there is nothing about this picture that is not perfect

You’ll end up disappointed if you think people care for you the way you care for them, nobody has a heart like you do. The the best way to avoid disappointment is to not expect anything from anyone. Fall in love with actions, not words. Don’t fall in love with ideas and thoughts instead of reality, it will be the death of you. Don’t be that person to be nice and apologize when you did nothing wrong, never make unworthy people a priority in your life. You deserve someone who actually gives a fuck about you, because you’ve spent your whole like making other people happy when all they did was leave and nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the person you thought would never hurt you, it’s funny how we let 1 single person disappoint us 1000 times. It’s like we all have this perfect picture in our minds of how things are supposed to be and that’s why we all end up being disappointed.
—  I have to stop getting my hopes up for things that will never happen.
Super Mario Brothers Boo Rating Post

super mario brothers 3: this mans a real dennis the menace lookin dude… he looks like he’d pull off some wacky stunts and tricks but they’d all be light hearted and just for his amusement. 9.1/10

super mario 64: nintendo succeeded in making an enemy in mario that i would 100% call an enemy. plain evil and untrustworthy. 9.2/10

super mario sunshine: it seems they wanted to try out a new approach with our friendly neighbourhood ghost, but it falls completely flat! look at those teeth… dear lord! 8.091/10

yoshi’s story: now here he just looks like they didnt have enough resources to make him looks good. 8.606/10

mario kart: super circuit: oh my god what in the world is happening here. 7.7/10

Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars: ok NOW we’re back in business. kind of flat looking but reminiscent of our old friend from super mario bros 3. 9.33/10

mario tennis: ok now we’ve derailed once again. 4/10

super mario world: now this is just a picture of a galoomba. whos giving me these images?! 10/10

luigi’s mansion: FEAR! FEAR! FEAR! FEAR!/10

marshmallow: marshmallow./10

papper mario: this ones just perfection, theres nothing else to enhance about him. thank you. out of 10

mario party 4: actually. this is the perfect boo. out of 10

mario party 5: Actually. this is the real perfect boo of all time

Conclusion: i love it

Positive about the ‘negative’

I thought I’d do a little post about the positive sides of some of the signs’ bad traits. As we love to generalise and make stereotypes, I think a different pov every now and then doesn’t hurt nobody✨✌🏼🤗

Aries & ‘domineering’ - we all need someone to lead us and show us the way at some point, not all of us were born to be leaders, some of us were born to support and cater for.

Taurus & 'stubborn’ - sticking with what you are comfortable with is totally ok, not all of us were meant for an adventurous life; some of us are perfectly happy without getting out of our comfort zone

Gemini & 'superficial’ - connecting with lots of people, until you find 'your person’ is how I and someone else, maybe not you, but someone else go through life; you don’t need to create meaningful relationships with absolutely everyone, you might as well save all that energy for 'the one’

Cancer & 'oversensitive’ - oversensitive doesn’t simply mean easily offended, it means going in a room full of people and being overwhelmed by the many different energies that surround you; it means having 6th sense and knowing more than others by 'just knowing’, and I’m grateful for this trait everyday, as you should be

Leo & 'attention hungry’ - wanting to be the centre of attention is understandable, considering the the powerful star that rules over you, leo; in fact, it projects on you the same type of unique energy. leo, your warmth is much needed, and for this reason we will all give you our attention

Virgo & 'the eye for detail’ - it’s okay that you notice all the little details but sometimes may miss out on the big picture; I think virgos make for great team players because of this quality - they make sure everything is perfect - every single detail, thank you

Libra and 'indecisive’ - being able to see a situation from different sides is a wonderful trait that not all of us are blessed with; some have no choice but to stay ignorant about all the possibilities there are, take your time libra

Scorpio and 'extreme’ - I wish I was one of those 'all or nothing’ people like you are, scorpio, but instead I deal with the 'almost’, with 'barely’, with 'half’; knowing what you want and ultimately going after it, and moreover, getting to the end of it is so inspiring

Sagittarius and 'taking risks’ - the desire to seek adventure is something you’re born with, you can’t learn that; you should be grateful for this trait, it sure makes your life so much more interesting; not all of us carry this kind of bravery inside us

Capricorn and 'overambitious’ - reaching for the best and striving to be a winner is such an admirable trait; I wish I was as crazily ambitious as a capricorn, but instead, I get an idea and 5 minutes later leave it for the next one to come; capricorns were meant for great things

Aquarius and 'distant’ - the curiosity that you possess on a universal level will take you far, aquarius, which is why we forgive you for taking your time to be alone - you have many interest that require your full attention. we rely on you to find new worlds one day

Pisces and 'chaotic’ - living on the edge of two worlds, the real and the imaginary one, gives a different perspective of life, actually many perspectives, and pisces, it’s okay if these perspectives overwhelm you; most of us can’t even imagine what balancing between reality and dreams is like

Tony Stark: Narcissist

Aka: A character study of Tony Stark. Aka. Why Tony Stark is not a textbook Narcissist. You need to have 5/9 of these symptoms to be diagnosed.

