed-”

“I’m not worried about the time you’re missing.” Buster suddenly interrupted. There was a brief silence before he cleared his throat. “Um anyways…. Could you do me a favor? If you’re feeling well enough?” He asked. Johnny nodded. “I need someone to watch the the theatre for a few hours. I gotta go help Eddie with a thing…it’s kind’ve an emergency.” Jonny nodded again. “Of course, Mr. Moon.”

Buster smiled. “Thanks Johnny, you’re a lifesaver.” He grabbed his bag and walked out the door. As he walked, he pulled out his phone and texted Eddie.

> if Johnny calls or texts you, tell him everything is okay

There was a small period of silence before Buster’s phone beeped again.

> Buster, what did u do this time?

Buster rolled his eyes.

> Just trust me

A long pause. Then a beep.


Buster slipped his phone into his bag and kept walking.


After a good 20 minutes trying to lift the door up (curse his tiny hands!) Buster finally was able to get the door of Johnny’s garage-house open. He stepped inside and squinted into the dark room. Fumbling for a light switch, he eventually found one and flipped it. The room brightened.

It was a lot cleaner than Buster had thought it was going to be, but he suspected it was a lot messier until Johnny started using it.

Buster looked at his watch. He’d wasted a fair amount of time trying to get the stupid door to open.

He proceeded to start looking around the room. He had no idea what he was looking FOR, just…..he didn’t know. Something.
He felt terrible, looking through Johnny’s things like this but… Desperate times, desperate measures.

After a good hour of searching, Buster had checked everywhere except the bathroom, and had found nothing. Having virtually no other choice, he walked into the (surprisingly clean) bathroom and started looking around. “God, I’m being so creepy right now…” Buster muttered under his breath.

After looking around for a while and finding nothing but toothpaste and towels, Buster was about to give up and leave when he noticed something weird- a worn looking drawer, slightly ajar, that Buster hadn’t looked at. He slowly opened it up and sucked in a sharp breath.

The drawer had several sharp objects in it. Scissors… Knives…and what startled him even further was that some had something red covering the edges. Buster immediately knew what it was and nearly froze.

‘Is he some kind of serial killer???’ Buster momentarily thought. Then he immediately shook his head and facepalmed. Of course he wasn’t! This is Johnny he was talking about here. The one who insisted on catching a fly in a cup and letting it free outside instead of swatting it.

Buster opened the drawer further. ‘Even if it was a possibility, it would be on more than just the edges…’ He thought. He pulled out a barely used roll of bandages. ‘And you don’t bandage your victims…’ Buster set down the roll and thought for a moment. Suddenly, his breath caught in his throat as realization hit. If he has a bunch of sharp objects stained with blood, but he’d never hurt another living soul, that meant….. He froze.

Wait, no, he would never do that!


…..would he?


[Pt. 3]
The next day, Buster watched Johnny as he began his daily piano lesson. He kept hitting several of the wrong keys, but didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping.

Buster heard shuffling behind him and turned around in time to see Ash, Meena, and the others walk into the room.

“Hey, Meena?” He called out. Everyone turned towards the sound of Buster’s voice, but only Meena walked over. “Yes Mr. Moon? You need something?” Buster shifted uncomfortably. “I was hoping you might be able to help me…it’s about Johnny.” He said.

Now he had Meena’s attention. “It is?” She asked. “Did you find out why he’s been acting so weird?” “Yes.” Buster said. He paused. “Well, I mean, no. Maybe. I have a good idea of what it is…but I’m not sure.” Buster proceeded to relay his evidence- what he’d seen and heard, how he’d looked through Johnny’s things the day before, and what he’d found.

Meena looked worried now. “You….don’t think he did it to himself…do you?” She asked, looking into the room where Johnny was playing. He seemed to be having a hard time hitting notes with his left hand, as if moving the arm was painful. Buster sighed. “Like I said, I’m not completely sure, but….as much as I hate to say it, that’s what it seems like. I mean, with all the stuff the poor kid’s been going through lately…. I honestly wouldn’t rule it out.”

