the past is a strange place

The Denny’s rule book: A simple guide

Denny’s is your local, friendly diner open 24 hours a day every day of the year. A place to relax and enjoy a breakfast at any hour, a fulfilling lunch or delicious dinner. All are welcome at Denny’s, and it’s your safest location, provided you follow this very simple guide for the nightly hours.

  1. Never close your eyes in a Denny’s parking lot. 
  2. Walk calmly to the door; you will hear sounds. Do not look behind you.
  3. Always make sure the door closes behind you, unless it was already open when you arrived, in which case do not touch the door.
  4. Never sit at the table farthest from the front door. Your server will sometimes try to seat you there. Politely refuse and ask for another table.
  5. If you see a table with two salt-shakers, walk past it; that table is taken. Sit at the table directly across from it instead. 
  6. Eat your pancakes. Box any leftovers; it would be a shame to waste food. It might attract something.
  7. Do not, under any circumstance, look into the eyes of your own reflection in the bathroom.
  8. If your server’s eyes turn black, do not panic; order a coffee with extra cream. Do not ask for a refill. Do not stare.
  9. Think you recognize someone who just walked in? Best to ignore it. It’s probably not what it seems. They will proceed to sit at the table farthest from the door.
  10. If you are walking past a Denny’s and you see yourself sitting in the corner booth through the window, keep walking. Do not eat at Denny’s that night.
  11. Did you tip? You better double check. It’s only polite to leave a tip.
  12. Do not ask questions. They will Notice.

Your local Denny’s is the perfect place for a delicious meal at all hours of the day. Hope you enjoy your next visit to any Denny’s Diner!

anonymous asked:

Omg ??// those time travel fics are so good ??/ would you happen to have more recommendations?

Hi! I have gotten so many requests to update my list, but there are so many I’m just going to make a whole ’nother list! You can find my first list here!

Time Travel AU (Part 2)

Standard Deviations by JustBeHappy, Teen, 82k
Victor knew something was wrong when he woke up. Firstly, Yuuri wasn’t by his side in bed. Secondly, the wallpapers weren’t supposed to be blue. LOVE!

News Travels Fast by TheSecretUchiha, Gen, 1.3k
In which time travel happened but there is no mention of time travel and Viktor and Yuuri like to surprise people, especially reporters. THIS IS SO GOOD

Turn Back the Clock by IronScript, Teen, 52k (WIP)
When Yuuri and Viktor wake up over thirty years in the past, they don’t know what to do. Does the other remember? Luckily that particular question is quickly answered and they can relax slightly, but what about afterwards? Viktor was brought back to right before his first Olympics, and Yuuri isn’t even old enough to compete in Seniors’! Great fic!

The Switch by BoredPerson69, Teen, 5.3k
The Switch was a true mystery to science. Nobody knew how or why it happened, it just did. Soulmate AU!

Katsuki Yuuri Solemnly Swears That Time-Travel/Alternate Universe Bullshit Did Not Happen With The Intent to Piss Off Yuri Plisetsky by Eldestmiddle, Teen, 20k (WIP)
When Yuuri wakes up, a sweet-faced twelve-year-old, he bursts into tears and his mother calls him in sick to school. He spends a day in bed, crying and pinching himself until he can really believe that he’s really doing all this over again. Then he starts laughing because he’s really doing all this over again. It feels like it should be easier but when he tallies up, the losses are almost too much to bear. WOW!

Maelstrom by feelslikefire, Explicit, 43k
Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport–right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes. Time loop AU! One of my all-time favourite fics!

And I Will Try to Fix You by Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom), Teen, 19k
16 year old Victor Nikiforov may be lonely, but he isn’t sure how getting thrust into the future to live with his older self and his older self’s fiancé is going to help anything. Oh, and the 16 year old version of his older self’s fiancé is there, too. Thumbs up!

of whispering lights and empty ice rinks by nauti, Gen, 12k
One would think that everything would calm down after Yuuri won the Onsen on Ice event. It was supposed to be his year; he was going to be training with his long time idol turned coach and he was back in Japan with his family. Everything was looking up for Katsuki Yuuri. That is, until a stranger that looks exactly like him, but older appears in the middle of the rink after a bright flash of light. SUCH a great fic!

counterclockwise by viktyuuri (Empress_Arisu), Teen, 4.9k (WIP)
Life after retirement, Yuuri thinks, is quite a nice change of pace. Although, not so much when he finds himself thrust back into the past. In which married husbands Viktor and Yuuri somehow end up 5 years in the past without knowing how or why. I love Victor in this asjhdlsjflk

Those Second Thoughts You Asked For by akisazame, Teen, 7.1k
The first time Victor skips backwards in time, he is fourteen years old. Highly recommend!

a great desire to love by lily_winterwood, Teen, 21k
For some strange, inexplicable, fantastic reason, Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are trading places.  THE GREATEST Kimi no Na wa AU!!!!

it’s not a side effect of the champagne, i am thinking it must be love by lostincostco, Teen, 2.5k
Somehow, Yuuri gets the distinct feeling he’s being punished for something. LOL I LOVE THIS

Future Self by fishydip, Gen, 5.2k
Soulmates AU where one day, at random you wake up in your own body, except in the future after you have already met and fallen in love with your soulmate. you get a random amount of time to spend as your future self to learn more about them. Another great soulmate/time travel AU!

Stammi Vicino by Mairieux, Teen, 2.5k
Katsuki Yuuri, unable to sleep due to being wracked with nerves and anxiety, finally passes out in his hotel room the night before his first grand prix final. And when he wakes up? He has no idea why he’s suddenly sleeping so close to a mop of silver hair. So cute!

A Minute or a Year by I_have_problems, Teen, 8.7k (WIP)
One minute Yuuri and Viktor are enjoying their offseason while planning their wedding the next both of them are thrown three years into the past and are left to find one another again. Angsty but worth it!!

Tiger Stripes and Smartphones by vivi1138, Teen, 24k
In the glorious year 2004, the famous Victor Nikiforov owns a Nokia3510 and is very proud to be the only one at school who got rid of his monochrome mobile phone. So, where is his precious device when he wakes up in an unfamiliar room and finds an expensive smartphone filled with pictures of someone who looks exactly like him… but older? Rec’d by a follower!

The gif was created by @omgdango !

The signs as emotions we feel but can't explain

Aries: Kuebiko - A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Taurus: Jouska - A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Gemini: Kenopsia - The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Cancer: Mauerbauertraurigkeit - The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Leo: Liberosis - The desire to care less about things.

Virgo: Vellichor - The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Libra: Énouement - The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Scorpio: Nodus Tollens - The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Sagittarius: Lachesism - the desire to be struck by disaster—to survive a plane crash, to lose everything in a fire.

Capricorn: Monachopsis - The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Aquarius: Anecdoche - A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening.

Pisces: Onism - The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

lavender hues (m)

fantasy au (reposted)

pairing: jimin | reader
genre: angst and fluff
word count: 13.094
warnings: sexual content 
author’s note: previously named ‘if these wings could fly’ in my old blog. I’m just reposting it with a new name. :)

Beauty. If someone asked you to define it, your mouth would probably go dry and your heart would flutter yearningly, freezing as the words turn heavy in your mind and dissolve in the tip of your tongue.

Beauty is short-lived but ubiquitous, a transparent but shimmering liquid running in rivulets through hidden alleyways and veiled landscapes that the eyes don’t notice unless they look twice. Beauty is found in the unexpected, in the withheld words of the timid poets, in longing stares and authentic, carefree laughs. Beauty is found in what the eyes can see, in what the ears can hear, in the deep reverie of the colorful minds and in the dreams held close to the heart.

Beauty is fleeting and you’re unable to grasp it. All your life you’ve chased it, extended your hands towards it, longed to touch it with your fingertips. But your steps are slow and your hands are ungifted, and you can only imagine what it would be like to create beauty, to have the hands of those that are able to reflect love and joy and pain in books and paintings.

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My guys, my dudes. I don’t think we talk enough about Russel before Gorillaz.

‘Cause like? He was about 17 and he was going to a good private school and his future was looking pretty bright when suddenly a demon who’s been possessing his body for who-knows-how-long takes over completely and destroys his high school, mauling his classmates and getting him expelled, not to mention putting him in a coma for four years. Then finally the demon is exorcised from his body and he goes to a new high school to finish his education and he makes great new friends who introduce him to his life-long passion, only for all of that to be ruined by a drive-by shooting which kills all of his friends right in front of him, and on top of that the spirits of his newly dead friends all possess him. His parents, understandably freaked, send him to a totally different country to try and keep him safe and he never finishes his formal education and at 22 he’s living alone in a strange place, haunted metaphorically and physically by his past. And then who should walk into his life but Murdoc Niccals?