(1) has a grandiose sense of self-importance (e.g., exaggerates achievements and talents, expects to be recognized as superior without commensurate (Proportionate) achievements)

Look at him bragging about all these things he doesn’t really do, oh wait, no. He does pay for everything right down to the Avengers housing, and groceries. And he does design all of their gear, including their outfits, which  does make them look cooler. (See here for details on that.)

(2) is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love

I don’t even know what picture to put here, there is nothing in canon to support this idea that Tony is preoccupied with perfection. He’s preoccupied with keeping the people around him safe. 

(3) believes that he or she is “special” and unique and can only be understood by, or should associate with, other special or high-status people (or institutions)

Except that Tony does not only hang out with Bruce, in fact he spends a lot of time with Pepper who is not a genius, and Happy a normal guy who works security. Rhodey’s smart, but not on the same level Tony is, and none of the aforementioned people are in Tony’s socioeconmic group. He doesn’t view himself as above these people.

(4) requires excessive admiration

Ah yes because he reacts horribly to judgement from other people, and never changes his mind or adapts when his methods or ideas are questioned. He obviously can’t handle criticism and requires excessive phrase my bad. 

(5) has a sense of entitlement, i.e., unreasonable expectations of especially favorable treatment or automatic compliance with his or her expectations

Ah yes Tony is the one who expects to be permitted to break international law because he’s a superhero. Sorry, my bad. (Sarcasm)

(6) is interpersonally exploitative, i.e., takes advantage of others to achieve his or her own ends

Obviously Tony is the one who takes advantage of others. (Sarcasm)

(7) lacks empathy: is unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others

Tony’s response when confronted by a grieving parent was empathy, and guilt. He recognized her feelings, and sought to change the situation to prevent another similar situation in the future. 

(8) is often envious of others or believes that others are envious of him or her

He’s not envious of his friends achievements. He’s so proud of Pepper.

(9) shows arrogant, haughty behaviors or attitudes

I am Iron Man. 

Yeah Tony can show Arrogant and haughty behaviors, when put on the defensive, or when in front of a camera. That’s his job.

I am a Psych Major and I am sick and tired of Tony being called Narcissistic.  

Have a nice day


“It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Draco rolled his eyes while he brushed his hair out of his face with the back of his hand.

“I’m going to ignore that unhelpful comment.” He narrowed his eyes and examined his work. It really was far from perfect. Why wouldn’t the stupid icing cooperate?

“It looks nice.”

Draco put his hands on his hips, momentarily forgetting they were covered in flour, and scowled.

“Nice,” he repeated. “Thanks, Potter. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear after spending five hours on this thing.”

Potter sighed and put a hand on Draco’s shoulder.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It looks lovely. Well, maybe a bit scary, but… it’s a cute dragon.”

Draco felt his cheeks heat up and he slapped Potter’s hand away.

“It’s not a dragon, you imbecile!”

Potter blinked.

“Oh. Um… it’s a nice… hippogriff?”

“Why would I want it to look like something that nearly killed me?”

This time, it was Potter who rolled his eyes.

“It didn’t. Not even nearly. You really need to get over it.”

Draco snorted and picked up the piping bag. Writing something on the cake with this was so much harder than he had anticipated. And Potter watching him wasn’t exactly helping.

Maybe he shouldn’t have used so many colours to ice the cake. The writing was barely legible. This was such a mess. But he didn’t have time to start over. Frustrated, he threw the piping bag on the table.

“Why am I so bad at this?”

Draco hated being bad at something. Anything.

He felt two arms encircle his hips and Potter’s body pressing against his from behind. He rested his chin on Draco’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“Why didn’t you use magic?” he asked timidly.

You don’t need magic to do this,” Draco said quietly. “I wanted to do something like that for him, too.”

Potter said nothing to that but squeezed Draco’s hips more tightly.

“When did you become so sentimental?”

“Shut up, Potter,” Draco said and shoved him with his elbow. He glanced at the cake and sighed. “It’s a unicorn,” he said. “Well, it’s supposed to be a unicorn.” He reached inside his pocket and pointed his wand at the cake. Before he could say the incantation, Potter grabbed his hand and lowered it.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m fixing it,” Draco said, turning around to him.

“But you wanted to do this without magic,” Potter pointed out.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say that was a complete failure.”