Buster suddenly heard a small gasp from the other side of the room. He shifted his focus from Meena to the direction he’d heard the sound, and saw Ash standing there with a hand over her mouth, like she’d just said something she wasn’t supposed to. The others were giving her a look like she’d just busted their secret plan, and everything was silent for a moment.

Then they turned to run.

“Hold it.” Buster said. The others all stopped in their tracks and awkwardly turned around. “Yeeees, Mr. Moon?” Rosita said. Buster gave them a look. “Were you listening?” He asked. There was an uncomfortable silence. “….noooooooo…” Ash said. Buster gave her a hard, cold stare, and after a few moments she let out a breath. “Okay, maybe. A little bit.” She looked at Buster. “You don’t think he’s really….like, actually hurting himself, do you?” She said. “I mean this is Johnny, he’s…” She trailed off and looked down. She had intended so say, “always happy”, when realization dawned. She had recognized that look he’d had in his eyes lately- it was the same look she’d had when her boyfriend had broken up with her, the same look she’d seen so many times in so many people that she had it memorized.

Johnny was hurting.

She looked back up and quickly said, “ I wanna help.” The others nodded. Buster sighed. He sounded slightly irritated. “Well, I wasn’t even intending to tell you guys…” He said, “so if you really want to help the situation, just…..keep quiet, okay?”

Meena cleared her throat behind Buster. “What did you want me to do?” She asked. Buster turned to her. “Ah, yes, Meena. I was kind’ve wondering… Well, I’m not good real with people, especially sad ones…” He looked uncomfortable. “Well, you’re so good with being nice, and listening, and….well I was wondering if you could talk to him? Try to get the truth out of him if you can?”

“Me?” Meena said. Buster nodded. Meena stuttered. “I-I can try, I guess.” She said. Buster nodded.

All of a sudden 2 sets of footsteps came into the room. Everybody simultaneously turned toward the sound and saw Johnny walking out of the room while Mrs. Crawley came out and walked the other direction with a few pieces of paper in her hand. Johnny gave a weak wave to the group. “Hey guys.” He said. He sounded cheerful- but everyone was painstakingly aware of how exhausted he sounded as well. “What'ca talking about?” He asked.

A brief silence.

“….And why are you all staring at me like that…?”

Meena was the first to speak. She stepped forward and cleared her throat. “Um, can you come with me to the other room? Eddie’s out today and Mr. Moon here was just telling me he needed help with one of the stage lights. ….We’re, uh, kind’ve the only ones tall enough to reach it.” She said awkwardly. The others nodded their heads vigorously, as if they fully 100% believed the story Meena had just made up.

Johnny shrugged, and then winced at the action. “Um, sure I guess. I got time.” He proceeded to follow Meena into the next room, leaving the others alone. Buster exchanged knowing looks with the group.

He wished for the best.


“I still don’t see anything wrong with it.” Johnny told Meena as he examined the light. “Oh.” Meena said. “Well, he was probably being paranoid. This theatre is like his baby- you know how he can get sometimes.” Johnny nodded knowingly. “Well, why don’t we…uh…just sit here for a while? Spend some time just talking and then tell him we fixed the light. He’ll probably say it looks great and won’t notice we didn’t do anything.” Meena said. Johnny gave a small laugh. “Okay.” He said.

The two sat down on the edge of the stage and started talking. It started as a normal conversation, but then Meena started asking stranger questions. “How have you felt lately?” “You been okay?” Johnny was getting suspicious, and Meena could tell.

Johnny suddenly interrupted her. “If this is your way of asking me something, just ask.” He said. Meena sucked in a breath, and after a short silence, let it out in a sigh. “Well…..nothing was wrong with the stage light in the first place.” She said. “I made it up. I was talking with buster just now….and…..” She continued to tell Johnny everything she knew: what they’d all noticed, and what Buster had found. Johnny stayed deathly silent through the entire story, wearing an expression that was impossible for Meena to read.

After she was finished, Meena looked at Johnny, who was silent. “We’re all just worried about you and….we wanted to know if you were really…. You know.” She said.

