the worst is he's so proud

so in the Ep. 10 teaser, viktor asks yuuri what yuuri is going to get him for christmas and yuuri says “something round and gold.”

we all know he’s talking about a gold medal BUT JUST THINK OF THIS:

  • yuuri loses the grand prix (maybe still places but doesn’t get gold). 
  • viktor is, of course, totally proud of him either way, obviously. 
  • but anyway, after the grand prix, for christmas (and viktor’s birthday too, technically), they’re sitting on the floor exchanging presents. 
  • yuuri hands viktor his present and says “even though i didn’t win the gold medal….” 
  • and viktor is confused, looking down at the box, but starts unwrapping his gift.
  • when he opens the box, he finds a pair of gold bands and yuuri says “i still wanted to get us* something round and gold for christmas.” 
  • and viktor picks up the ring meant to be yuuri’s and picks up yuuri’s hand, slipping the ring on his finger. viktor’s hands are shaking. yuuri’s hands are shaking. 
  • and then yuuri picks up the ring meant to be viktor’s and places it on viktor’s hand. 
  • they probably both have tears in their eyes at this point and viktor pulls yuuri into a hug (picture: yuuri and viktor both on their knees on the floor, arms wrapped tightly around each other, one of viktor’s hands is clutching at the back of yuuri’s head like he did when he cushioned yuuri’s fall in ep. 7). 
  • and then viktor says something like “you know, i’ve had the chance to wear a lot of gold in my life… but this? i think this fits better than any of my medals ever did.” or something equally corny and life-destroying. 
  • and then they’re kissing and showering each other in “i love you”s because they’re so damn in love and i’m going to die just writing this.
  • (and later, when viktor and yuuri are in bed, and yuuri is asleep, viktor slips the ring off of his finger to look at it in his hand and he notices a tiny engraving in japanese on the inside of the band. the next day, he asks yuuri what the characters mean and yuuri blushes, but tells him “it’s ‘stay close to me’ in japanese…” and then viktor is grabbing at yuuri’s hand and yuuri is low-key resisting because he’s embarrassed but when viktor finally gets it off of his finger, he notices that “stay close to me” is engraved on the inside of yuuri’s band in russian. and then viktor is smothering yuuri in love and affection again because really. this boy. is too much. <3 )
  • (also, even though they can’t actually get married in either of their home countries, it’s a promise that one day, when they can, they will make that commitment to each other. but until that day comes, they know what the bands mean to them and what they stand for - a promise to stay by each other’s side.)

*I’m saying “us” because winning a gold medal would be just as much for Yuuri as it would be Viktor and getting engaged would be just as important to both of them.

idk how anyone could find renaissance history boring. raphael was italy’s biggest playboy and died b/c he got a fever from having too much sex and wouldn’t tell the doctors the cause. michelangelo was a bitter and angry old man who took to mocking others like da vinci publicly, and da vinci himself was the world’s worst procrastinator and never finished anything.

Masked Intruder

Summary: Dan is a robber who steals valuable objects nearly every night. When he goes into a flat decorated with plants and stuffed animals, he can’t seem to keep himself away. Dan’s not used to pretty boys stealing things of his own; especially when they steal his heart.
Word Count: 3590
Warnings: stealing, breaking/entering, cussing
A/N: I’d like to thank my roommate @sourmojo for giving me the idea to write this fic (based off of this song) and also @insanityplaysfics for being my lovely beta. That summary is the worst fucking summary I’ve ever written but I love this idea so much and I hope you do too! Please don’t ask me to write a sequel, i will write one if i end up feeling like it, but as of right now, it doesnt seem very likely.
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It was something that Dan was proud of, as fucked up as it was. He just couldn’t get enough of everything about it; the thrill, the little prizes he got out of it, hell even the news broadcasters. No matter how hard he tried to get away from his lifestyle, he always ended up going back. His own addiction, his very own little secret. Besides, it’s not like anybody was getting hurt in his escapades. Just himself and his own conscious, but that he could deal with.

So what if he broke into houses and stole objects he found compelling? They were just objects and humans should be able to get over the loss of something so materialistic. Rings, money, antiques. Stealing those didn’t harm anybody. In fact, they should be grateful for Dan. He helped people realise that family was far more important than items.

Dan didn’t necessarily know how he got to this point in his life, where he just went to other people’s houses to steal meaningless crap, but he couldn’t be more thankful. One day he was just a silly little teenager trying to be edgy by sneaking into places he wasn’t supposed to be in, and the next moment he was a twenty-five year old man breaking and entering all to steal that new movie he’s been wanting for weeks. Some would say that he was stupid for risking going to jail just for a movie, but Dan didn’t give a single fuck.