Potter shook his head and cupped Draco’s cheek.

“Draco, it’s his first birthday. He won’t care what it looks like. He’ll probably destroy the cake within seconds as soon as you let him near it.”

“Oh, so you’re saying I did all of this for nothing?” Draco huffed. Potter smiled.

“On the contrary. I’m just saying it doesn’t have to be perfect. It will be perfect for him no matter what.”

Draco snorted, his cheeks getting warm again, but this time, it wasn’t from anger.

“Merlin, you are such a sop!”

Potter grinned at him and kissed the tip of his nose.

“And you like that about me.”

Draco couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, I guess I’m a lost cause.” He paused and looked at the cake again.

“Do you really think he’ll like it?”

“Teddy will love it. And we’ll take lots of pictures, so he’ll always remember his perfect first birthday.”

Draco snorted again.

“Soppy,” he muttered under his breath.

“Good soppy?” Potter asked, winking at him.

Draco chuckled and leaned in to give Potter a swift kiss.

“Good soppy.”






A punk stops during a gay pride parade to allow a mesmerized child to touch his jacket spikes.

I lost control about reblogging this picture. 

and this is the perfect “fuck you” to people who stereotype people like this. 

literally one of my favourite pictures ever

nothing more punk than letting small children touch your clothes spikes or hair spikes

moonlightquit  asked:

LOOK AT THE PHOTO MORE CLOSELY...They are naked?! Um Hiro, are you saying this whole time Gajeel and Levy have been doing naughty things?? Also RBOZ is doing a mini comic/comic for the picture!!!!

dude you have no idea how long I’ve been staring at that piece of perfection, they are naked as fuck, they have no clothes, Gajeel is really up in her personal space like really up in her personal space and Levy looks like she is about to have the time of her life with her man’s dick in her.

look at how happy they are being in each other’s presence with nothing but skin and air between them.

I put this on twitter but for fun’s sake lemme put it here too

Beautiful bitch’s titty is out

I do not doubt for a second that they’ve been having intimate fucking for a while now. Taking away the fact that they consensually spent a year together, a year that we don’t know exactly what happened other than the fact that they were in the council and their feelings for each other obviously grew, Mashima’s a troll and has left clues to dot together:

the first clue was this fucking blanket scandal controversy I wasn’t in the fandom when this chapter came out but i did my research and went through fairy tail confess for help as well so i know what shit went down with Gajeel being shirtless and Levy in her tank top pajama, they were the only ones in bed

lemme just bring up the fact that if Levy was asleep and barely waking up in fairy hills, you know the only known residence of hers, then when Irene’s shit wore off, and people assumingely ended up at the place they were when the war began, wouldn’t she have been near Erza and Wendy? She wasn’t she was right next to Gajeel and Lily.

second, this dirty ass innuendo, where we see Gajeel’s sparkling eyes for Levy for the first time 

that position with his arm looks familiar If he meant that with no kind of double entendre we would’ve known from Levy’s expression and Im sure she would’ve been pissed and pulled her “Gajeel’s being a stupid fuck” face  aka my favorite levy face but 

she’s cool with it, like “okay he’s going to throw me in jail alright it’s cool, this is normal, code for he’s going to fuck me”

third, the one spoken at the most heartbreaking moment 


gonna say this with a little bit of sex ed. Ok so Gajeel wants kids with Levy, kids, two children, twins, offspring, the common product of unprotected sex. In order for Gajeel to want a family with Levy he has to want to fuck her. Let me repeat, he needs to have sex with Levy in order to get the kids he wants. More vulgarly, Gajeel needs to put his dick inside of Levy’s pussy in order for Levy to get pregnant, something that Gajeel wants. Again, Gajeel needs to stick his penis inside of Levy’s vagina, make friction and have that penis ejaculate sperm which will then swim up Levy’s uterus and fight to be the first one inside of Levy’s egg which has to be attached to Levy’s fallopian tube, waiting to be fertilized  i got a B in human biology i forgot if this is how it happens but google is free so feel free to correct me, Im just going by memory rn. idk if the twins are supposed to be identical or fraternal but either way for fraternal, two eggs have to be fertilized by two sperm and for identical, one sperm penetrates one egg which will then split as the pregnancy progresses.Ok and this is based on my own view point, people can have a different viewpoint on this but for me I would have to be in an intimate relationship with someone before i think about having kids with them, idk if either Gajeel or Levy are the same way but that’s just me.

this is the one that convinced me that they’ve had sex before and that Levy likes being on top

their reunion was eye opening to me, it surprised me just how comfortable they were in this position as if they’ve done a million times before, there was no embarrassed blushes and constant apologizing for invading personal space, Levy wanted to be in Gajeel’s personal space and vice versa,

their reaction and actions after this just proved how normal this was to them

as if they weren’t just in a position where Levy looked like she was riding him, they’re not mortified, they’re not embarrassed that there was people around who saw their reunion and intimate position. 