Johnny was silent for a moment before he responded. “Yeah…I…I was hoping you guys wouldn’t notice…”

Meena’s eyes shifted from the floor towards Johnny’s face. He tried to explain himself, but ultimately failed.

“I’m sorry…I….I don’t know why I….I just….. Just….” He looked on the brink of tears. Meena saw this and scooched over next to Johnny a little more. She was just close enough to hear him say quietly,  

“I just don’t want it to hurt anymore.”

Then he broke down. Like a tidal wave violently crashing through a dam. He couldn’t seem to stop crying, as if he had bottled up every ounce of liquid in his body and was just now pouring it all out at once. Meena pulled him closer to her and was startled as she realized he was surprisingly light and easy to move- even with her elephant strength, he should’ve been a little heavier.

“I-I’m sorry…” He said quietly, but Meena cut him short. “No, Johnny, don’t be. It’s okay.”

Meena looked up as she heard noises come from the other side of  the room. Buster had just dropped down from the ceiling, where he’d apparently been the whole time, and Ash and the others were just walking into the room. They looked at Johnny, then at Meena, who just nodded. This immediately got the message across and they all walked over quickly.

Johnny looked at them, his eyes full of tears. “Guess it was obvious.” He said. Ash shook her head and and sat down next to him. “Why didn’t you tell us?” She asked. Johnny shook his head and sniffed. “I just….I didn’t want to burden you guys with something like that.” He responded quietly.

“You couldn’t do that!” Rosita said.

“Yeah,” Ash said. “We’re your FRIENDS Johnny. You couldn’t burden us if you tried.”

“We’re here for you.”

The group continued to roll out encouragement to the gorilla until they could all see him visibly smiling, tears in his eyes.

He wiped his eyes. “S-sorry for all that…” He said. Meena gave him a hug, which the others joined in.

“Ow.” Rosita said suddenly.

“Sorry.” Ash replied a few seconds later. “Quills.”

They all pulled away as Johnny gave a small laugh and wiped his eyes.

“How about I make us all cake?” Meena said. Everyone nodded their heads violently, knowing Meena made some of the best cake around.

Everyone stood up, and after a second of awkward standing, started to walk out the door with the rest of the group. Meena and Johnny were the last to leave.

Before leaving they both stopped and looked at each other.

“…Thanks Meena.” Johnny said.

“Thank Buster for snooping around in your stuff!” Meena said, and they both laughed.

There was a short silence before Meena quietly added, “Are you okay?”

Johnny smiled and nodded. “…I’m feeling better.”

And he meant it.


So my analysis for tonight’s episode will be posted first thing tomorrow, but this promo was probably the most suspicious thing I saw tonight. We see Beth twice in it, one in Still and once from Alone. And why are they doing an entire marathon before the msf? I think it’s very likely we could see her next week. *fingers crossed*
#td #bethgreene #bethgreenelives #bethisalive #bethiscoming #bethyl #bethylforever #bethylforlife #bethylreunion #bethylreunite #bethylfeels #tdtheories #tdtheory #teamdelusional #teamdefiance

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FIRST PAGE!!!! I hope to get the second page if not next week– because of final exams– the week after when semester two starts up. Also i have a drawing test for Seneca’s animation program tomorrow so just a heads up if you don’t see me im probably ripping my own head off working on a bunch of portfolios for college. It’s fine i am having fun just drawing tbh. And one more thing, after i post 3 pages of this i will begin tagging this comic on my blog, ill be going back on this post to put Previous and Next links, and maybe ill start a comic archive on my blog page. things to watch out for.

Nuclear Throne Noir AU by @doodledrawsthings


Happy Valentines Day!