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a little background, i made an oc way back in like 2013 and he became my vessel of sadness. we share the worst qualities. hes been with me through the best and the worst of times, seen me through my episodes and relapses. 

i used to make these comics with him and me together, just talking. and i found that even though i made him so miserable, so sad, so broken and seemingly beyond help, i never found him as ugly as i found myself. i thought he was brave and strong for still living even after everything i had put him through. 

and along with him, i changed. i got better and so did he. we both grew up. 

we are both full of pain but i dont find him ugly or unlovable. im proud of him. hes my character, i love him.

so sometimes i think i can love myself too

















point of the story is Neville never feared a teacher he feared the feeling the teacher gave him

Dating J-Hope(Hoseok) Would be like

im gonna die okay jhope has been my bts bias for a long ass time end my lIFE

  • so this sweetie pumpkin pie delightful sunshine baby
  • dating him is a pleasure and a gift and u better be treating him right otherwise u are one of The Worst people 
  • do you like sunshine and constantly laughing and being full of joy?
  • if so, then that’s what you’ll get by dating Resident Sunshine Jung Hoseok!
  • he’ll make u laugh every second of the day bc it’s his favorite sound
  • he would be so proud of you and everything you do like
  • having such a beautiful and loving relationship that makes everyone around you 2 simultaneously jealous and happy for you its v conflicting 
  • he tries to teach you bts dances or just how to dance in general and at first you just goof off bc you l o v e hearing that beautiful laugh of his it’s like the sun is shining my crops are growing my grades are good my skin is clear and world peace has been achieved
  • anyways he’s teaching u how to dance
  • and while u goof off a little bit you really are trying your best to learn the dance bc it makes your man so proud of you and nothing feels better then making Hobi proud of you 
  • and when he plays the music after the 30th time of doing it you think ur gonna die but then u absolutely s l a y it and as the last note fades out you fall on the floor like how does your bf do this for a living while also singing like holy sh i t 
  • but Hobi is screaming and jumping up and down and he runs over and picks you up off the floor and spins you around in a hug and gives you kisses all over your face 
  • and he puts you down and you’re both sweaty and disgusting
  • and your hair is stuck to your forehead and you’re still trying to breathe and ur 99% sure you smell like armpit rn but to Hobi you’re the most beautiful amazing person in the world bc not everyone can dance BTS’s dances bc they’re hard as shit and you haven’t had any idol training and even tho it took a while you learned it and you did it and you didn’t give up and he couldn’t be more proud of you and he feels like his heart is gonna burst out of his chest
  • and suddenly you’re pressed against the practice room mirror and you’re kissing him as if he’s your only source of air and your hands are in his hair 
  • and his hands are going up your shirt and he’s pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against your neck and i can’t breathe 
  • when the two of you have finished you’re laying on the floor just holding each other basking in your accomplishment and the fact that you’ve just banged in the practice room for the 8th time without getting caught 
  • and suddenly he just sits up and looks at you with the most serious expression ever
  • and you’re really startled bc tbh you were almost asleep but now he’s holding both your cheeks in his hands and looking at you like you’re going to disappear and he’s just drinking in your appearance as if you’re water and he’s been in the desert for the past 6 years
  • he just grabs your left hand and kisses the palm of it and
  • being totally completely dead serious he asks you if you would ever consider marrying him one day
  • and you look at him as if he’s dumb bc of course you’ll marry him
  • as if there was every any question of not marrying him 
  • sometimes he gets insecure that he’s actually annoying you and you’ll leave him for someone else like his old gf did and you have to remind him that there has never been anyone but him in your eyes and there will never be anyone but him in your heart
  • his name for you in his phone is “Moon of my life”
  • and he changes his contact name in ur phone to “my sun and stars”
  • bc he’s a nerd but u love this nerd so u dont bother to change it bc its also v true
  •  you’ll stay at the studio and watch him dance as long as he needs to be there like you could be there until 3 AM and ur sleeping on the couch there and he tells u to go home and get some proper rest and u refuse bc u don’t sleep well unless u sleep w him
  • we all know this boy is a double threat 
  • u know the type, the ones who can rap and dance
  • those r the dangerous ones bc not only can they kiss HELLA GOOD 
  • but damn those dancer hips snapping into you at the speed of light
  • sex w Hobi is so hella fun like u thought Taehyung was fun boy howdy this guy is w i l d
  • less kinky then tae but still hella up for most anything once
  • his main goal is still to see you laugh and smile and have fun even during such an intimate and loving act
  • most of the time it starts out with him tickling you and it leading to hot makeouts where his mouth moves onto that one extra sensitive spot on your neck and his hands are still gently tickling your sides but in a different way then before 
  • not like ur much better tho w the way he fucks u into the bed face first
  • he had such nice ands and such pretty lips and he knows ur weak for both and he takes every opportunity to use that against u bc he is one hell of a tease
  • literally tho no place is safe no space is sacred to him he’ll bang u anywhere like sometimes ur watching a movie and u end up watching it upside down as he pushes into you while ur half off the sofa
  • or over the kitchen table
  • or on the counter
  • or the shower
  • or the floor
  • in the practice room
  • literally he’s so versatile and loves adventure and the way he makes love is just like that
  • sometimes while ur trying to screw on the sofa or on the side of the bed someting goes wrong and u end up in a tangled heap of limbs and u both make eye contact and try to register what happened before you just start laughing s o hard!!!!
  • hobi gets v v emotional when he can’t be w you bc he’s a very physical person like his love language is definitely touch 
  • he’s s u c h a cuddle he just wants to be touching you in any way anywhere
  • he always wants you to sit on his lap no matter where you are
  • he loves spooning and it doesn’t matter if he’s the big spoon or the little spoon as long as he’s holding/being held in some way
  • he likes to wrap his arm around your shoulder or waist when ur in public but he also think’s its hella cute to link pinkie fingers
  • so many inside jokes
  • Hobi tries to be happy n positive 24/7 and it takes him a while of being with you to realize that he really can come to you no matter how he feels and you’ll still love him it doesn’t matter if he’s not feeling to sunshiny today if there’s a cloud over the sunshine it’s okay, it just means the next time theres sun you appreciate it more
  • and you slowly teach him it’s okay to be sad bc it makes being happy so much better
  • always being there for him in the rare moments he does break down and just holding him and rocking back and forth until he cries himself out and feels better bc sometimes all u gotta do is cry it out and everything is better
  • he is a l w a y s ready to talk about kids
  • he can’t wait
  • like literally if u thought taehyung was jumping the gun Hobi has already bought a 2 bedroom apartment and is secretly decorating a nursery 
  • and he brings you over to see it and he gets really shy and nervous on the ride over bc he doesn’t know how you’ll react bc he knows he’s thinking waaayyy to far ahead but he can’t help himself he loves you so much and he just wants to show you that he may be goofy and he may have a hard time being serious sometimes and he might not be the strictest father in the world but he just wants to have a chance to have a life with you 
  • bc to Hobi having a family is the ultimate goal 
  • like BTS is his family and his actual family is beautiful but having something that is entirely his own is beautiful to him
  • he just falls asleep and dreams of a little girl with your eyes and his dance skills and your smile and a little baby boy with his sunshine and his smile
  • and he just wakes up and watches you sleep for a little while and he just k n o w s
  • no matter where he goes or how far away or for how long he leaves you or if he lives far away or close by or right next door
  • hobi always knows that his forever home is with you and that will never change
  • and that two bedroom apartment is waiting to be filled with happy memories of you two, and any extras you might have along the way.