I think we should talk more about how having such a formative period in your life go so fucking pear-shaped could fuck a person up. I really think we should.

the past is a strange place

cops on bikes used to transport criminals like this

this guy worked as an alarm for waking people up

one wheel motorcycle

pin-boys who manually lined pins up

baby cage for families who wanted their kids to get enough sunlight

zoo-keeper showering a penguin

Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 1

Originally posted by callmeminseok

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (Part 1/6)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 5,972

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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I was thinking of immortality, and reincarnation… and viktuuri

Continuation here


Viktor gracefully weaves through the crowd, his sole focus the crop of black hair that pauses just ahead. He skids to a stop, very nearly slamming right into him as he turns to blink in his confusion. 

“Uh…” Yuuri glances around the crowd surrounding them. He lifts a hand, turning a pointed finger toward his chest. “Yes? Was it… were you shouting to me?" 

"Of course!” Viktor claps Yuuri on the shoulder, pointedly ignoring the way it makes him jump and lean away. “I’ve finally found you!" 

"Found me?” Yuuri wipes his hands on his pants, his eyes darting every which way. “I’m really thinking you might have the wrong person. How do you know my name? We… I don’t think we’ve met." 

"Oh, we have,” Viktor assures him with a smile. He expects this, ignores the painful way his heart clenches as he sticks out a hand. “And if you’ve forgotten, well… I’ll reintroduce myself. Viktor Nikiforov." When Yuuri hesitantly extends his hand, Viktor snatches it and brings it to his lips. "Yuuri Katsuki, it’s a pleasure to remake your acquaintance." 

As he drops Yuuri’s hand, his own instinctively rises, extending toward Yuuri’s cheek. The desire to brush his fingers over the smooth, flushed skin is so overwhelming that Viktor nearly gives in. Until he remembers his place and his hand falls back to his side. 

"Viktor Niki…” Yuuri stares at him, rubbing a hand across his chin in thought. “That name… isn’t that the name of a famous figure skater from a long time ago?" 

Viktor’s lips twitch, his heart racing at the thought that maybe, just maybe he’ll figure it out. 

"Your parents must’ve been big fans." 

"Ah,” Viktor chuckles, smiling past the pain he won’t allow himself to acknowledge. “Yes, very big fans. Yuuri?" 

Yuuri blinks. "I’m… it’s strange when you call my name. I’m still pretty sure you’re looking for someone else." 

"I’m only ever looking for you,” Viktor replies softly, taking Yuuri’s hand and guiding him away from the crowd. He hears Yuuri spluttering his confusion behind him and whips around to ask, “Do you skate?" 

"Do I–?” Yuuri’s eyes widen. “Ice skate, you mean? Oh no,” He shakes his head, rubbing his nape with a shaky laugh. “If only I could. I’m not nearly coordinated enough. I mean, I can’t even step on the ice without falling on my– well, you get what I mean. I just–”

Viktor tightens his grip on Yuuri’s hand. “What do you do, Yuuri?” He leans closer. “What is your passion?" 

"My passion? My…” Yuuri turns his face away from the intensity of Viktor’s stare, watching the people pass by. “I want to be a composer. I’ve been trying to find the right theme for my music. Something that will astonish everyone, make everyone feel something." 

Viktor feels his heart skip a beat. Music… of course. Yuuri has always had an innate ability to create music, one way or another. He watches as Yuuri’s eyes sparkle with the same determination Viktor was familiar with in another lifetime. 

"You’re still so beautiful, it’s disarming,” Viktor breathes aloud, the reality of it all hitting him at once. Yuuri stands in front of him. The same Yuuri. His Yuuri. He may not know it yet, not know what he means to Viktor, but he will. 

Yuuri’s face turns a bright red and he immediately tries to pull his hand away, stammering unintelligible words in a manner that’s more endearing to Viktor than it had ever been before. 

Because he’s missed it. 

“Love,” Viktor finally cuts through Yuuri’s rambling. “Your theme should be love." 

Yuuri falls silent, finally lifting his head to meet Viktor’s intense gaze head on. The recognition sparks in his eyes, if only for a moment, and Yuuri draws in a sharp, soft breath of realization. 

"Love…” he repeats. Viktor feels Yuuri’s grip tighten. “Thank you so much, Viktor” A brilliant smile breaks across his face. “Love is… that’s it. That’s what I’m looking for." 

Viktor smiles back. Me too.

Things that Marvel needs to do in my opinion,

even if it’s not possible:

  • Black Widow movie. Either with Hawkeye (Budapest) or about hunting the Winter Soldier in the past. It can be a short movie, like half an hour to at least TELL US WHAT HAPPENED IN BUDAPEST. It’s been 4 years!
  • More movies with badass female leads. (I’m so thrilled for Captain Marvel).
  • No more whitewashing. I love Marvel but they honestly need to cast the right actors/actresses. Well at least as good as they can.  
  • Make their villains ‘better’. Loki and Wilson Fisk are the only villains who had enough backstory. They need to focuse more on the villains, not only on the hero’s.
  • Peter Quill meeting his grandpa if he’s still alive. 
  • Peter Quill visiting earth before Infinity War.
  • Peter Quills’s dad showed.
  • One last season of Agent Carter. There are questions left unanswered!
  • Loki, Wanda Maximoff and Doctor Strange meeting and having an awesome fighting scene. Either them fighting together and against each other. 
  • Doctor Strange, Tony Stark, Hank Pym and Bruce Banner having a conversation about clever-stuff. And maybe including Fitz-Simmons.
  • Coulson catching up with the avengers and Steve Rogers beeing happy that his greatest fan is alive. 
  • Happy comes back as Tony’s friend. 
  • Scott Lang and Steve Rogers having more conversations. 
  • May and Natasha and Gamora (and Jessica Jones) fighting together.
  • Peter Parker being friends with Wanda Maximoff because they are ‘the younglings’ and still kids. 
  • Daredevil and Captain America fighting together (I don’t know. I kinda want them together on screen).
  • Loki facing Thanos.
  • Loki staying alive. 
  • Loki showing off his tricks and fighting skills. 
  • Tony and Pepper getting back together.  
  • Steve/Bucky flashbacks.
  • Domestic!Steve Rogers and him being angry at the prices. 
  • Female Frost Giants (How do they even look like?).
  • Loki meeting his real mom.
  • Thor telling Odin that Odin was a bad parent and Loki being surprised about what his brother said. 
  • Loki accepting that Thor is his ‘brother’, but still being salty about everything. Him still doing mischief and staying true to himself but with less selfhate. 
  • Flashback of Thor and Loki’s childhood. With Frigga in it. And the Warriors three and Lady Sif.
  • The warriors three and Lady Sif helping Thor in Infinity War.
  • Steve wanting to use the time stone to travel back into the past to live with Peggy. 
  • Instead of dying in infinity war, Steve leaves the 21th century after infinity war and lives with Peggy. He’s never Captain America again and no one knows he’s alive. Bucky taking his place or Bucky coming with him.
  • The other Nine Realms being showed.
  • Peter Maximoff coming back to life just because. 
  • Luke Cage meeting Rhodey and Sam Wilson. 
  • Luke Cage and Jessica Jones getting back together.
  • Wanda keeping the Aether safe while Vision has the mind stone and Doctor Strange has the time stone.  
  • Stan Lee having many cameos because I love this man so much. 
  • Darcy and Doctor Selvig just being there.
  • Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff having a thing or breaking up for good. 
  • Clint Barton surviving everything because he’s a family man and his death would kill me. 
  • The inhumans fighting in Infinity War.
  • Baby Groot kicking ass.
  • Tony getting drunk with Rocket. 
  • The avengers visiting Asgard. 
  • Doctor Strange showing us different dimensions.
  • Original Wasp being found in a different dimension. 
  • Bucky Barnes leading with Steve (as best friends or lovers, you decide) a normal life after all the Thanos stress.
  • Avengers and X-men universe melt together or they meet. That’d be awesome.
  • Deadpool, Spiderman and Daredevil in one room.
  • Much more information about the Infinity Stones. 

Did I forget something? 

Three SERIOUSLY UNDERRATED Movies I just watched recently:

1. Strange Magic

Originally posted by magically-strange

A work by freaking Lucasfilm/George Lucas himself!

Did not expect it to be a musical, very much cringe worthy—but once you look past that, this movie has stunningly beautiful animation! 