So I realized it’s valentines tomorrow and if I had more time I’d probably have done some pics of my favorite pairings, but I have so many of them and not enough time and a lot of other projects I keep getting distracted from working on, and also I’m bad at planning, so I didn’t have time.
Instead, I decided to do the next best thing: post all the chibis from one of my entrees in the shipping challenge as pngs so people can pair their favorites together! :D This is something I’ve considered doing for a while but haven’t mostly because it was too time-consuming.
Essentially, pick images from the left and right, line up the hands, and you have a pic of your favorite pairing! :D Great for rare pairs. (I’d also be happy to do it myself if its too much work and you want to send an ask, especially when it gets weird because gloves since I have the files for that and didn’t want to post them in edition.)
Here’s what it’ll look like:

I only did the alpha kids, beta kids, and beta trolls. But again, if there’s a character you really want drawn that’s not included, send me an ask and if I have time I’ll draw one up to fit. :3
Anyway, ‘nuff talking, here are the images. Enjoy!

Happy Valentines day!

i-have-zero-chill  asked:

Are you positive that FitzSimmons promo poster is legit? Like it looks very real but it wasn't posted on any official AoS account which is why I'm skeptical.

Hi @i-have-zero-chill

I”m fairly sure it is.  @amandajoyce118 said:   Looks like a one sheet used to advertise the show in the comics. So, probably legit. Ask someone who picks up their new comics tomorrow. That’s when it would be in anything by Marvel.

And it very much fits with what we think is coming next week.  Fitzsimmons trying to stop the Robo Team, working together, all while being hunted down.

But I’ll say it again, if it is a Manip hats off to who did it because that is crazy good!


Kalafina 27 Week Challenge

Week 2: Favourite Song?

Sorry people I needed a litlle break ^^ but I’m back and I’m decided to do the questions on time so probably expect another challenge post this week

So fave song; Last year I picked Red Moon but I really haven’t listened to it much lately so I’m going for Hanataba. I love the melodies and the music here a lot! and it still has a calming effect on my, idk why, wich I really apreciated this last stressfull year ;^^;

I still really really like Red Moon tho. In general I can’t pick a favourite for anything , it varies depending on my mood on the latest events… Other songs up on my faves list include usumurasaki (I just put it now because of this post and the begining gave me goosebumps lol), Yami no uta (!!!), Tetoteometome… and a lot more but this would never end ;-;

the-stars-spell-home replied to your post “me whenever somebody reads my fics:”

I need another chapter of centripetal force like I need air

Tomorrow night (est) probably!

nicaforov replied to your post “ochoth replied to your post “quick survey……… long of a fic title…”

“#the next chapter of CF may or may not be intense” Where’s that image of Kermit on fire when you need it

Draco Malfoy Imagine - Romeo and Juliet

Hey guys!  I’m going on a trip for the fourth of July so I might not be posting much until after next Saturday.  I will try to put a bunch of stuff in my queue, but I don’t think I can write eleven imagines in one night, so …  Also, I have no requests left to do (except the masterlist, which I am still working on and will probably be posted tomorrow) in my inbox so I’m just making these up lol.  If you write me a request it and send it TONIGHT I will probably get it done.  But if you send one much later, I probably won’t write it for a bit less than two weeks.

     “My father will hear about this!” cried Draco as he stormed off towards the hospital wing.  Ron, Harry, and I were left cracking up in the hallway behind him.

     Hermione stood next to the three of us trying to look unamused.  “Ron, I can’t believe you gave him rabbit ears!  To be honest, I didn’t even know that you knew that spell.”

     “Hey,” Ron sputtered, “I’ve gotten better at magic since I got to Hogwarts!”

     I rolled my eyes and he elbowed me in the ribs.

     We stood together in the hallway, talking and laughing, for a long time before Hermione eyed a clock on the wall rather regretfully and said, “It’s getting late.  We’d better be going.”

     I nodded and said goodnight, then we each went our separate ways - Harry, Ron, and Hermione to the Gryffindor common room, and me to that of Slytherin.  The four of us had been good friends since we first met on the train to Hogwarts, but sadly, I had been placed in a separate house.

     Seemingly, the worst house.  After all, who would want to be stuck with Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, or Gregory Goyle?


     Later that night, I was reading in the common room.  I had finished my homework early for once, and was indulging in one of my guilty pleasures - reading classic muggle novels.

