anonymous asked:

Can I request "I'll hold you together" with Bruce Wayne? You're such a beautiful writer ❤❤

He just stares at you, eyes wide, and you can see him trying to wrap his mind around the words.

“You carry the world on your shoulders,” you continue, taking his hands in yours, smiling sadly. “But you don’t have to do it alone, Bruce. You take care of Gotham, of Alfred, of the boys and I. But who’s there for you, huh? Who takes care of you?”

He just keeps staring, and you giggle lightly as you reach out and lay a hand on his cheek, leaning on your toes to rest your forehead against his.

“Let me help you, Bruce Wayne. Let me carry some of that weight.”

(Requests are closed!)

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is deprived of its warmth. (Psalm 19: 1-6)

anonymous asked:

You fic is wonderful. Only ever read skam f ics, though, but you guys have ruined me for any other skam au that may come my way (except probably if you wrote it to). It's so complete and goes so beyond just isak and even interactions and I love it. I love you hahah. Just feel kind of sorry for the anonymous notes even. Like

From isaks perspective he is the one who was into isak first and has helped him accept himself a little bit more and go ahead and befriend even… and now he’s seeing how isak is falling for real life even and he’s just a friend.I know it’s literally the same person, by I kind of feel a bitsad for him

fjsdkal THIS IS SO SWEET thank you so much for your kind words my love they mean the world <33 also that’s completely normal to feel, hahahah. i’ve had someone tell me that if they didn’t know even was also behind the notes, they’d be a little peeved to see isak start falling for real-life!even instead of notes!even wHO’S BEEN WITH ISAK THROUGH EVERYTHING

((that someone was @stardefiant who am i kidding))

BUT HONESTLY this isn’t affecting even nearly as much as it should be,,,, yet. heh. stick around, though, it might come up.


I know you’re going through a rough time, and I can understand why. You are one of the hardest working people I’ve ever seen and you actually CARE about that work.

I know you said that you still can’t believe that you’ve saved lives, but here’s your proof. I’m still here. Because you gave me a break from the reality of my crippling depression and the fact that my Mom had passed away. You kept me going when I didn’t want to get out of bed when I couldn’t find any other reason. I owe you everything, and you are so special to me, I can’t even begin to put it into words.

You deserve the world, but I’m not sure just how we ended up deserving you.

Thank you Mark. I love you, goober.


human-e-r-r-o-r  asked:

Can you make a part 2 for i guess we changed? I simply loved 💜

[Prologue] I Guess We Changed (Namjoon x Reader)

READ I Guess We Changed HERE

Genre: Angst + Fluff

Summary: You and Namjoon are a young, aspiring musical duo. Deciding to chase your dreams, you give up everything for the sake of music. But in your world of uncertainty, there will always be one constant: Namjoon.

Word count: 934 words

Namjoon slid into the seat beside you, his large body taking up most of the space surrounding your shared desk. His long legs bumped clumsily against yours as he tried to to reposition himself.

“Y/N, have you checked our SoundCloud lately?” Namjoon asked excitedly, a huge grin illuminating his face.

“No I haven’t,” you replied absentmindedly, placing your notebook and pencil case in front of you. It made you look studious, but the pages were filled with lyrics instead of notes. “Did something happen?”

“Yes!” Namjoon practically screamed. The handful of students who had also arrived early glared at your friend in annoyance. “This guy, Suga, reposted our cover of Empire State of Mind! He’s got like, 30k followers. It’s crazy–some of his followers are starting to follow us, too.”

“That’s awesome!” you grinned. “Did he comment, too?”

“Nah,” Namjoon replied, sounding a little bit disappointed. “But he did follow us, so there’s that!”

The bell rang, and like the rest of the class, you and Namjoon fell silent. Even though the two of you dreamt of becoming hip-hop musicians, you were still trying to do well in school (if not for yourselves, then for your parents).

You and Namjoon sat quietly on the park bench, watching the sun set in a display of bright pinks, reds, and purples. You had a frozen lemonade in hand, and Namjoon was drinking an iced tea.

“You know, we’re going to have to tell our parents soon,” Namjoon spoke suddenly, although his voice was soft. “They’re going to figure something’s up when we reject our uni acceptances.”

“My parents are going to be so pissed,” you groaned, slouching back into the bench. “I don’t think they’ll ever support me.”

“Even if they don’t, will you still come with me?” Namjoon asked, turning to look at you, his eyes searching and unguarded.

“Why are you even asking that?” you whined, elbowing your friend in the arm. He grunted in pain. You continued more seriously, “Of course I’m going with you. After all, we already bought the tickets!”

Namjoon laughed at that. Indeed, a one-way train ticket to Seoul was hidden under your mattress. Every night, you uncovered it just to imagine your future. You were risking everything to pursue music, but somehow, you believed it would all turn out just fine.

“Yeah, it was a stupid question,” Namjoon smiled. “It’s you and me against the world, huh?”

Then, he interlaced his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand comfortingly. Neither of you said anything about that, because it was something that just felt right.

You and Namjoon stood on the train platform, your hands clasped together despite the stickiness of the humid, summer day. Namjoon’s grip grew increasingly tight as the departure time neared. Your luggage had already been stowed away, and the reality of everything you were about to do had suddenly come crashing down.