Not to mention the plot is actually kind of interesting. THIS coming from the same man who brought us STAR WARS and we know how well those relationships work out half of the time *cough* Anidala *cough*—but it is a movie ENTIRELY about LOVE! I kid you not. 

Though a few places are indeed very very much a cringe, other parts have me squealing like a fangirl! I wish I would have heard about it sooner!   

2. Epic

Originally posted by zombie-chaser

So I guess 2013-2014 were just the years to have stunning visual animation for forest-related characters, in movies that both basically flop in the box office.

Epic was a little slow at times, but it was funny, unique, and had a few very memorable characters! 

I will not lie to you, I am a sucker for ships, and Ronin and Queen Tara never cease to make my heart ache for a whole week after I watch this movie. T_T If you watch for nothing else, at least enjoy the beautiful visuals, A-list voice acting cast, and the FRICKING relationship between the Queen and the most badass guy in this whole movie!

3. Book of Life

Originally posted by waterinmychest

So, aside from slamming me with the crippling nostalgia of watching El Tigre on Nickelodeon as a kid, this movie is witty, gorgeous, and (again unfortunately) more of a musical than I typically look for. 

STILL! I cannot believe it took me THIS long to watch it! It was fun, exciting, and busted all sorts of chops for various people and stereotypes. 

Plus, the fandom for this movie is ridiculously awesome! Jorge R. Gutierrez is very open with the fans with his info/rumors of sequels, and the voice cast nearly killed me. Channing Tatum was one thing, but DIEGO LUNA is the main character!  We’re talking Cassian Andor with more than 5 lines of dialogue and a leading role! ❤ ❤ ❤

And let me tell you about La Muerte and Xibalba—the OTP I didn’t know existed or that I needed in my life—their personalities are so different from what I was expecting and I love everything this movie did to make me think vs what I saw. 

Plus it is produced by Guillermo Del Toro—I’ve been seeing his name so much recently—seriously, what does this guy not do!?

So those are the 3. This is just my opinions of things based on recent exposure to the films, and they aren’t the best movies I’ve ever seen by far, but they were enough to be exciting and they definitely deserve more love than they were given! —or at least more exposure so it didn’t take me this long to watch…

Sometimes you just want a nice, long novel-length (or thereabouts) STAR WARS fic to sink into, maybe you’re going on a long car ride or maybe you’re visiting family without regular internet or maybe you just want some kissing to happen in that novel-length fic! I mean, canon is amazing and wonderful, but sometimes you want to pick up something and have the undercurrents finally rise to the surface, so here are some of my favorite Obikin and Obianidala novel length fics!
(Last Updated: 2017.05.17)

wicked thing by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & ventress & dooku & ahsoka & cast, 97.3k wip
   There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this.
Ouroboros by bedlamsbard, obi-wan/anakin/padme & cast, time travel, 458k wip
   Considering that he had picked up what was probably a Sith artifact, promptly passed out in the middle of a war zone, and apparently woken up twenty years in the future with Obi-Wan having taken up residence in his head, Anakin thought he was entitled to have a few questions.
Seed by bell (bellaboo), obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme, NSFW, 44k
   When Anakin falls prey to a lethal poison, Obi-Wan has no choice but use all his resources to heal him– no matter how reluctant he is in administering the antidote.
Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & dooku & mace & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, time travel, 101.5k wip
   Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences.
Negotiation by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & bail & cast, NSFW, modern au, serial killer au, dark themes, dark!obi-wan, 73.7k wip
   Over a year ago, Coruscant Police Detective Anakin Skywalker vanished without a trace while hunting the prolific serial killer known within the media as “The Negotiator”.
flowers for a ghost by QueenWithABeeThrone, obi-wan/anakin & cast, modern au (sort of), 42.2k
   Anakin Skywalker’s had a rough go of it, from being imprisoned to losing his hand to remembering an entire past life. He’s only looking for a place to stay the night when he comes to Obi-wan’s doorstep.
The World Undone by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & maul & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 143.3k
   Anakin Skywalker, proud symbol of the strength and purity of the Jedi Order, is the target of a strange and handsome Sith named Obi-Wan, whose only goal seems to be pulling Skywalker down into the dark with him.
you knock me out, i fall apart by blackalien, obi-wan/anakin/padme & han/luke/leia & ahsoka & cast, 64.8k wip
   ( aka: the one where anakin was a sith lord for literally an hour, everyone is alive, and they’re actually happy )
World Come Undone by crazyundeadfairy, obi-wan/anakin (maybe?) & luke, 68.3k wip
   Unexpected things happen when ObiWan takes Luke to Tatooine.
Futurus (-a -um) by cadesama, obi-wan/anakin/padme & cast, time travel, 60.8k wip
   Cracked hyperdrive? No problem. Just hold it together with the Force. Time travel? Well. That could be a bigger problem.
Clarity by anecdotalist, obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme & cast, 73.7k wip
   Anakin’s jealousy leads to the start of something new between him and Obi-Wan and a lot of frank discussions about things they should have talked about but didn’t in canon.
White Rabbits by Butterfly, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia & han & cast, NSFW, time travel, 102.5k wip
   Through the Force, everything is connected. Anakin and Obi-Wan find this out first-hand.
The Reality of Change by midnight_vision, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka, time travel, 185.1k
   Padmé dies on Mustafar and wakes up in the past, about a year before everything falls apart. She’s determined to make sure none of it happens again, and with some help, she tries to expose Palpatine for what he really is. But even if Anakin and the Republic can be saved, that doesn’t mean life will be easy.
Sigh No More by edenwolfie, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & luke & leia & cast, 158.2k wip
   Anakin makes slightly better choices, Obi-Wan is a Mess™ and Padmé deserves none of this. AU from Mustafar onward with liberal manipulation of canon to culminate in some angsty, fluffy, domestic fix-it because we all deserve better.

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Becky blinked twice, leaned in a little, and focused. She could do this, she knew she could do this.

The screen wasn’t showing… anything, really. Or maybe it was. It was black, but a deep, inky black that almost seemed to ripple. Like faint light on an oil slick. Like a close-up view of a massive, sinuous creature sliding past.

There was a message in the darkness, Becky knew, and she had to find it.

If she could find it, she could save Julia. Her friend had been acting so strange lately - skipping classes, quitting her job, isolating herself from her friends. When Becky finally barged into Julia’s apartment, Julia hadn’t been there. Looked like she hadn’t been home in days.

So Becky tracked down the guy Julia’d been seeing. The one she’d met online, the one she’d talked about incessantly before suddenly vanishing. Becky went to his house - a shockingly palatial place, overlooking the ocean.

And he’d been there, and he’d invited Becky in, and he’d been charming and hospitable, and he’d given her a glass of wine…

And after that, things were blurry. He’d explained things, but Becky had found it hard to follow. Julia was there, somewhere. He’d done something to her. But he was willing to let her go - let them both go - if Becky could prove her mettle.

So he sat her down in front of the screen and told her to find the message hidden there.

She’d been sitting there now for a while. A few minutes, at least. Maybe a couple of hours. Possibly more than a day or two. It was hard to keep track, when the silky black darkness took up everything she could see. She blocked out everything else - she needed to watch it, needed to look ever deeper.

A voice, a man’s voice. Coming from somewhere next to her. She didn’t listen, didn’t pay attention. Had to watch the screen.

Someone took her hand. Becky let them lift it from her lap. It wasn’t important. She had to focus, stay focused on the screen, the darkness like ten thousand starless night skies laid over one another.

Something was pressed into her hand. Or her hand was pressed against something. She couldn’t tell. Whatever it was, it was warm, and firm, and familiar. Her hand wrapped around it, instinctively, and slowly slid up it. Then down. 

Up, and down, and up, Becky stroked. She didn’t think about it. It was an automatic reaction. As natural and involuntary as pupils dilating and constricting in response to light.

Becky imagined how her own pupils must look, staring into the darkness. Wide, wide, so wide and so dark. She imagined the blackness of the screen shimmering in her own eyes, and she shivered.

Just then, as her hand pumped mindlessly, a word flashed. On the screen, on her eyes, on her mind. It was less like words appearing on the screen, and more like the surface shifted, the notion embossing itself across her awareness.


“Obey,” Becky breathed through parted lips. Had she done it? Had she discovered the message?

“Very good,” a voice said next to her. “You’ve found one of the words.”

One of? Were there more? Becky kept staring, kept stroking. She felt the shape of the word she now carried in her mind, rising, expanding.

“Keep looking,” the voice said. The thing her hand twitched, throbbed. “There’s more to find. Plunge deeper.”