i got no idea where the hot springs pictures go here to be honest, i don’t think they were necessary and i get it wasn’t Gajeel’s fault stupid ichiya but it was still uncomfortable for both of them I bet, they weren’t able to enjoy it because they didn’t want to be in that position at that time, it was not consensual on both parts, again i saw stupid ichiya but yeah other than that i dont know

I hope hope that Mashima gives us more in regards to them and their relationship status and how long they’ve been together but we just have to wait and see.

oh dude and you don’t even know how hyped i am about Rusky doing some art for this and I am looking forward to any fanfic or art based on that very picture because it is perfection and should be in the Louvre, Mona Lisa who??

added bonuses just to show that Levy loves Gajeel’s titties Gajeel knows this too as alluded in the “a future” panel where Levy has her hand on his upper titty:

^^this one just made me realize that they’ve lain together like that.

and Im sorry this post got so long I got carried away with this but I have a lot of feels about these two people being naked together


“He told me he wanted to make love with me. Well, I acknowledged the fact that I wanted to make love with him, and he told me to take off my clothes, so I uninhibitedly took off my clothes, and there happened to be a full length mirror in the room, and he told me to go over and look at myself in the mirror. I didn’t want to do it, so he took me by my hand and stood me in front of the mirror, and I turned away and he said, ‘Go ahead and look at yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect. You have always been perfect.’

He asked me if I had ever made love with my father. I looked at him and kind of giggled and I said, ‘No.’ And he said, ‘Have you ever thought about making love with your father?’ I said, ‘Yes.’ And he told me, ‘All right, when you are making love picture in your mind that I am your father.’ And I did, I did so, and it was a very beautiful experience.”

- Susan Atkins, member of the Manson family, on Charles Manson

Positive about the ‘negative’

Aries & ‘domineering’ - we all need someone to lead us and show us the way at some point, not all of us were born to be leaders, some of us were born to support and cater for.

Taurus & ‘stubborn’ - sticking with what you are comfortable with is totally ok, not all of us were meant for an adventurous life; some of us are perfectly happy without getting out of our comfort zone

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What Kind of Specialist Should You be?? A Quick, Easy, and Reliable Guide!

*Disclaimer: Not a real guide. Would recommend further investigation into each specialty before selling your soul to said specialty based on tongue-in-cheek guide alone.

-> Are you secretly a vampire and require to work in complete darkness? Do you like to conjure up structures that simply don’t exist? Then Radiology is for you!

-> Are you an adrenaline junkie that loves high pressure situations, rollercoasters, jumping out of an airplane, and barely alive patients? Do you get excited at the prospect of explosive diarrhea, cluster seizures, spleen ruptures, and chocolate toxicity? Then you should go into Emergency and Critical Care.

-> Do you yearn to work on nothing but dead patients for the rest of your life? Do you go the entire day longing for zero human interaction? Then you should be an Anatomical Pathologist.

-> Do you wish you could walk into every room and smell yeast? Do you relish in running your hands over oozing skin? Do you enjoy talking about allergies every 10 minutes? Dermatology is waiting for you!

-> Do you have aspirations of examining semen all day every day? Are you known as the person who makes all the inappropriate jokes? Theriogenology (Reproduction) is here for you!

-> Do you show up to parties or the grocery store with your stethoscope around your neck? Do you idealize bossing insubordinates around and perceive yourself as far superior than everyone else? Do you want to be able to boast that you can do neurosurgery, fracture repair, and a lung lobectomy all at once?  Surgery is calling to you!

-> Do you prefer that all of your patients be asleep? Do you jump for joy when there is discussion about blood gasses and capnographs? Does the minute detail of pharmacologic anesthetics make you jump for joy? Say no more, Anesthesiology is here!

-> Is your picture of a perfect night being called in at 3am for a colic surgery? Do you wish there was a language that only horse people (should!) know? Do you wear nothing but khakis and polos? Equine Surgery is a perfect fit!

-> Do you frequently dream about sitting at a desk looking at 600 slides a day? Did you ask for a microscope for Christmas? Do you have in-depths conversations at a party about the species differences on blood smears? Then Clinical Pathology it is!

-> Do you aspire to know more than anyone around you? Do you want cases that no one has figured out for 15 years? Do you think to yourself that your uncontrolled diabetic ketoacidic patient that has Cushings, a raging UTI, pancreatitis, pneumonia, heart failure, hepatic fibrosis, and lymphoma is not complicated enough? Then Internal Medicine is right for you!