fUIkINg destroy me i cried writing this fuck hormones okay jus t end me

~Admin Hedgehog who is emotionally drained from this 

Okay but Bodhi wasn’t considered a talented enough pilot to be allowed to fly a fighter ship for the Empire but imagine how happy he would be if the Rebellion decided he could fly one for them? So in between educating the rebels on the details of Imperial operations he also learns to fly an x-wing and is so proud when he’s not the worst in his class and it turns out he’s not a terrible pilot after all he was just lacking the confidence

anonymous asked:

I wasn't in the fandom in that period. What is this story about Harry googling 'Harry shit'? 😢 I saw a video, maybe, where he was crying, but I didn't get what he wanted to say or what happened

Oh god, anon!! it’s the saddest thing EVER.  SO.  It’s their first TV performance since TXF.  And they’re performing WMYB. And Harry is SO NERVOUS, you can see his hand shaking.  And he doesn’t have proper breath support so his solo is…not great.

And he feels like SHIT about himself.  just awful.  And he explains that he was feeling sorry for himself so he starts to look up comments to “make sure that you were right about it being bad” and…well, here’s the result: 

And it’s the worst thing ever and so heartbreaking.  

But it also makes me so much more proud of the man he’s become.  He’s grown so much.  What an amazing little human.  I’m proud to be a fan.

As Darth Vader and Luke fight in Return of the Jedi, imagine Padmé from the other side, looking down at them, forced to watch what is left of her husband fighting their own son and worst of all trying to turn him to the dark side of the Force. Imagine her painfully crying, destroyed by what she’s seeing, shattered to be unable to do anything, but her beautiful baby is strong, he doesn’t give up, he doesn’t let go of the hate, her Luke resists and refuses to kill his own father and she’s so proud of him, so proud of the man he’s becoming, so proud he hasn’t given up on his father so easily, proud that her baby still sees the good in him, just like her many years before. She’s so proud because her baby boy is the one able to redeem her Ani. Their child is the reason why Anakin Skywalker comes back, the reason why she’s gonna have Anakin, the love of her life, by her side once he’s gone.

Midwest Gothic

- At night you hear coyotes howling and deer screaming. At night you hear trains in the distance. At night you hear frogs. The worst nights are the ones where there are no sounds at all.

- You let your dog outside, on a tether, so he can’t run off. He stares out at the field behind your house, and further, at the woods behind it. You see nothing. You’re glad. It’s worse when you see what’s out there.

- The cats have caught something and dropped it on your back step, proud and haughty. You thank them. You have no idea what they caught. You never want to know what it is.

- Summer nights are full of bonfires and laughing and even though the fire is blazing, the light of it doesn’t reach very far. Shouldn’t it reach farther? Shouldn’t you be able to see everyone’s faces clearly? You haven’t had anything to drink. The fire doesn’t feel very warm at all.

- The corn fields are awful, yes, but you can ignore what walks them when the stalks are tall and golden. The soy years are worse. It’s almost impossible to ignore them, then. 

- Road crews fill in the potholes with asphalt. Road crews fill in the potholes with tar. Road crews fill in the potholes with meat. The roads are satisfied and you are safer.