Becky opened her eyes wider, letting the blackness pour in. Plunge deeper, she thought. Obey, she thought. She let the screen fill her vision. She let it fill her mind. She let it fill her. She waited for the next part of the message.

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lRequest from @virginiaamy: Hey! Have you heard about Neal Gaiman’s Dark Sonnet? Maybe you could write something about Jug x reader reflecting the sonnet? I hope it makes sense 😅 Your works are awesome! Keep goin’ :)

Thank you so much friend! This one’s a bit small but I like it like that :) I kind of made it more in that they’re reflecting ON the sonnet but at the same time they’re realising that what they have is similar. Hope it was okay lovely <3

Words: 1,198

Warnings: Swearing - An almost make out/sort of make-out/who even knows

“I don’t think I’ve been in love as such,
Although I liked a few folk pretty well.
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch,
For brave men died and empires rose and fell
For love: girls followed boys to foreign lands
And men have followed women into Hell.
In plays and poems someone understands
There’s something makes us more than blood and bone
And more than biological demands.
For me, love’s like the wind, unseen, unknown.
I see the trees are bending where it’s been,
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown.
I really don’t know what “I love you” means,
I think it means “Don’t leave me here alone.” 

“Remind me why I’m here,” Jughead sighed, falling backwards onto your bed. You passed him a sheet of paper before sitting down on the edge of your bed, next to him.

“I’ve got English homework, and I have to identify the type of sonnet and write a paragraph on the structure and approach to love. I haven’t been paying attention in class whatsoever-” You began. Jughead chuckled at this, harmlessly rolling his eyes. You nudged him with a mock-scolding look.

“You need me to help you?” Jughead smiled, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his chest. You snuggled into him, burying your face in the emerald green sweater that he was wearing. It was your favourite of his many sweaters, as it was the most “cuddle-worthy”. He would always wear it if he knew he was coming round to yours after school.

The two of you had only been dating a few months, but you’d been long term friends before hand so the two of you were completely comfortable around each other and nearly spent every waking moment together. 

“Well you know, you’re great at English! Besides, you’re a novel writer and shit so you know what to do… right?” You looked at him pleadingly. Your mind had been a blank canvas over the past couple of days, and you couldn’t put the deep thoughts at the back of your brain onto paper. The deadline for the assignment was nearing and all you had managed to write was the date.

“Neil Gaiman. How mean of your teacher, he’s kind of a rule bender when it comes to types of sonnets,” Jughead’s eyebrows were furrowed, like they always were when he was deeply focused on something. His nose would scrunch up occasionally too, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how cute he looked. “I’d say a variation of Petrarchan sonnet,” He concluded, and you raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t know you were an expert in romantic poetry,” You teased and he rolled his eyes again.

“I’m not, I just pay attention in class,” He scoffed and you playfully punched him. He feigned hurt and you burst into a fit of dorky giggles. He grinned at your laughter, watching your radiant features scrunch up. He adored you.

After a moment of comfortable silence, you realised that the assignment wasn’t finished just yet.

“Love,” You sighed, picking out a neon pink highlighter and circling the word several times. Jughead was staring at your bedsheets, his mind elsewhere, clearly having one of those “deep thoughts” moments. You were about to ask him for more expertise opinions when he suddenly looked up, staring you dead in the eye.

“I don’t think I’ve ever loved before, at least, not in the way most people define love.” 

You nodded slowly. You could understand this and although you might see things in a different light, you respected the way Jughead looked at everything. That understanding was why your relationship was so strong, in both friendship and budding romance.

“At least, not truly yet,” He continued and you blushed. “People interpret love as peaceful and pure. A symbol of innocence and light. That’s just the top layer though, the disguise covering the undercoats. Love can be chaotic and ruinous. It can bring us sadness more than it brings us joy. Just look at what happened to Betty when she got rejected by Archie. It destroyed her and frankly their friendship hasn’t been the same since,” He laid down, staring up at your ceiling as he continued with his rant. You pulled his head into your lap, taking off his beanie and affectionately stroking his hair, gesturing encouragingly for him to continue.

“Or look at what happened to my parents,” He whispered dejectedly and you bit your lip. You knew that Jughead’s family was a sensitive subject. You bent down, placing a gentle kiss on the boys head. He sighed with content, closing his eyes before speaking out again.

“I just can’t- I don’t… I don’t want that to happen to us,” He choked out. You shook your head, a stray tear from your eye falling down and creating a salty splatter on Jughead’s cheek.

“Well shit, that was deep,” You tried to laugh it off, blinking back any more tears. Jughead smiled up at you before sitting up and taking your hands, rubbing them with his thumbs, soothingly.

“What about you?” He asked and your eyes widened. “What’s your interpretation of love?” He seemed genuinely curious and you took a deep breath, pausing to think for a moment.

“To me, love is something more than a biological demand. When I’m with you it’s just… special. I’ve had boyfriends in the past before and their presence was nothing like yours. Love can’t be touched, but it can be felt. It leaves permanent marks on you. Some of those marks are blessings and others are ugly scars. Love is just weird… it’s abstract and strange. You can’t define it in a dictionary. It’s just a special connection, which sounds cliche and dumb but… oh heck what do I know,” You felt subconscious over Jughead’s intense gaze and stared to the ground. 

He gently tilted your chin up with his fingers so you were staring into his bright, doting eyes, before placing a supple kiss on your lips. This connection was what you meant. It wasn’t fireworks, it wasn’t butterflies, it was indescribable. The kiss quickly grew ardent and lustful as you desperately clasped his cheeks, aching just to be closer to him as he sensually rubbed your thighs. As you pulled apart for air, your foreheads touched and your heavy breaths mingled.

“One more thing… the most important thing about love,” You whispered. Jughead nodded, but neither of you moved from your close and intimate position.

“I think love is a cry for companionship, something to save us from loneliness. Someone who you desire just to sit there and be there for you, as a friend. Someone who is there for you when you feel isolated. A desire for love is a desire for that special, loyal someone at your side,” You finished. The two of you let out a breathy laugh, smiling brightly as you slowly leaned back, but not too far. Jughead reached to pick his beanie up, securing it on his head. He looked off into the distance again as if pondering something before turning back to you with a smirk gracing his features.

“Like us?” 

“Like us.”

I’m actually pretty darn proud of this one, this was cute!

Taglist: (this is a thing now, I have a huge taglist for Cinderella but I now have an all imagines taglist so hmu if you want to be on that!)

EVERYTHING: @mrsjugheadjonesthethird @jvghead-jones-iii 

JUGHEAD: @siaralovesgaming

RIVERDALE: @theselfishllama 

Tyler Joseph imagine- Anesthesia

You can still remember being eighteen years old and falling deeply in love with the sweet boy with the soft smile and crooked teeth. You remember literally bumping into him in the hallway one day at uni and you remember smiling because you recognized him, even if he didn’t recognize you.  You knew his name was Tyler and you knew you liked the sound of his laugh.  He didn’t apologize for nearly knocking you to the ground, but instead reciprocated your smile and replied with a gentle, “Hi.”  

Things hadn’t been the same since and the two of you had spent the past eight years head over heels in love.  That’s why it’s a bit strange when the doctor informs you that Tyler isn’t going to remember anything about you or the rest of his life for the next hour or so because of the anesthetic that they administered.

The reason that you both are at the hospital in the first place is because Tyler somehow neglected to mention that his side had been bothering him, until you literally found him on the kitchen floor, passed out with a spatula still in his hand.  

Thankfully he only had to get his appendix removed and he wasn’t too beat up from falling to the floor.  Still, you had shouted at him for a good ten minutes after he woke up.  You couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been and you continue to insist that he “should have told you” before hugging him tightly, despite the doctor’s orders to not disturb him.

It’s been several hours since, and you’re still sitting next to Tyler’s hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up. The nurses tell you that Tyler should be waking up any minute now, and when he does, you should make sure that he eats some food.

You’re so busy texting Josh an update on what’s going on, that you don’t even realize when Tyler wakes up. It’s not until you hear rustling and a heavy sigh that you’re startled.

Immediately you snap your head up and see Tyler trying feebly to pick up the water bottle he just dropped onto the floor. Without thinking about it, you reach over and grab Tyler by the wrist gently, stopping him. “Hi,” you say warmly.

Tyler turns to look at you then and you watch as he inhales sharply in surprise. You furrow your eyebrows at him, unsure why Tyler is giving you that look and you’re even further confused when Tyler breathes, “Wow.”

You blink at him, dropping his wrist. “What is it? Have I got something on my face?”