     Right now I was reading Romeo and Juliet, which, so far, I was hating.  No one falls in love like that!

     A few pages after I started reading, Draco Malfoy sat down on the couch beside me.

     “What are you reading?” he asked me.

     “I see you’ve gotten your ears back to normal,” I remarked.  Why was Malfoy talking to me?

     He just looked at me.

     I sighed and said, “Romeo and Juliet.  Why are you talking to me?”

     “I was curious - not many wizards read muggle books,” Draco spat out the word ‘muggle’ as though it was a curse, “Besides, Crabbe and Goyle are in detention.“

     “Surprise,” I muttered, turning back to my book.

     He sat there for a few moments, before suddenly saying, “y/n, why do you hate me so much?”

     “You’re mean to my friends,” I said, without even a second thought.  Why would I like someone who constantly pestered my best friends?

     “But I’m not mean to you,” he replied, “I like you.  More than the rest of them, anyways.”

     “You’re mean to them.”

     He rolled his eyes.  “My parents hate him.  You can’t really expect us to be best friends, now can you?”

     I shrugged.

     “What’s it about?” he asked, gesturing to my book.

     “Two teenagers who fall in love.  It’s kind of dumb, actually.”

     “Why’s it dumb?”

     I looked away.  This was kind of an awkward discussion to be having with Draco Malfoy, who was supposed to be my enemy.  “Because they’re young and stupid.  They fall head-over heels in love for each other in a matter of days, they don’t understand the danger of their situation, and they end up dying for each other.“

     “Wow.”  Draco said.  “But it doesn’t seem very realistic.”

     “I guess not.”

     “I mean, usually a person likes someone for a long time before they talk to them, right?”

      I nodded cautiously.

     “And then they usually try to find things in common with the other person?”

     “I guess,” I replied.

     “And then, maybe they tell the person that they like them?”

     All my attention was on Draco now.  Was he telling me he liked me?

    “And then see if they want to go to Hogsmeade next weekend?”

     I blinked in shock.  Draco had never been nice to me before, and my friends would tease me forever.  But despite all of that, he was sort of cute.

     I took a deep breath, and smiled at him.

     “I’d like that.”

     Might as well give him a chance.

anonymous asked:

Update tonight or tomorrow?? Pretty please? Don't know what time zone you're working with but I could really use it tonight. Or is there a schedule for your AU to roll out?

The next one will be along tomorrow for sure! Probably sometime between 3 and 5 PST 😊

There’s no real posting schedule, but right now it seems to be Wednesday/Thursday and Sunday!

OOC notice!

Starting tomorrow, I’m going to be moving to another apartment. That means I might have trouble posting for the next few days, as I need to get all my stuff set up, have to switch internet services because my current one doesn’t get service in the new place, etc.

I’ll do my best to reply to things at least once a day on mobile anyway, but please bear with me if I can’t! I expect the situation to normalize in a week tops, probably less than that!

Wait…..*looks again* whut

When did this happen???!!
Honestly I am pure trash whut T^T
But TYTYTYTYTY omg I am so grateful x.x
I never thought I would get past 10 tbh and now look at it
Uhmm I should do something special shouldn’t I? xD
I could finish that google translate reads of ons? I have some free time now that I’ve finished most of my assignments for this term unless one or three of my teachers decide we need more :v I might also be able to do some small rp threads until my next assessment ^-^

Still can’t believe I’ve hit 100 in less than two months tho o.O

Mun must sleep now so I can probably do rp’s tomorrow after school ^-^

this post is funnily enough my 100th too owow

[Mun here! I’m about to go on ski holidays for a week - I’m going tomorrow and come back next Saturday night. One week with no posting. I won’t have access to my laptop but you will probably find me roaming on my mobile - liking or asking things. 

BUT! since I just finished a short bio page for Astra, you can actually send questions or a message to start a thread~ here THE PAGE (just hover over the circles and you can some information about her). 

Another thing ! In a bit I will post a new starter post since I noticed new followers. It can be for a plot or any other thing (just precise it). Feel free to ask anything that can help you !]