Mystic Messenger : Day 2 ~ V Walkthrough (FULL ANSWERS)

I worked all alone - I cheked each answers ~ Please be considerate.

Like, reblog, or do nothing, but please don’t copy/paste it and claim it as your own… I am on my own and spent a lot of time to do this.

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What am I to you? PART 2

Too much alcohol. Too much parties. Too much fucking assholes around him. What is happening to Jooheon? And how can he stop this blind hate towards you? 

GENRE: Angst, little Fluff, little smutthish
TRIGGER WARNING:  + Mentioning of rape +

Originally posted by knjz

“Did you ever fuck her?”

Jooheon tried not to flinch by this question but Alex wasn’t really the shy type and blurted things just out. Jooheon hated this. He hated this guy and his stupid clique. He hated the parties every weekends. But what he hated the most was you.

His anger towards you was so intense, he couldn’t even look in your way. He wanted to scream at you and ask what the fuck was wrong with you, but he didn’t. He was a fucking coward and hated himself the most of all these things.

“Hey! Earth to Jooheon!” Alex waved his hand right in front of Jooheons face.
“You seem distracted… did you think about Y/N?”

Jooheon looked at Alex and was so fucking ready to punch him and break his stupid nose. How dare he talking about you?

“No. I’d never fu… We were best friends. Just friends. Not more.” he mumbled and teared the grass beneath his feet apart.

“Whaaaat? But she’s so freakin hot! How couldn’t you even think about fucking her until she screams and can’t walk anymore?”

Jooheon tried not to think about the picture that Alex implied but he couldn’t stop imagine about you.

But he didn’t wanted to fuck you senseless into the mattress… he wanted to look in to your eyes when he slowly pushed inside of you for the first time. He didn’t wanted you screaming, he wanted that you mewl and whine his name with those perfect apricot lips. And it would hurt a little at first but he would whisper cute nothings into your ear until you relax.
Because he knew you were a virgin. He knew everything about you.

And then, you two would sleep with each other in your arms and everything would be fucking perfect and then he would say…

“Maybe she fucks those hot gut who was with her. What was his name again? Wonho?”
Angie, the blonde girl besides Jooheon said it.
“He’s one of the hottest ulzzangs on the campus. I heard that his abs are like the abs of a greek god…”

Jooheon tried to stay calm after hearing his name. Bad enough that he saw you and Wonho holding hands today in this café, and know he heard all those things that girls loved Wonho for. Fucking batshit.

“She seemed kinda shy. Maybe she’s a virgin.” the other girl said. She had short green hair and Jooheon forgot her name already five minutes after she told him.

“I would fucking teach her blowjobs…” Alex muttered and smirked to himself.

“When’s the party starting today?” Jooheon asked and quickly jumped onto his feet.

“8 pm I guess.” Alex shrugged his shoulders.  

“Ok. I’ll see you then.” Jooheon said and walked away.
Alex was a perv and definitely fucked every girl on the whole campus. Except you.
He was so angry and disgusted in himself. What was wrong with him? He skipped classes, he drank too much, he dreamed over a girl he couldn’t have because he was just her best friend.

“Hey, Jooheon! Wait!”

Jooheon stopped and turned his head. Fuck.

“Jooheonie! Where are you going?” Wonho laughed and put a hand on Jooheons shoulder.

I wish I could destroy his perfect white teeth, maybe then he would lost this annoying smile…

“Just going to the dorm.” he simply answered.

“I see… Well, to be honest I wanted to talk to you. See, you hang out a lot with Alex and his clique lately, and we’re just worried about you.”

Jooheon tried so hard to hate Wonho, but he couldn’t. Wonho was always a good friend to him…

“Especially Y/N is worried, you know.”

There it was again. All this blind hate towards you… Why did Wonho knew how you feel? Did you run into his arms and told him every fucking detail in your life? When did this start? When did you rather go to Wonho instead of him? And when the freakin fucking fuck did you started to call Wonho ‘Oppa’?! You never called Jooheon 'Oppa’, but he was older too!

“Aw c'mon… why don’t you all go and fuck yourself?” he mumbled and then just walked away. Wonho still stood there, slowly shaking his head.

The party was too loud, too full and too annoying. Fraternity party’s where the worst…

“Hey, what about we’re looking for a private room?” Angie asked after Jooheon sat beside her on the big sofa. Ugh. No thanks. He didn’t wanted another woman…  

“Maybe later…” he mumbled.

“Awww, c'mon Jooheonie!” she mewled and Alex began to laugh.  

“Yeah, go and fuck Angie. She’s a good sucker. Right, Angie?” he winked after Angie showed him the middle finger.