It felt like years had passed since that one evening in the park you and Namjoon had spent together. Both of you eventually gathered the courage to confess to your parents. Namjoon’s accepted his decision, albeit with some difficulty.

Yours, on the other hand, were not so kind. Your mother and father refused to attend your graduation. Only your older brother showed up.

In the distance, you could hear the sound of an incoming train growing louder and louder. Soon, it appeared on the tracks, speeding towards the platform. Your heart pounded loudly in your chest, and the sound of it was deafening.

“Are you ready?” Namjoon asked quietly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. When you looked up at him, he smiled gently.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you said, inhaling shakily.

The train appeared in front of you, the wind blowing your hair in all directions. The breaks squealed as the train rolled to a stop. Sharing one last look with Namjoon, the two of you boarded the train as soon as the doors opened.

You found your seats quite quickly, settling into them in silence. The empty spots around you began to fill as the other passengers filed into your cabin. You could hear the doors click shut, and it sounded like finality.

At that sharp sound, your facade of normalcy crumbled.

You turned to Namjoon with watering eyes.

“Joonie, I’m scared,” you whispered, your chin trembling. He looked down at you, alarmed, his eyes widening. “I’m giving up everything. What if things don’t work out?”

“Hey, hey. Shh,” Namjoon said, cupping your jaw with his hand. He wiped away the few tears that cascaded down your cheeks. “I know it’s hard–believe me, this wasn’t an easy decision for me either. But I would rather say I tried and failed than say I gave up from the start. I wouldn’t want to live the rest of my life wondering ‘what if?’”

The train lurched forward, and you sniffled, leaning further into Namjoon’s comforting touch.

“And you didn’t give up everything. You still have me. It’s you and me, forever. No matter what–I promise,” Namjoon said, stroking his thumb against the side of your jaw in slow, soothing circles. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed, your voice a mere whisper. But Namjoon heard you loud and clear. “Forever.”

Then, Namjoon leaned forwards. His lips brushed against yours in a chaste kiss. Just as quickly as he had kissed you, Namjoon sat back. You watched the landscape of your hometown fade away as the train barrelled forwards. You said nothing–you only felt. And in that moment, with Namjoon pressed securely against your side, everything felt right.

- Girl in Luv

Hi everyone! Thanks to @human-e-r-r-o-r who requested this. I know you asked for a Part 2, but I really was satisfied with the way I Guess We Changed ended. It’s actually my favourite story, and I’m like really invested in that storyline. So I hope you enjoyed this prologue, and that it gave you all more insight into the relationship between the reader and Namjoon! Thanks for reading! 


I am:
    an anthology of poetry;
    a collection of the Word by savage men
& savage women;
    a book of diaries I’ve bled in.

I am:
     a livid, vivid fire and the fractures in your bones;
     the scars and fingerprints of madmen;
     I am madmen, many
     broken into leaves of bloody glass.    Believe me
when I tell you,
                       I am vibrant.
I am:
             and I am:
the thunder in your pulse; the boiling of your veins.

I am the lightning and the rain. I set fire to and flood you. I don’t believe a person must stay broken anymore.
I’m a sinner and a whore and a beautiful and giving being.
I’m a heretic and lover. I am child. I am mother. I am god. I am the other,
   pulling forces with the fallen to bring starlight to the night.

You cannot stop me.
you cannot kill Me.
I keep coming back to hold you in the dark. I am a fallen angel. I am the gasoline, the spark of cigarettes.    A quiet match that becomes the burning shell out of a store.
   When I touch the spill
I’m brilliant.     I’m resilient and strong.

I am:
       the enchantress and magician;
the witch in the body of the temptress;   I have lips
you cannot dream up with your chisel and your marble;
and I tell you now, my Cupid’s bow can strike an arrow through your heart.

I am:
poems; divinations; fluidity and godly machinations; I am: in love with this poor hopeless world and I am:

brutally alive.

can we please talk about phil lester.

• phil “spent all night in the hospital with dan when they weren’t sure what was wrong” lester.

• phil “sends his friends customized gifts to congratulate them” lester.

• phil “makes other’s anxiety feel better by doing the thing with them” lester.

• phil “supported dan when he decided to drop university and helped him through that uncertain time” lester.

• phil “I won’t pull away first when we’re hugging bc I know you might need it” lester.

• phil “I lost a friend when I was young but I’m living with a smile because I know that’s what he would’ve wanted” lester.

• phil “I have nothing but love to give” lester.

Things will work out when they work out. If they don’t work out the way you intend, don’t fret. It is probably a reminder that something needs change or attention. It’s another experience under your belt. It’s another lesson learned. Even the best fall down sometimes…don’t be so hard on yourself. Please don’t be so hard on yourself.

And when you see those good things–and I promise you, there are so many good things–they’re going to be so much brighter for you than they are for other people, just like the abyss always seems deeper and bigger when you stare at it. If you stick it out, it’s all going to feel worth it in the end. Every moment you live, every darkness you face, they’ll all feel worth it when you’re staring light in the face.
—  Emily Henry, The Love That Split the World