- One night the road pops one of your tires. You do not leave the car. You do not check the damage. You call someone for aid, and it’s only when there are at least four people, all armed with heavy flashlights, that you leave the car. Someone is chanting in a language you don’t know. The eyes that watch you from the soy fields do not blink. 

- You shouldn’t swim in Lake Erie. All the same, you’ve seen people far away, in the water. 

- Everyone laughs and jokes about returning to the old ways if the snow keeps up. When it snows in March, towards the end of the month, the jokes become less funny. No one wants to draw straws.

- If you left the state limits, would the land drop off like a cliff, falling into space? Or would there be nothing, nothing, nothing, just empty roads and rest stops that all look the same?

I’m honestly in tears because this song goes to show how hurt Namjoon still is even after all these years. Even after all these awards, fans, and accomplishments. Depression still hurts after a long time.

He mentioned on fancafe how we wrote this a year ago and he doesnt feel the same, but the fact that he felt this low a year ago hurts me.

I can tell that this song was talking about his trainee days and even after debut.

 This song literally made me realize Namjoon was suicidal and I wanna hold him so badly. Guys…we could of lost Kim Namjoon. My absolute favourite human being in the entire world who saved my life.

 He is a human being who does not deserve such pain but I am so proud he endured it so well and look how far he came. 

One of my favourite verses “I live for the sake of understanding this world, but why hasnt the world tried to understand me atleast once”

Its a really vague phrase which is why I like it. WORLD could mean destiny, fate, life, even parents. 

He tries so hard to accept his life, to understand his parents wishes, sacrificing his own happiness yet fate decides to only give him the worst.

“Dad please listen to me” “dead dad, your dead to me,” Talking about how his dad wouldn’t let him rap. I remember him mentioning that his dad once told him all that education he worked hard for was for nothing and I can’t imagine how sad Namjoon felt in that moment.

“I would tell god if I ever meet him, i would hold him by the collar and tell him this life is like a coffee I never ordered”

A pretty sad and a bit confusing verse, maybe leading to why Namjoon eventually became an atheist. Namjoon was in so much pain he didnt want to be born.

 "I wished I was dead…… I wished
Someone would kill me" No Namjoon never utter such words.

My joonie mini I hope you are better and hopeful now, look at how far you came, your so successful and loved, and you made your family proud.
Dont ever doubt yourself and even think about death, just keep living happily and moving forward.

He honestly felt lost in this point of his life and still continues to feel lost. Namjoon you have such in important role and your existence was destined. You were born for a reason. You were born to change lives.

This goes to show that depression still affects life even in the long term and I want all the pain Namjoon has inside to drift away. 


An Afternoon Swim

Could you do an imagine where reader is out hunting and it’s really hot out so she decides to take a dip in a stream. Not knowing that Daryl is out hunting and he stumbles upon her bathing. Maybe with a little smut. 😊

I know, I know. I’m the worst. It’s taken like, a week for me to post this. But I haven’t been sleeping well and I think I’ve caught YET ANOTHER COLD. My immune system was still compromised from the last one so another one could sneak in. I think I even had a fever the other night which was giving me the weirdest dreams. But anyways, I’m sorry if this isn’t my best work because I’m really not proud of how this one turned out. I owe you another one shot haha

NSFW: smut!

It was early in the morning when you and Rick were looking over the map while everyone else ate their breakfast around the campfire. Rick had the map spread out across the hood of one of their trucks while you studied it carefully. You were going hunting in the next few minutes but the woods were a large space and after Sophia’s disappearance, Rick was doing everything he could to ensure everyone’s safety.

“I think I’ll stick to this little area right here,” you said, circling the small area with your fingertip, “Around this lake and stream here. This way if I don’t find anything, I can always try and catch some fish. What do you think?”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Rick said, “As long as we have an idea where you are. If we’ve gotta send someone after you.”

You laughed, “When have you ever had to send someone after me? I’m a tough girl, Rick. I’ve got this. You won’t need to send anyone after me, alright? Okay?”

“Yeah, got it,” Rick chuckled, patting your shoulder, “Still gonna have Daryl around just in case.”

“He’s gonna be thrilled,” you said, “I’ll see ya.”

You gathered your things and started walking, passing by the campfire and waving good-bye to everyone sitting there. You passed by Daryl’s campsite which he’d set up far away from the others. He must’ve had a soft spot for you because you were the only one he allowed to come over to his camp and talk to him. Although, he was a complicated man because it seemed as though he liked you but he never showed it. He was so difficult to read.

“Hey,” Daryl called out as you walked by, “Where are you goin’?”

“Hunting,” you replied, “Rick and I narrowed it down to a little grid around this lake and stream. I shouldn’t be too hard to find. Rick seems to think that I’ll need back-up.”

Daryl smirked, “Never needed back-up before.”

“That’s what I said,” you replied. After a bit of laughter from the both of you, he gave you a nod and you gave him a small wave in return, “Well, I’ll be back in a little while. Hope I find something good.”