Tyler shakes his head really slowly and his expression is—of awe? It’s not a rare expression on Tyler’s face since he’s awed by even the simplest things, flowers, sunsets, birds on the lawn, but it’s very misplaced here in a hospital room after he’s just had surgery.

“No,” Tyler mumbles, eyes wide, he looks slightly crazed. You realize it must be the anesthetics making him loopy. “God, you’re so gorgeous.”

That startles a laugh out of you.  You cover your mouth with your hands in disbelief. “I’m what?”

“Gorgeous,” Tyler repeats very seriously.

You smile before you can help it and immediately start scrambling for your phone, turning the camera on and starting to record a video.  As if you’re going to let the world miss out on a hazy Tyler calling you gorgeous.

You’re then reminded of your current, instructed responsibilities and with your other hand, you pick a cracker up from the plastic plate that the nurses left behind. “Eat up, Ty.”

“I’ll do anything you want me to do,” Tyler replies with an earnest expression, taking the cracker from your hand.  You laugh again. “Just say the word.”

“That’s good to know, love, thank you,” you reply, patting Tyler’s free hand lightly before leaning back in your seat. “Are you feeling alright?”

Tyler doesn’t answer your question at first, too busy opening his mouth wide in attempt to fit the cracker in even though it’s completely unnecessary to open his mouth that wide. Then he turns to look at you again, cracker halfway to his mouth. “Who are you? What’s your name?”

You raise your eyebrows before remembering that Tyler doesn’t know who you are and most likely won’t for the next hour. “I’m Y/N,”you answer slowly, letting it sink in and watching as Tyler nods after a pause. “Now eat your cracker.”

“Okay,” he obliges before finally biting into the cracker. He makes a sour expression and you’re so glad that you thought to record this. After Tyler finishes chewing, he looks back at you. “Did the doctor send you?”

You shake your head, biting back a smile. “Not really, no.”

That seems to confuse Tyler who tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you the sexy doctor?”

Again you shake your head, this time unable to help a smile as you answer, “No,” before lightly patting Tyler’s hand again. “Come on Ty, you’ve got to eat.”

There’s a brief moment of silence before Tyler says, “But I’d rather eat you,” and you’re eyes widen before bursting out into a fit of laughter, nearly dropping your phone.

“You’re so horrible at pickup lines,” you say fondly once your laughter dies down.

Tyler pouts, muttering and grunting before blinking suddenly. “Still? Do we know each other? Really?  I know the most beautiful girl in the world?”

“I think ‘the most beautiful girl in the world’ might be exaggerating but yes, we know each other,” you confirm, once again patting Tyler’s hand as a reminder.

He seems to take the hint because he takes another small bite of the cracker before asking his next question of, “Can we go on a date?”

You sputter in disbelief because Tyler looks so incredibly earnest, eyes wide and lips parted hopefully. When you’re finally able to form a coherent sentence, you shake your head and replies, “No, I’m sorry, I’m afraid we can’t.”

“Oh,” Tyler breathes, frowning and then suddenly he’s taking your left hand is his own and staring at the ring on your fourth finger. “Are you married? That’s not fair. Why do the good ones always have to be married? You’re too gorgeous to be tied down.”

You stare down at your own ring and then briefly glance over, meeting Tyler’s eyes again. Ridiculously enough, you feel butterflies in your stomach when you nod. “Yes, I’m married,” you say quietly.

The look on Tyler’s face is incredibly sad as he sighs deeply and lets go of your hand. “They must be the luckiest person in the world.”

Deciding that you’ve let this go on long enough, you take a deep breath and lets out a watery chuckle as you mumble, “Not to sound full of myself but yeah, you kind of are.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink before Tyler gasps loudly and his mouth falls open. “I’m married to you? You’re kidding! No way! But you’re—you’re—there’s no way!” he exclaims in shock.

“I’m pretty positive,” you reply, still holding the camera as you pat his left hand where Tyler’s own ring is.  “Last I checked anyway.”

You’re dangerously close to a mixture of laughter and tears now as he watches Tyler do an incredulous double take. “Wow, I must really love you,” he says, his voice filled with awe. “That ring I got you is killer!”

Then Tyler proceeds to scrub a hand over his face and turn to face the ceiling. “How did I get so lucky? Is this real? Am I really married to the most perfect person in the world?” and then he turns to face you again. “How long? Do we have children?”

That makes you laugh again, despite how wet your eyes are because of course the first thing that comes to Tyler’s mind is kids. “It’s been a year and no, not yet but we’ve talked about it.”

Tyler’s voice grows dangerously high pitched as he replies, “Really?”

You nod before lightly pushing the cracker closer to Tyler’s mouth. “Eat first, ask later.”

That makes Tyler pout again and he shoves the entire thing in his mouth which you honestly should have expected from him.

Tyler seems to be genuinely surprised that they’re married and you find yourself thinking back to the first time Tyler told you that he wanted to marry you one day.

“Finished,” Tyler announces through a mouthful and you blink, remembering the situation at hand. “Can I see your face?”

“My face?” you repeat, curiously and Tyler nods, looking almost desperate.

Despite the odd request, you oblige and lean in and smile when you feel Tyler’s fingers tracing along your cheekbone. When his finger comes to trace your lips, he pauses and with an intrigued expression on his face, he asks, “Have we kissed?”

“Of course love, we’ve kissed,” you answer amusedly.

“Wow, I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he breathes out before he smiles hopefully at you. “Will you kiss me now?”

“Maybe later,” you reply, taking Tyler’s hand in your own. “Is that alright?”

Tyler makes a face before he narrows his eyes. “Do you promise to kiss me later?”

“I promise,” you assure him, linking your pinkies together.  Tyler seems content enough by this.

Then suddenly, his eyes light up and he squeezes your hand. “Since we really are married, can I say something? It might sound a little crazy,” he whispers, as if it’s some sort of secret that only you can be trusted to keep. Maybe it is.

“Of course,” you assure him, lowering your voice level to match Tyler’s. “What is it?”

He takes a quick glance around, clearly making sure they’re alone before he gestures for you to lean in closer. You raise an eyebrow but do it nonetheless, turning your head so Tyler can whisper in your ear.

“Don’t tell anyone but… I think I love you,” Tyler confides quietly and you have to take a moment to collect yourself by leaning away and taking a deep breath before you turn back to face Tyler with wet eyes.

“I think it might be mutual,” you murmur.  You finally set your phone down so that you can take one of Tyler’s hands in both of his. “I’m fairly positive we’ve discussed it.”

That makes Tyler beam brightly but it fades quickly as his eyes start to droop. You press a quick kiss to his cheek right before his eyes completely flutter shut and the last thing Tyler does before he falls asleep is squeeze your hands.

Hours later, when you show Tyler the video, surely enough he enforces the promise of a kiss that you made. He also pokes fun at you for being so emotional and you allow it, because it’s true.

In the end of it all, you think back and realize that Tyler was wrong, because he wasn’t the luckiest person in the world—you were because you had Tyler.

I was born on a child farm

by reddit user IamHowardMoxley

“There is no free will.”

Those are the first words I ever read. I woke to them every day for many years. They were written on a sign. The sign was hung above the opposite row of bunks in the Sleeping Barn. I have no memories from before the farm; I assumed I was born there.

None of the children there knew why we were here or where we came from…nobody even knew how long we had been at the farm. Some children aged. Some didn’t. I can’t remember much, but that’s what happens when you are not given too much to remember.

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AN: Here have some Damian love, since I don’t post about our smol bird enough. Also I worked Zatanna in, I’m so excited.

Prompt: For a request, how about Damian being left alone with his baby sister for the first time?

Requested by: @a-kattie-c96

Words: 1063

Damian would never admit it out loud, but in the back of his mind, buried way deep, where even the Martians couldn’t go, Damian admitted that he wasn’t good with change. He thrived on routine and order, and change messed that up. Locked down, even deeper than that, was the fact that he actually enjoyed being the youngest. Sure there were jokes about his height, but he knew that would change in time. And with how tall both his parents were, he knew he had nothing to worry about.

    This, however, was something to worry about. Pink and squishy, and too fragile for his own good, his new “sister” was a sitting duck to an array of things. Even more than that she had disrupted his family. His father hadn’t been on patrol in weeks, and his wife was constantly falling asleep in strange places. Not that he could blame the witch. The infant had kept them all up past what even they deemed a decent bedtime.

    In all honesty Damian had done his best to have little to do with her, and yet here he was; child-sitting. What made it even worse was that he was a last resort. Grayson and Drake were out on a mission, Father and the witch were at a charity ball, their first since before the intruder was born, and Todd was patrolling the streets. And here he was, sitting and staring at the infant.