Jooheon closed his eyes and just listened to the music. Sort of electro mixed with Skrillex and a few high pitched screams.

“Well, well, well… Look who found the way inside of the lions den. The little shy kitten.”

Jooheon opened his eyes and couldn’t believe what he saw: You, standing in the door and looking around.
You looked just perfect in every way for him. A cute black dress and your wonderful long hair felt over your shoulders.

“Jooheonie! I’m drunk an horny! Why won’t you play with me?” Angie whispered into his ear and before he could even move away, she kissed him.
He tasted the alcohol on her lips and her perfume who was way too intense.

“Hey Kitten. We are here! Come sit with us…”

Jooheon pushed the girl lightly away and looked at you. He saw Alex patten his lap and saw your disgusted face and couldn’t be more relieved. Of course you wouldn’t do such a thing.
Then your eyes met and he wanted to slap himself. You looked so fucking sad and worried, he just wanted to held you in his arms.

“No thanks, I just wanted to look for Jooheon.”
your cute voice was music to his ears. How could you sound so innocent and pure?

“Oh, look Jooheon. You’re mommy is here again.” Angie scoffed and the other ones started to laugh.

“What do you want here?” his voice sounded harsher that he thought.
But what we’re you actually doing here? Here in this shithole full of pervs and criminals?

“I… I j-just…” you began but your voice died.

This happened to you since the first grade of middle school after Mrs. Wandler had called you out in front of the whole class.  
A few days later Jooheon mixed laxative into her coffee, because when he saw you there standing, stuttering and completely nervous, he fell in love with you. Since this day you were his very first priority.

“Where’s Wonho?” he asked but regretted it at the same second. Tears started to form in your eyes and then you just turned around.

“Forget it.”

And then you were gone… He hated himself so much. Why was he such an idiot towards you? He needed to apologise. Very fast or he would lose you forever.

“I’m going.” he sat and stood up.

“No! Where?” Angie seemed disappointed but he couldn’t care less.

He looked around for Alex but he was gone. Strange… Wasn’t he there a few minutes back then?
Doesn’t matter. He needed to go to your dorm and talk to you.


What the…? Was this your voice? Was he dreaming? He shook his head and claimed the loud music for this delusion.


Ok, no. This was definitive NOT imagination. This was your voice. Loud enough to hear all over this shitty music. Jooheon looked around but all he saw where drunk people who puked on the carpet or fucked against a wall. Fucking circus.
Then his look fell onto the door next to the stairs and pressed his ear against it.
And then he heard it.

You cried.

“Please don’t…”

Meanwhile you were a crying mess and tried to push this guy away from you but he held your hands over your head and kissed your neck.

“Are you a virgin? Just virgins are whining that much…” he laughed and you could have puked right there.
“But don’t worry Kitten, I’m gonna make you feel so good… you will beg for more and my dick.”

“Stop! Please stop! I don’t want this!” the tears ran down your cheeks but he just laughed and moved down over your body.

You felt his hands roaming over your stomach after he pushed your dress up. This was a nightmare. Your parents always told you to never go at this party’s. You knew it!
And now you were lying here, half naked and being raped in less than 5 minutes.

Just as his mouth arrived your panties, the door flew open with a loud Bang.
You saw Jooheon standing there and looked into his eyes when you saw something different into his gaze.

He snapped.

“You fucking asshole!” he yelled and his fist flew into the other guys face.
“I’m going to fucking murder you! You piece of shit!”

You just sat there a few seconds but then you suddenly awaken from your trance and saw what happened:

Jooheon leaning over the other guy, beating him again and again till blood ran all over his face and Jooheons hands.

“Jooheon! Stop!” you screamed but he didn’t listen. He just bashed the other guys head again and again.

“Jooheon! Please! You’re going to kill him!” you tried to push him away and finally he registered you and catched his breath.


“I’m here. I’m here.” you whispered and hugged him as thight as you could.

“What the fuck happened…” he asked and tears started to run over his cheeks.

The walk back to the dorms was quiet. Nobody talked. Nobody didn’t knew what to say. It was only when they stood at your door of your dorm.

“Do you want to come inside and talk?” you asked softly and Jooheon only nodded.

You two sat on your bed, a cup of hot coffee in their hands and kept silent.

“Y/N, what happened before… I… I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

“Did he hurt you?”


“Did he… touched you?”

You didn’t know what to say. It was so damn close…

“I’m fine.”

Jooheon stood up and walked up and down in the small bedroom.
“Don’t lie to me. Tell me what he did… You must talk about this, Y/N.”

Jooheon leaned down and looked you dead serious in to the eyes.

“Jooheonie… I’m fine.” you spoke softly again. “Thanks to you…”

“I’m such an idiot…” he sighed and leaned into your neck.