You continued, venturing into the woods. You were extremely lucky this morning. You managed to catch quite a bit of squirrels while only encountering one or two walkers. But, the two walkers left your clothes and body horrendously stained with blood, making you look like you’d just battled a large horde of walkers. And the sun beating down on you wasn’t helping even a little bit. You’d lived in Georgia all of your life but you would never get used to this heat. You could feel how slimy your toes were in your boots, sweat rolled down your back, and your hair clung to your forehead and some other strands stuck to the back of your neck.

Coming upon the lake you told Rick about, you knew it was time to turn around and head back. But the lake was so blue, so clear, and so peaceful. The trees hung over the lake like a canopy, leaving you with tons of shade and just staring at the water made you feel just slightly cooler. A few minutes in the lake wouldn’t hurt, would it?

You unbuttoned your flannel and took of your boots and jeans, leaving you in just your underwear and the tank top you’d put on underneath the flannel. Dipping your toe into the ice cold water, you shivered and grinned as you dove in, sighing in relief as you felt ten times more comfortable. You could never get over how relaxed you were already feeling. Could it get any better?

“Hey, Daryl,” Rick called out as he came towards the campfire. Daryl was sitting with the rest of the group eating lunch of canned beans and eggs that had been left over from breakfast. Rick leaned against the back of Daryl’s chair, “Y/N has been gone a long time. She said not to send anyone after her but…she’s not usually gone for this long. Think you could go and look for her? Make sure she’s alright?”

“Sure,” Daryl said, setting his plate down, “You’re right, she’s never gone this long. But she’s a tough kid, probably just had to take a different way back.”

“Just to be safe.”

“I know, I’m goin’.”

Daryl gathered some supplies, his crossbow and a gun just in case. The thought of something happening to you was actually terrifying to him but he could never let anyone in the group see his fears.

He remembered you mentioning the lake so he headed there. Your footprints were rather easy to find and they were fresh. You had just been through here. He was confident that you were alright and that brought a smile to his face.

Suddenly, he heard splashing coming from a few feet away. He loaded up his crossbow, ready for anything. What if a walker had gotten to you and you were fighting it off in that lake? It could’ve pulled you down under the water and could be devouring you while Daryl was coming to help. He could already be too late.

Daryl had never been so happy about being wrong. When he reached the clearing, he realized you were fine, just swimming leisurely. You had the most stunning smile he’d ever seen. And when you stood up, revealing a now see through shirt which clung to your curves and made his heart pound. He knew it was wrong to be watching you but he’d frozen, entranced by how lovely you were. He never really had a chance to take you all in as he knew you’d ask why he was staring.

Still, it was wrong to be watching you like this when you had no idea. He wouldn’t want to come across as creepy and make you feel uncomfortable. He walked out of the clearing, his boot snapping a twig as he approached the lake. You whipped your body around but quickly relaxed when you realized it was just Daryl.

“What’re you doing out here?” you asked.

“You were gone for a long time,” Daryl explained, leaning his crossbow against a tree next to your clothes, “Rick had me come out here and find you, make sure you weren’t dead.”

“Shit, I hadn’t realized how long I was out here,” you said. Daryl sat down by the lake, hugging his knees to his chest as he watched you swim around. You stopped, floating there in the middle of the lake staring at Daryl, “Wanna join me?”

“I dunno,” Daryl mumbled, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh come on,” you persisted. You sent a small wave of water his way which splashed onto his shoes. He kicked his shoes off and peeled off his now wet socks. Giggling, you slicked back your hair, “Sorry. Just come in with me, Daryl. Have a little fun.”

“If you’re gonna get me all wet, might as well,” Daryl grumbled, sliding his vest off his shoulders. You paused as he unbuttoned his shirt, swallowing hard as he opened his opened his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a firm, tanned torso. You took a deep breath, knowing you had to control yourself despite how difficult it would be. Daryl barely tolerated a simple touch on the shoulder.

Once Daryl was down to his boxers, he slid into the water but he made no move towards you. He just floated there, splashing some water onto his face. You smiled and slowly swam towards him, “See? Feels nice doesn’t it?”

“Guess you’re right,” Daryl said.

“Well come on,” you said, grabbing his wrists and pulling him further out into the lake, “We’re fine. You can swim, can’t you?”

“Yeah,” Daryl grunted, “I know how to swim.”

“Then swim with me,” you said, spinning the two of you around in circles. Daryl was tense and his eyes were darting around uncomfortably but he allowed you to continue anyways. A part of him was enjoying the lighthearted moment between you two but he couldn’t bring himself to show it.

Over the next hour or so, Daryl started loosening up and you finally got a smile out of him as you swam around together, splashing around and laughing, probably making more noise than you should have. But for a moment, you both forgot that it was the end of the world and that there were walkers crawling around like cockroaches all over the place. And it was nice to forget even if it was just for a little while.

“This has been such a nice afternoon,” you said, “I hope we’re not worrying the others.”

“Nah,” Daryl said, “Haven’t been gone long enough. We’re fine.”

Daryl climbed out of the lake but kept his feet in the water, the sun warming his cold, shivering body. You swam to the edge, climbing halfway out of the water, leaning on your elbows. It gave Daryl a clear view down your tank top, which wasn’t hard to begin with since it was a white tank top and it was still wet.