    By the time seven o’clock rolled around he was certain that his entire family had made a much bigger deal out of this thing then they should have. She had been happily occupied in the swinging chair, sucking on her binky, and then the crying started. And on and on it went, until Damian was forced to admit that he needed help. And so he called in the only person he could.

    By the time they arrived Damian was ready to pull his hair out, or possibly cut off his ears. From the grin on John Kent’s face, he instantly regretted it. “Having a bit of trouble Damian?” Damian scowled. “Need a little help?”

    Damian was tempted to say yes, but at the thought the screaming just seemed to get louder until he finally yelled, “Yes. I need help just make it stop.”

    The smirk on John’s face would be something Damian would recall for the rest of his life, and he vowed to never give the boy the opportunity to make that face again.

    The next hour saw the child fed, burped, changed and bounced; but nothing Kent did seem to calm her down.

“Don’t you have one of these at home?” Damian yelled over the crying.

“Yes! But my mom is there, and she takes my little brother anytime he gets bad.”

Damian watched the boy bounce the infant for a bit, until John stuck his arms out, “You need to take her, the crying is too much for my ears.” Damian just stared at the boy, until he scowled and reluctantly took the infant into his arms.

John just winced and finally said, “I’ll be downstairs for a few minutes.” And just like that Damian was alone with the child again.

He tried to recall what Zatanna had done to calm the infant, but the screaming made it difficult. So Damian did what he always did in dire situations, he followed his instincts. Making sure her head was supported he began to rock her back and forth slowly, and then he began to sing.

It was an old lullaby that his mother had sung to him. A song she had used to get him to sleep, when his grandfather had been away. She had sung it softly, and close to his ear but it had been soothing.

And soon the crying stopped, until all that was left was his voice. He made sure to keep going until he finally sat down in the rocking chair. And as he finished the last verse, he took in the quiet of the room, and relaxed.

“You have a nice voice.”

Damian kept his eyes on the infant. She had a small smile on her face, and her hand kept reaching for air. “Both my parents can sing. My father is particularly good. I thought you went downstairs to escape the noise.”

John shrugged, “I could still hear it. Super hearing and all that. I got scared that something had happened.”

“The caterwauling just stopped.”

“Or she recognized she’s safe.”

Damian met his friends eyes, “Explain.”

John smiled, “You’ve spent the past two months writing me emails of complaints about her, I overheard our dads talking about you leaving the room anytime Ms. Zee came in, and you’ve been spending a lot of time at the station lately. You’ve had very little interaction with her, it’s safe to assume she didn’t feel safe with you.”

“Smart kid.”

John let out a sigh, “You’re an idiot. She’s your sister Damian. For someone so obsessed with blood, I figured you’d be all over her. Claiming she’s your sister and not your brothers’.”

    “That’s the problem. She’s blood. She’s not some orphan my father took in. She’s a legitimate child born to not only his wife but a woman my father loves.”

    John stared at his friend, “Doesn’t mean she’ll replace you Damian. If anything I think she’ll lean on you. Think of everything you could teach her, and do with her. Little siblings are ready made friends, at least that’s what my mom says.”

    “For a Pulitzer Prize winner your mother can say some stupid things sometimes.”

    John scowled and rolled his eyes, “And with that I say goodnight. I have my own banshee and family to get back to.”

    Damian said nothing, as his friend left. He simply stared down at his sister for a few moments before he began to lay down the rules, “If we’re going to make this sibling thing work we’re going to need to establish some things. First, I’m your favorite. We share blood, that’s a big thing. Second, don’t befriend a Kent, while reliable they’re often more trouble than they’re worth. Third, I’ll protect you from things until you’re three, then we start your training. After all, I’ll need a Robin someday. And no magic. We fight with our fists here, and you’re a Wayne so that includes you.”

Goth vs Mainstream Over 40 Years

So its always kind of bothered me a bit that some goths like to really dump on modern goth styles and trends when in retrospect, goth has always mirrored the mainstream in terms of fashion in some point or another. Right from the very beginning goth was borrowing from the mainstream and vice versa. So i thought that i would break down 4 decades of goth fashion and their comparisons to popular trends and mainstream fashion to show you that goth has never been as original as you might think and that change and evolution is inevitable in all subcultures that involve fashion.

Of course we all know goth came from punk so obviously from the very moment goth stood on its own two legs, it was already borrowing style inspiration from its punk roots, but it didnt stop there.

80′s style

The 80′s were known as a pretty outrageous time for fashion and with pop music dominating the radio and television it was understandable that pop stars were a huge influence when it came to fashion. Madonna was definitely one of the most influential fashion icons of the 80′s and though she was a pop princess on the radio, some of her style often dappled in the darker side of fashion. she often sported fishnet tops, black leather and religious symbols. much like Siouxsie Sioux. Leather, spandex, lace and pointy shoes were all trendy in the 80′s, but not just in goth, but much of the mainstream as well.  Makeup was often bold in color and almost geometric in shape. And of course who could forget that hair? Goths in the 80′s went all out when it came to their hairstyles  but they weren’t the only ones wasting a whole can of Aqua Net in one day on keeping their hair gravity defying. Almost everyone in the 80′s at some point has backcombed, teased or crimped their locks all in the name of bigger hair.

90′s Style

Of course not every trend that was popular in the 80′s died as soon as the 90′s rolled around, and a lot of goths were still wearing looks that were common in the 80′s but much of goth fashion was becoming less punk and more romantic during the mid to late 90′s. The 90′s brought with it, a strange obsession with the occult. Shows like charmed, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and movies like The Craft, began influencing certain fashion trends. Velvet dresses with combat boots became staples in both goth and mainstream fashion. 90′s hair became less styled and more free and many goth women began adopting the free flowing look that added to the mysterious seductress vibe. Makeup became less geometric. It was popular at the time for women to go linerless or wear darker more natural tones in a smudged fashion around their eyes.  young goths were ditching the pointy shoes to go with the more popular platform style that the 90′s was known for.

2000′s Style

I think most of us can agree that the 2000′s had some really hit or miss trends in both goth and mainstream fashion and I can comfortably say that the 2000′s is seen as a rather embarrassing decade by many goths now. This was the time that a lot of misinformed young people were flocking to Manson concerts and Hot Topic and were eating up everything that they thought was goth whether it was or not. Many of the so called “goths” you saw on TV in the 2000′s were what we today consider mall goths. Mainstream fashion was really all over the place in the 2000′s and i think goth fashion was too. Pop stars were experimenting with strange color and style combinations and goths started experimenting with neon. Rave fashion had evolved and trickled over from the 90′s into 2000′s mainstream fashion and into goth as well in what is call cyber goth. In the 2000′s baggy pants became popular with young people and goths began sporting Tripp pants and other forms of cargo pants. Skater fashion clashed with the mainstream as well as with goth and you would often see goth teens wearing Avrils signature eye look paired with a fishnet top and black baggy pants. Stripped stockings became popular and high fashion was borrowing  from goth more than ever. Thankfully romantic goth survived well enough that not every goth looked like a cross between a spice girl, a raver and a character from Invader Zim, but unfortunately there were a lot of misguided youths experimenting with a subculture that they didnt know enough about and with how many strange trends we blew through in the 2000′s its understandable why goth fashion was so all over the place.

2010′s Style

And suddenly we are stuck in this strange place between the 80′s and 90′s. Mainstream fashion in the past 7 years has really borrowed a lot from the past, especially the 90′s. But this time, its doing it in a simpler, more flattering fashion. The 90′s was cool right? Well if you’re a 90′s kid like me then you probably jumped right on that 90′s revival train like the rest of us and you’re riding it all the way through nostalgia town. Grungy ripped jeans, flannel and band Ts, chunky boots and tattoo chokers are all back in style and many goths are eating it up as well. But im going to give nu goth some credit here. Some of it is really nice. Black leather jackets, velvet, occult symbols and fishnets. Its almost like its paying an homage to 80′s and 90′s goth fashion. Of course a lot of nu goth style in 2010 was really ugly garbage but the style has improved over the years, encompassing other styles such as strega fashion and ninja goth. Witchy symbols are being worn by goths and mainstreamers alike. Long band T shirts over leggings and wide brimmed hats are everywhere. Shows like American Horror Story helped kick start the witchy fashion trend and everyone is buying it. I personally enjoy a lot of aspects of modern goth fashion because they remind me of the 80′s and 90′s. Even pointy shoes are coming back into style. Its possible that with the help of nu goth and mainstream fashion we may actually be able to kickstart a new generation of traditional goths and finally come full circle.