“No. You saved me.” you whispered and ran your fingers trough his hair.

And then Jooheon looked up. Just a few inches away from you before he pressed his lips against yours.
You two fell behind in your bed and he softly kissed you and caressed your cheek.

“Jooheon…” you whimpered when you felt his fingers against your stomach. You needed him. You needed him to erase all those horrible memories from before.

“What?” he asked and looked straight into your eyes.

“I… I ned y-you…” you managed to say.

“After all this? Y/N, are you sure?” You found concern in his beautiful face.

“Yes… please.”

He quietly hummed against your neck and peppered it with small kisses.
“I’m not sleeping with you tonight…”


“Sh-Sh…” he pressed a finger against your lips. “This should be something special. But I’m going to make you feel good. I promise you, Baby.”

After managing to put your dress down, you were laying down again and watched what he was doing.
Jooheons eyes never lost your eyes and moved lower till he moved your panties slowly aside.

You felt his single finger against your womanhood and moaned softly.

“Does that feel good, Baby?” he asked and you nodded.


He slid your panties down and carefully spread your legs till they were completely parted and in front of his face.

Jooheon couldn’t believe all this. There you were lying: The girl he loves the most and with every fibre in his body. Legs spread wide and sofly panting.

The first lick against your clit was careful, soft. But after hearing you moaning, he licked again. This time a little harder.

“Oh god…” you moaned and saw him smirking.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes… yes. Please don’t stop… it feels good.”

After hearing your words, Jooheon added a finger in your meanwhile throbbing hole and softly pushed it in and out.

“I’m your first one right?” he asked and you opened your eyes.  
Of course he was! Who else would you ever want? You just wanted to feel all this kind of things with the man you loved.

“Of course…” you said and your fingers waved trough his hair.

After that he added another finger and brought his mouth back to your clit. He was sucking, nibbling and licking against it and you had the feeling to explode. His fingers were in a steady rhythm but the mixture of his fingers and his tongue pushed you over the edge.

“Oh god! Jooheon! Oh fuck…” you moaned out loudly and arched your back to the max.

There it was: the mewling and whimpering of his name in your cute voice. It was like music to his ears and he had to be careful not to come undone into his pants. He wanted to sleep with you, to push you softly into your bed or held you against the wall in the shower… but not today.

Today he just wanted to make you feel good and relaxed. This was his apologise to you…

Jooheon crawled on top of you and looked into your eyes.
“Y/N… I have to tell you something and why I was such a dick the last days…”

“Tell me…”'you whispered.

“I lov-”

“Y/N??? Are you here? Please open the door! I heard what happened!” Wonho basically bashed the door.  

Jooheon looked into your eyes and you saw as your sweet and caring friend disappeared and turned  into this cold ice statue again.

ok I’m going the fucking sleep. it’s 2 am now and imm going to hate myself in the morning but heeeeey!
thank you all so much for liking the first part and for all your cute messages i received. request are now open. feel free to request something!
good night my little night owls~

Owned - pt 10

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

“Darling, look at this arrangement. They’re so beautiful!” Mrs. Kim said.

The flowers you gave her were, of course, from the best shop in town.

The reporters were buying everything. Mr. Kim smiled and nodded at his wife.

“I’m glad you like them.” You said.

Namjoon remained silent.

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Acatalepsy | oneshot

Originally posted by kaibility

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Scenario: Soulmate AU
Pairing: Kai/Reader
Word Count: 10131
Rating: T (warning for angst. i’m not kidding, this is 10k words of pure heartbreak)

Summary:  In a world where soulmates are banned and their soulmarks genetically destroyed, one shows up on your wrist on your thirteenth birthday. 

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BTS Reaction × Cheating × Angst 🌧


So delayed because I just write too much sometimes :)

Rap Monster

You felt something was off when you couldn’t find him at BTS’ new album celebration party. No, you thought it was weird since he texted you that he arrived at the party already and that you should find your own ride here but no negative thoughts came to your mind, you trusted Namjoon with everything you had. As you chatted away to a few people to distract yourself, your boyfriend comes to view looking more handsome than ever you had excused yourself and made way to him with the biggest smile dancing on your lips. He hadn’t realised you were here until you stood in front of him.

“Hi” you whispered with a shy smile as you hugged him and thats when you notice a feminine scent on him, a scent that couldn’t belong to you as you haven’t seen your boyfriend let alone that suit for at least 2 weeks due to comeback preparation. Feeling his body become stiffer only to pull away your eyes wander up his chest to his collar where you notice hickeys on his neck. With tears pricking your eyes you looked into his and asked “Wh-what’s this?” while pointing your fingers to his marked neck. 