You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t totally aware of your position in front of Daryl. You knew the tank top was see through and you knew that leaning over would show more than you normally would have. But seeing him like this, the sunlight making his wet body glisten and the way water dripped from the ends of his short hair made it even harder to keep it together. You just wanted him to ache as much as you did.

“What’re we doin’?” Daryl finally asked after several minutes of silence.

“Was I that obvious?” you chuckled.

“Ya ain’t exactly subtle,” Daryl replied.

You sighed, hanging your head, “It’s just been a while. But you make me so crazy, Daryl.”

“What’d I do?”

“Absolutely nothing,” you retorted, lifting your head. You reached out and touched his hand, “You’re not even trying. You make me go insane and you’re not even trying. And I’m over here trying my very hardest.”

“Well,” Daryl muttered, clearing his throat as he looked up at the sky, “It’s working.”

“Huh?” you frowned, “It’s working?”

Daryl nodded, “I didn’t wanna say anything but…you said it first.”

“You ache as badly as I do right now?”

He nodded again. You slowly lifted yourself out of the water and sat on your knees next to him. Daryl still wouldn’t look out you, but his chest was rising and falling a little quicker. His heart was racing and warmth spread through his body.

“Well, we’re all alone out here,” you cooed, running your hands up his chest. Leaning in, you placed a kiss on his cheek, “Before we have to go back.”

Daryl finally turned to look at you, his eyelids heavy and his blue eyes darkening with lust you’d never seen before. He was never one to initiate any kind of contact so needless to say, it was a shock when he slammed his lips down on yours. You struggled to keep up with him as his hands explored your body. He groaned as your own hands wandered, reaching the waistband of his boxers.

“Y/N,” he grunted, cupping your breasts in his large hands. You kissed him harder as your hand slipped underneath his boxers. He buried his face in your neck as you took him in your hand, sliding up and down his shaft. A few whimpers escaped his lips, his hands freezing in place, too lost in the pleasure to remember what he was doing, “Y/N.”

You loved the way your name sounded from his mouth. He was so vulnerable under your touch, trembling a little. You picked up a little speed and his breathing became heavier. He grabbed your wrist to stop you as his other hand pushed you until you were laying on your back, “Keep goin’ like that and this’ll be over before we can even start.”

You giggled as you pushed his boxers down off his hips while he peeled your soaked tank top off your body, throwing it away without looking where it landed. As he pulled your underwear down, he kissed down your stomach, making your heart race with anticipation. You felt his warm tongue on your skin and you gasped, arching your back a little. Daryl pushed your hips back down as he spread your legs. You propped yourself up onto your elbows, watching as he kissed your inner thighs. He moved to your core agonizingly slow. Once he finally reached it, your elbows weakened and you fell back onto the ground as his tongue swirled around your clit, his thick fingers suddenly sliding inside of you. Rolling your hips, you moaned and groaned and dug your nails into the dirt.

His expert tongue and fingers filled you with intense pleasure and it was everything in you not to get loud. Daryl groaned against you, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy. He progressively sped up and just as you were about to reach your climax, he stopped and pulled away. It was almost painful to be cut short like that and you whined and moaned.

“Daryl!” you panted, “What the hell are you doing?!”

Daryl scooted closer to you, running his hands up and down your thighs and swiftly wrapping your legs around his waist, “Relax, we ain’t done yet.”

A sigh of relief fell from your lips as he thrust into you, filling you completely. His brow crinkled in concentration, licking his lips as he slowly thrust in and out. He held tightly onto your hips, his fingers pressed into your flesh while you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your nails raking down his back.

The pleasure was intense and everything surrounding the two of you was hazy. You were so lost in the moment, a horde of walkers could come crashing through and you probably wouldn’t have noticed. You loved Daryl and you loved the way he made you feel, the way he stared into your eyes, the way he kissed you. It was all so perfect.

The pressure built up in your body once more and this time Daryl didn’t stop it. The way your walls squeezed him, he knew you were close and he sped up, your core on fire as you exploded. You brought Daryl’s body down onto yours, his chest pressed against you as you curled your toes and whimpered into his shoulder. You refused to let go of him as you rode out your high, allowing him to finish too.

“Shit,” he panted. He looked around, most likely expecting walkers to start popping up with all the noise he realized the two of you had been making. It seemed he was oblivious to his surroundings as you had been.

“You’re amazing,” you said, kissing his cheek, “Think we’ve worried the group enough?”

“Probably,” Daryl grunted. He rolled off of you but grabbed your hand when you attempted to sit up, “Wait, we don’t gotta go back yet. Let them worry.”

You laughed, “What if someone comes looking for us?”

“They won’t,” Daryl said, wrapping his arm around your waist, “I just don’t wanna go back yet. Just a little while longer?”