So goth has never really been original and just like every other fashion, its going to keep evolving over time and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Now that leather jackets and pointy buckle boots are coming back into style and more people are asking who Joy Division is after seeing one of their shirts hanging up in Forever 21, we are now closer to our goth roots than we have been in 2 decades. Goth fashion was always about experimenting and expressing yourself but even the best of us have fallen prey to trends, and thats not a bad thing. Fashion is something to have fun with, and if goth really does claim to be a subculture thats “all about the music” then it shouldnt matter how a goth dresses.

anonymous asked:

to kind of go off the break up post, could you write headcanons for the rfa + v and saeran who had their heart broken fairly recently by their ex, but they meet mc and she helps them get over their exes and heal their wounds ??

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- It was so hard for him to trust anyone, let alone women.

- All the women he knew now were just wanting him for his money. Maybe a few for his looks, but nothing for him. They never tried to get to know him, just assumed from rumors or press.

- He didn’t want them to know him.

- He hated having lunch with his father when a new woman was hanging around with him. Kissing in front of him, saying weirdly flirtatious things that should just be reserved for his father, if anyone.

- He hated, hated, hated, when his father left the women with him while he went somewhere else for a moment. His blood would freeze, his heart would threaten to burst out of his damn chest as he waited for what they would say, what they would do.

- Gross comment about his single life, once or twice an inappropriate pass. If they tried touching him he was gone, running home like a scared child.

-He’d lock himself in his penthouse, his bedroom, struggling to calm down with Elizabeth 3rd in his arms.

- The women were worse when he was a child, and he never understood that. Never understood why the memories would attack him so harshly each time his father had a new girlfriend. 

- Was he scared? Scared of the women trying to advance sexually towards him? But he was an adult, he could say no.

- When you started showing affection towards him, he was scared. He was so scared. He would never admit it. He wasn’t supposed to have such feelings. That’s what everyone had told him as he grew up.

- But you prompted him to share emotions, just like Rika did.

- Rika who teased him with relationship possibilities, who teased treating him right.

- Rika, who nearly drove him and his best friend away from each other with her sneakiness.

- As far as he knew, V never found out about the way she mused her and Jumin being together. But he was so scared V somehow resented him for her musings. 

- He didn’t want to lose the only friend he had. He didn’t want you to mess up his life, to give him more nightmares and threads.

- But you were so much kinder. More willing to listen, more willing to let him work through his emotions rather than forcing him to show them. He didn’t know how, but he was slowly losing his threads.

- When the two of you officially got together, about a month later, he finally opened up about what happened to him. When you cried, but still did your best supporting him and offering any way to help, that’s when he knew he never had to be scared of you.


- He could be anyone. Knight in shining armour? Badass punk? He could and would do it. Playing the big brother to make a friend happy? Playing the romantic fool to get the girl?

- He’s done it, and he would do it again.

- He grew up being told how he wasn’t good enough, how he would never be good enough. Since he was blessed with the skill of acting, why not use that to his advantage?

- Had he used his skill for romance? Certainly. To woo a certain girl or two? Yep.

- But each relationship would always fail, always, because he would end up heartbroken when they saw through the ruse.

- Saw how pathetic he was.

- No one could love him for himself. Not his fans, not Jaehee, not anyone.

- So when you started flirting back with him, he was scared and excited. So excited because he would finally be given the attention he craved so much, the sweetness he wanted to hoard to himself.

- But scared because he knew you would leave him once he couldn’t keep the rude up forever.

- He thought you were attach him to certain roles he did, expect him to act like ___ from the ____ play. 

- But you never watched his stuff? He was a little offended but…He was still excited. Did this mean he didn’t have to act for you?

- He didn’t count on it. But when you met him and kept asking about his past, about himself, and not his career, he was just…So happy. He kept it hidden, and kept it safe, but he was so happy.

- As the relationship progressed, and you started becoming close to him for who he really was, he just couldn’t describe how thankful he was to have met someone like you.

- Someone who could appreciate him for himself, to make him feel less pathetic, less disgusting.

- Without any acting, he was finally good enough for someone. He didn’t care if it was just one person, as long as that person was you.


- Romance was difficult.

- She didn’t have the time, the emotional range half the time. She couldn’t waste her energy on it.

- Since her parents left, she was constantly having to prove herself, take care of herself, be the best that she could be to be able to support herself.

- The first time someone confessed to her, she had no idea what do to other than thank them. It never progressed further than that.

- But after some mocking, the next time someone confessed she accepted it.

- Usually couples were able to support each other, right? They were able to help each other and be there emotionally, right?

- How come she could never open up to any of them? Share her feelings, the depression eating her up inside, the constant weight she had on her shoulders. Why was it so difficult?

- Her first relationship was a failure. The second was only slightly better.

- They were older, able to explore the more adult sides of a relationship. But she never would expect she would be taken advantage of sexually, rather than emotionally.

- She was just…bland. There were others so much better looking than her. She didn’t understand how she was just being used as some plaything.

- That relationship didn’t last long. Long enough to leave scars, but not long enough to make new ones.

- When you came along, started supporting her, she was so conflicted. You were so much nicer than everyone else, so much kinder, willing to talk to her about her interests rather than blow them away.

- You were wanting to be friends?

- But her emotions felt deeper than friendship. She couldn’t place them, she didn’t know how to because she didn’t want to compare her feelings to her past failed relationships.

- One night after the two of you had closed down the shop one night, you both had a strange very late discussion. For some reason the early hours of the morning made her open up more.

- For some reason she mentioned her past relationships.

- When you hugged her and kissed her cheek, explaining none of it was her fault, she cried for the first time in years.


- He never counted the first girl he had been with as his girlfriend, and luckily no one ever found out about it.

- It was just some girl on the same sever as him. They ended up privately talking and they found out they went to the same school.

- It didn’t take long for them to find each other, start trying to hang out, start becoming closer.

- But it was going so fast. He wasn’t ready like she was, he wasn’t ready for something so serious; not when he wasn’t even sure of his own feelings.

- The casual hangouts turned into her flirting with him, belittling him for not having a lot of experience, egging him on to try to be flirtatious with her.

- And if he tried she would just always laugh at him.

- Somehow, he didn’t even know how, but he started having feelings for her. But he couldn’t place it as love, or lust, just wanting to prove himself, prove that he wasn’t such a child like she insisted.

- One night she promised a relationship. He didn’t know how to react, but she reacted for him, dragging him into a make-out.

- She was gross, so so gross. Saliva was everywhere, she wouldn’t stop rubbing against him, and he just couldn’t think right.

- Wasn’t it supposed to feel better? Wasn’t he supposed to be happy.

- The day after she tossed him aside, and he never spoke about her. Acted like that never happened. He didn’t want to remember it.

- When you started showing feelings towards him, he was so excited! You were a good person, you were almost like Rika! Not selfish like that one girl.

- But he was so scared, so nervous. The last time he jumped into his emotions, he ended up getting so hurt.

- The first night the two of you were alone, he was so scared. He was so scared of hormones and the strained teasing of heavy petting. He didn’t want to think of her, but he couldn’t help it.

- But you didn’t try to take advantage of him. You just wanted to hug, innocently cuddle, dote on him and try to help take care of him.

- You were so warm and kind, so calming. It was so hard letting you go back home that night, but he was glad the next day when he woke up to loving texts from you.

- One day he might open up about that girl, but you were already thousands better than her, and he was becoming less scared by the second. 


- He wasn’t supposed to have feelings for anyone. His agency taught him that early on, taught him to kill such ridiculous emotions.

- But, hey, maybe he could give Zen a run for his money with his acting skills, because the agency thought he had killed his emotions.

- And for a while, it was easy to believe such rules. Never get attached, never get crushes, just life fast and pray you finish the mission.

- He needed to focus on helping his brother, anyway, right? Finding him? He didn’t deserve happiness until that.

- One undercover mission had him pretending to be the new bodyguard of a woman while tracking information for the agency. It wasn’t a quickie, either. He had to be there for a few weeks- nearly a whole month.

- And during that time, her silly jokes caught up to him, her flirtatious nature making him unable to sleep at night.

- As the mission drew closer to an end, he found himself more and more captured by her.

- She even cried and held him tight the day he had to leave, and damn was it hard to let go and pretend there was nothing between them.

- But, being himself and a hacker, he found himself needing to constantly check up on her- Make sure she was safe, make sure the agency hadn’t done any real damage to her.