You nodded and rested your head on Daryl’s chest, soothed by the sound of his heart beating in your ear and the water rushing through the stream nearby. Leaves, grass, and mud stuck to the two of you but you didn’t care. It was still possible that Rick could send someone to look for the two of you but you didn’t care about that either. You were content lying with this man forever.

imagine Kylo being so attuned to everyone’s emotions that he occasionally has bad meltdowns where he can’t block anything out so he gets overwhelmed

imagine Hux teaching Kylo breathing exercises and healthy coping mechanisms that he used when he was a boy and suffered from hyperventilation

imagine Kylo using Hux’s mind as an anchor to focus on during his worst episodes, calling out for Hux to be beside him to prevent himself from collapsing

imagine Hux dashing through the corridors of their ship to Kylo’s side just to breathe with him, to calm him, to get him back to where he needs to be

imagine Kylo and Hux helping one another face their own demons


“They were not the eyes of a victor…”

- Rukia Kuchiki

The difference between these 2 battles for Rukia and Orihime’s life are absolutely heartbreaking. The first one you have Ichigo managing to restrain his hollow during his battle with Byakuya because he wanted to win with his power alone and he was so joyous when he became victorious that he shouted it to the sky.

He saved Rukia and he was proud of that.

But against Ulquiorra he was not himself - he lost control, he was helpless, he attacked mercilessly, he was horrified, he was ashamed and worst, he was broken. He was desperate to make amends for his actions that he was even willing to let himself lose an arm as retribution to Ulquiorra, but it was too late.

He saved Orihime at the cost of so much, it was a meaningless victory - and a true tragedy.

I have written a thing or am still writing a thing and it got to this bit that I had to post because it’s wonderful and I am proud of it:

And there is Smith’s snotty voice again. Harry is so freaking tired of it that he can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of himself.
But the worst Hufflepuff to ever live does not relent and sizes Harry up, looking down at him and asks the most inane question he has ever asked and that is a record.
“Hey, aren’t you gay with Malfoy now? Ginny must be feeling awful after being your beard for so long.”

Harry can almost hear Draco’s eye roll beside him (it is very impressive and elegant) and he feels bolstered to answer, a drawl worthy of his boyfriend emanating from his mouth.
“You know, it might be hard for your small brain to comprehend but there is this handy thing called bisexuality.”

The Charmer’s Weakness (Requested)

request: imagine where stiles is popular and hooks up with every girl so the reader tries to stay away from him but they actually like each other. and stiles asks her something one day and is so surprised from her reply that he kisses her and admits his feelings. second pov pls

A/N: So, I’m really sorry because this was requested ages ago… More of an AU because this takes place in college and they’re all at least 18. As requested, another point of view

Warnings: mentions of sexual themes, language, fuckboy!stiles


Stiles Stilinski was handsome. There was no point in denying that with his dark messy hair, the lean body, the sparkle in his hazel eyes and the never-ending charm. The worst thing about that? He knew it. Stiles had managed to steal almost every girl’s heart at college and he was damn proud of that. But instead of looking for a better half that he could spend the rest of his life with, he made it to his personal goal to hook up with almost every girl that he deemed pretty enough. It was safe to say that you hated him. 

You scoffed into your drink as he towered over a freshman that giggled at almost every word that left his mouth. A wolfish half smirk crossed his face as she looked down at her shoes for a second. You couldn’t believe that this was the guy every girl swooned over. You were familiar with the concept of a one-night-stand, heck, you were the last person to refuse some fun but willingly have sex with a guy that didn’t spend more than one night with the same girl? No, thanks. 

“If I didn’t know it better, I’d think you’re jealous.”, the pretty brunette next to you smirked. Your eyes almost bulged out of your head as you snapped your head so fast in her direction that it made a cracking sound. Both of you watched as Stiles guided the petite blonde out of the house, you cringed at the thought of what they were about to do.

“Because all I want in life is to get laid by Stiles ‘the highest of all fuckboys’ Stilinski.”, you said sarcastically and downed the rest of your Vodka Soda. Allison raised an eyebrow as you rejected a fairly good-looking guy that let his eyes wander over your body while asking for your number. You officially decided that this evening was no fun. You weren’t a party animal but you enjoyed most of them. At least, until the alcohol kicked in and turned 90 % of the people back into hormonal teenagers. 

Allison and you called it to an end as Scott fought his way through the crowd to you. It was needless to say that he was completely sober and ready to drive you back to your dorm. Your roommate and you exchanged an eye roll as he cheerily ordered a glass of water but in your head you had to admit that you would like Stiles Stilinski a lot more if he was anything like his best friend.


“Could you guys please stop fucking so we won’t be late!”, you called as you entered the small apartment that Scott and Stiles somehow managed to afford. You placed your bag in one of the comfy armchairs before you sneaked into the kitchen to make some coffee. A frown made its way onto your face when you got no reply. Not even a demand to leave. You warily exited the kitchen to look for your roommate and her overly caring boyfriend just to run into a naked chest. Your eyes widened as you looked up into the hazel eyes that you were trying to avoid ever since he first tried to flirt with you.

“Well hello to you, too.”, Stiles smirked down at you before he grabbed an apple and watched you stumbling back into the living room. As much as you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, you were speechless. He stood there in all his glory with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. A few drops of water ran down his toned abs and his hair looked more disheveled than you had ever seen it before. You felt the strange desire to ran your hands through it. You blushed as you realized that Stiles knew exactly you were checking him out.

“See something you like?”, he wondered with his damn smirk evident in his voice and took a step closer with every word. “Because I do.” You refused to meet his eyes as he lowered his head slightly even though you could feel his hot breath on your face. You hated yourself for not being able to move as he slowly rose his hand to play with a strand of your hair. 

“What about the Barbie you laid just a few hours ago? ”, you whispered and removed his hand from your hair. A low chuckle emitted from his chest as he rose back to his full height. 

“She left. So did Scott and Allison by the way. They’re getting breakfast.”

“And now you’re all alone and sad.”, you pouted and finally gained enough confidence to step away from him. 

“You’re free to cheer me up if you want.”, he suggested and motioned to the floor in front of him as if he expected you to give him head right then and there. You rolled your eyes and took a seat on the couch. As you looked up at him his attention was glued to your lips. You bowed your head and hugged yourself as the self-consciousness started to creep in. It was silent before Stiles’ eyes suddenly lit up and he practically lunged forward. 

“Wait! I need your opinion on something, alright?”

You furrowed your eyebrows together as you could see that the playful smirk was gone. He left you on your own for about five minutes before he jumped back with two DVDs in his hands, fully dressed now. He plopped down next to you and  held up the two films. 

“You see, my nephew will come to visit me next weekend and I was going to watch Spiderman with him but I’m not sure whether we should watch ‘The Amazing Spiderman’ or ‘Spiderman’. And I want him to enjoy spending time with me because we barely see each other these days…”

“Are you serious?”, you asked and lowered his hands with a frown. Stiles’ expression darkened a little and you thought you saw a hurt look cross his face before he nodded and got up again. 

“No, of course not. Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked-”

“Not what I meant, you dimwit.”, you smiled and got up as well. Of course he would take it as an insult. “You said you guys don’t see each other often, right? So instead of watching an old movie with him, something he can do on his own too, by the way, how about you do something with him? Show him around the campus, buy ice cream, spent time with him. I’m sure he’s missed you a lot and he’ll want to actually talk to you.”, you explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. As he didn’t say anything you carefully looked up to see him staring at you with a look that you couldn’t quite define. 


You couldn’t finish your question as he hurriedly dipped down to kiss you.You were surprised to say the least but you didn’t pull back. Instead, you leaned into his touch, fully aware that it meant a lot more to you than it did to him. You couldn’t help but notice how perfect your lips fit together, moving against each other like they never did anything else. He gently settled his hands on your lower back to steady you and that was when you realized how much you actually wanted this, how much you needed this. You were actually quite surprised his hands hadn’t been wandering around, surprised but not disappointed. You pulled back carefully to see him staring at you with so many emotions in his eyes that it almost drove you insane. You finally came back to your senses and tried to step back but his hands were still around you middle and held you close.

“If this is what you do to every girl, I can finally understand why they all stay the night.”, you muttered with flushed cheeks. Stiles shook his head and cupped your face in  his hands. 

“Not every girl, just you, trust me. If you were some chick I want to bang we’d already be at it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, you asked with a frown. Was he telling you that you weren’t even good enough for a quick fuck?

“It means that I don’t want a relationship… with anyone but you.”


Katsuki Bakugou

okay, so ive seen people fight over how much they love/hate him, i’ve read arguments, metas, and post of both sides, and i can understand why a lot of people don’t like Katsuki. He’s rude, prideful, aggressive, violent, his vocabulary is full of profanities, and the worst part is that he’s bullied Izuku severely.

but the thing here is that, he’s more that that. He’s also smart, powerful, hardworking, determined, awkward and a teenager. He’s done things we’re all not proud of, and i hope that he makes up for it later on in the manga, but he’s growing. He’s learned and still is learning from his mistakes and trying to be better in order to accomplish his dream of becoming the no. 1 hero.

He’s not your typical manga antagonist, whose only goal is to bring the protagonist down. Ne, he’s so much more than that. He may be an asshole with a head full of pride, but we’ve all seen just how much he worked and push himself in order to become stronger. He’s not just some insensitive bully incapable of feeling anything but hatred for others when we’ve seen the genuine smile he makes when talking about his idol, the way he shows respect to other people by calling them by their names, the amount of tears he’d let out when he knows he isn’t good enough, the effort he exerted to push himself in order to become better and stronger, the way he swallowed his pride and admitted he wasn’t good enough to others, his ambition to become a hero, the sincerity, gratitude and kindness he gives to his friends, and most of all the frustration and guilt he felt towards All Might for his short comings, just look at how troubled he was, how much he blamed himself for it and he’s bottled all that inside from the start.

I will not justify or sugarcoat Katsuki’s actions before and the wrongs he’s done, but what I do want to say here is that, he has room to grow and mature, and he has. Through out the manga, I’ve seen his character development and can’t help but feel like a proud mom.

And I hope that All Might (or Aizawa-sensei) gives him a hug after this, the boy deserves some warm Dad Might hug, it’s his turn to feel the love and parental attention.

How can one person be so strong and brave?
In the past few weeks Louis went through the worst hell possible, and he still put on a smile, he still made fans’ days better. Even on that fateful day he had lost his beloved mother.

Words cannot describe how proud I am of him, and his siblings.

If I were them I strongly doubt I’d be able to hold myself together.