- During the process, he managed to track down more personal info. Emails, online accounts, text records… Text records of her discussing how easy it was to get the guards to do whatever she wanted, as long as she flirted and pretended she cared about them.

- Well…That was a polite summary.

- He felt like someone had hit him in the gut as he read her cold words.

- Is this why the agency made such rules?

- He was unable to work, unable to think clearly, for ages. Because he was stupid enough to catch feelings for a target.

- So when you came along, of course he pushed you away. Of course he tried making you hate him. Just anything so he didn’t have to feel those emotions again. Just anything.

- But when you stayed, when you put yourself in danger for him, when you helped him with his brother. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but catch feelings.

- And he was scared, but you were willing to do so much for him.

- It didn’t hit him until one rough night with Saeran. Saeran was losing it, his meds not kicking in yet to calm him from his meltdown. During the process, Saeran listed all the godawful reasons he hated him, how he abandoned him.

- He had heard it constantly since his brother moved in, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

- He was resting on the couch, trying to calm his racing thoughts when you joined him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek.

- He didn’t say anything, but somehow you knew exactly what he was feeling, and the right words to help him snap out of it.

- That’s when he realized that no matter how far he pushed you away, you always bounced back still ready to love him and give him your all.

- You even helped him when his brother was like this, even when Saeran screamed at you too.

- It had taken him a while to understand you weren’t going to leave. Not anytime soon.

- And when he did, he pulled you into a hug and didn’t let go for ages.


- He couldn’t get over Rika

- He missed the sweet smiles and stabbing pains, he harsh words, the straight out abuse.

- He deserved it. He always deserved it. For never getting her the right help, for never giving her enough. It’s what he deserved for being so pathetic and simple minded.

- The love of his life, and he couldn’t save her from herself.

- He knew it was gross, he knew he should get help, but he thought he should rot in this pit of despairing emotions, letting it suffocate him until all his loved ones left him too. 

- Just like what had happened to her.

- When you came along, he was still wallowing in that pit, drowning and refusing to pull up for air.

- But you helped him despite any weak protests. He wanted this pain, this depression, but he was always too scared to let himself sink down completely.

- You helped him. You helped him get into therapy, helped him learn what medication to take, just something to help him get back on his feet. Something to get him to stop hating himself so much.

- You knew it was going to take ages, possible a few years. But you were willing, you were patient. Because he didn’t deserve this.

- No matter what he did, he couldn’t control her brain. He couldn’t have sacrificed himself to save her, because not even that could have helped.

- When you explained this to him, explained how you were going to stay by his side and help him, that was the first time you ever saw him break down.

- He was openly sobbing, finally being told the words he was so ashamed of thinking of. 

- You held him as he cried, helped him start patching himself back together.

- He missed the feeling of being loved so tenderly, and he was so grateful to have it again.


- Everyone knew he had issues. It wasn’t a surprise. He was sure strangers could guess just by a passing glance.

- He couldn’t understand why anyone would love him. He knew Saeyoung did, but that was forced love, wasn’t it? Obligated. No choice. 

- His mother had always told him he was unlovable anyway. Disgusting, weak, pathetic. She told him so often it was hard for him to believe anything else, even so many years later.

- One time he did try to believe otherwise. He tried to think he was capable of being loved. His savior had told him so. She had promised sweet words and affection when he did as she told, and she was the first woman he ever had positive feelings for. The first woman he thought had loved him back. The first woman to share his feelings.

- Only just to watch as she tossed him aside for that blinded fool.

- Therapy was supposed to be helping him through this, but each session he just found himself zoning out more and more, numbly pretending to listen to the advice given. 

- When you came along, helped him and his brother even after all the horrible things he had done, he just… He felt those feelings coming back again. Admiration, love, longing.

- He wanted to hold you in his arms and just whisper words of thanks for letting him feel something again. Something other than pain. Something kind and warm, something that helped eased the nightmares.

- But he was so scared. So fucking scared. He couldn’t handle rejection again, he couldn’t handle another heartbreak, another nightmare.

- Even though he was scared, when you first kissed him he didn’t voice his worries. When you first cuddled with him, helped him with a panic attack, he still swallowed his fears about you.

- It was when he discussed his therapy with you that he finally admitted his feelings. How he was going to disappoint you, how you were just going to toss him away like all the others in his life.

- When you teared up, he finally snapped out of his numbness, his stomach churning.

- But you just slowly opened up about how happy he made you, how much better your life had gotten, how upset you were that he would say such horrible things about himself.

- That was the day he decided to try and treat your relationship more seriously, more romantically.

- Unlike the others, you wanted him. And he wanted you, too.


The house under the road.

- Kanonerskiy island is rather a strange location for our city. You can get only through the underground tunnel under the Neva river. This location is also unique because it seems that the time has stopped there and the whole island lives in  the second part of the 20th century. But the life goes on and everything changes. The city demands new ways and the highway appears in the sky above this island of past. The highway goes just above the houses and it looks very strange. There is an abandonded house. Some people lived there, loved each other, and left it. The house is not destroyed, the flats are open and are full of the old furniture. The house is silent and only wind goes though the staircases. It seemed that the house is weeping. It’s a strange place giving a strange feeling. The house will be destroyed soon but now it gives home to homeless. That’s how the “life under the bridge” looks like.


March is #trypod month

I’m a huge fan of podcasts, and I’ve been wanting to make a list of my favourites. Since March is #trypod month, there’s no better time to write my first recommendation list! #trypod is a way to get the word out about podcasts since podcasting is still a pretty new and lesser known way to take in media.

History + storytelling

Myth & Legends - Stories from myths, legends, and folklore with modern interpretations. Some are stories you think you know, but with surprising origins. Others are stories you might not have heard, but really should. 
Tone - light, comical
Best episode (imo) - 15, Slavic Folklore: Bad Wolf
(This is my favourite podcast!)

Lore - Dark, historical tales that fuel our modern superstitions. Each episode explores the world of mysterious creatures, tragic events, and unusual places. Because sometimes the truth is more frightening than fiction.
Tone: dark, chilling
Best episode: 23, Rope and Railing (I’m still psychologically scarred from this tbh)

The Memory Palace - Short, surprising stories of the past, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes hysterical, often a bit of both.
Tone: mixed, see above
Best episode: 59, Harriet Quimby and 62, We’ve Forgotten James Powell

Astonishing Legends - A look at legendary strange and unusual events throughout history and interviews with people who’ve had close encounters with the unexplained.
Tone: like you’re drinking around a campfire with your conspiracy theorist friends
Best episode: 31, Skinwalker Ranch

Unexplained - A show about strange and mysterious real life events that continue to evade explanation, where the unknown and paranormal meet some of the most radical ideas in science today.
Tone: informative, dramatic
Best episode: 8, When the Light Fades


Preforming arts

Wooden Overcoats - Rudyard Funn runs a funeral home in the village of Piffling Vale. It used to be the only one. It isn’t anymore…
Tone: dry humour
(This is my favourite preforming arts podcast, please try it!)

Welcome to Night Vale - Community updates for the small desert town of Night Vale, featuring local weather, news, announcements from the Sheriff’s Secret Police, mysterious lights in the night sky, dark hooded figures with unknowable powers, and cultural events. Turn on your radio and hide.
Tone: dark comedy

Alice Isn’t Dead - A truck driver encounters not-quite-human creatures, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy theory while driving across America in search of the wife she had long assumed dead.
Tone: horror

Ruby (The Adventures of an Intergalactic Gumshoe) - Ruby is a galactic gumshoe. A good one. The Android Sisters perform satirical speak-songs as Ruby encounters some pretty weird planetary inhabitants on her quest for truth.
Tone: comic science fiction

The Black Tapes - A serialized docudrama about one journalist’s search for truth, her enigmatic subject’s mysterious past, and the literal and figurative ghosts that haunt them.
Tone: horror (seriously)

TANIS - Tanis is an exploration of the nature of truth, conspiracy, and information. Tanis is what happens when the lines between science and fiction start to blur. (This one starts slow, but trust it.)
Tone: horror

Homecoming - The story of a caseworker at an experimental facility, her ambitious supervisor (David Schwimmer), and a soldier eager to rejoin civilian life (Oscar Isaac).
Tone: psychological thriller

Limetown - Ten years ago, over three hundred men, women and children disappeared from a small town in Tennessee, never to be heard from again.
Tone: mystery, horror

In the future when I’ve found more favourites, I’ll add them (I have so many downloaded and so little time). These people deserve recognition and support. Please give a podcast a try today, and please reblog this post to help spread the word about this vastly underrated form of media!