It felt like hours of silence but you knew his guilty expression had said it all, you turned around and headed for the door. That night he had left you hundreds of message saying that he couldn’t live without you and that he was out of his mind to do this to you, all of which you tried your hardest not to crave into. 


You knew Jin was cheating on you when Taehyung had accidentally called you Yuna, and you definitely were not Yuna. You had no idea that your continuous pestering on who Yuna is (of which you thought Taehyung had a crush on) would end up revealing that she’s the person who your boyfriend JIN was spending time with when he gave you excuses of needing to “improve before the comeback”. Betrayed you confront your boyfriend only to find him beg for forgiveness and that he had been having “too much pressure” and was getting “drunk” frequently, all of which you knew were just lies because it was not just on one occasion and so you had decided to leave and live your life too.


You and Suga would frequently take time apart when it comes near to BTS’ comeback preparation as you know how stressed your man gets when he has to compose, write and record good music all of which were enough to drain him and you did not want to add more to that pile of responsibility. What you did not usually do was get with someone else which was the scene laid out in front of you. 

Suga was kissing a girl who you recognised as a BigHit trainee sat on top of the table, all hands over each other. You had made your presence known when you drop the food you wanted to give to him thinking he wouldn’t be eating but it seems like he was taking care of himself way too well. He turns around to you wide-eyed meeting your tearful gaze before you run out. As you open the door of your car a hand you know too well caught your wrist. “I’m so sorry, I’ve been stressed out you know I’d never do this to you, I’m so sorry Y/N I really need you” You would have got into your car if you had not heard him begging you not to go with the most sincere apologetic face ever, and you had decided to give him another chance. 


You found out that he cheated when he started treating you weird, he never cuts your conversations short and the guilty look in his face whenever he saw you had lead you to question him about whats wrong. When he told you, you felt stupid and betrayed and packed the clothes you could gather in your shared apartment to leave thinking its the end of your relationship. When he goes to his knees and tears escape his eyes you hesitated to leave. 

“I really wanted to tell you but it happened too quickly I was drunk and I feel so disgusting but please don’t leave, I’d never do it if I was thinking straight” and his continuous apologies would lead you to look past it. 


There was nothing more painful than finding out that your boyfriend was screwing your “friend” and he pretends that everything is okay. He was cuddling you after coming home from “Late practice” which your “friend” had told you would use as an excuse every time he had met her. Furious and absent-minded you asked him “is there anything you wanna tell me?” which he replies with “no babe I had a long day” while caressing your sides. “If you really care about me answer it this with honest, is there really nothing” alarmed he cuts off skin contact to dare and look into your eyes “I would tell you, honest” and thats when you push him to the side and explode. He was lying and he didn’t even care about it.

“So screwing Hani is really nothing you wanna tell me? How fucking dare you” you got up to be pulled back by strong arms and pleading arms “I didn’t want to hurt you” he was just giving excuses you thought “Please let’s jus- no just please give me one more chance you know I need you” he begged before you slammed the dorm’s door. 


Being with a man as perfect as Taehyung had made you self-conscious since you first started dating, you always thought you weren’t good enough for him and when you heard a news media outlet releasing pictures of who you thought was your man and an actress he had acted with in a drama before holding hands. You began to cry and curse at yourself for your incompetence, something you knew you shouldn’t do but if you were pretti- no if you treated him better maybe he wouldn’t have looked around for someone else.

Taehyung ran to your apartment as soon as the media covered the scandal and he knew you were probably broken and hated himself for it. When he arrived and saw your state he started crying as he knew he would never be able to forgive himself for doing this to you. 

“Please, stand up you don’t deserve to cry” he would manage to say and showered you with compliments in hopes to wash away any negativity, all of which you knew were gonna be useless when you ended the relationship there and then.


Jungkook blushing whenever he looks at his phone and when he would spend too much time outside the house, even when they had no schedule or practice had made you suspicious. You thought confronting him would be a good idea to clear things in your head  but you couldn’t bring yourself to it. You decided to just look through his phone instead and you discovered messages you wish you had never read

You walked to where he was sitting playing computer games only to throw his phone at him with the most disgusted look in your face, you had hidden your broken feelings deep not wanting to give him to have the satisfaction of seeing you break down. He looked up at your expression questioningly. “What’s up babe?” He’d ask while turning around to continue his game “Really? You’re gonna pretend Jenny doesn’t exist?” “Who-what? wow so you go through my phone now” he’d look at you astonished “I wouldn’t have had to if you weren’t being suspicious, How could I have asked you if you don’t even spend time with me anymore?”

He’d realise he messed up but his pride seemed way to important to him and he didn’t want to give in and beg you forgiveness when you looked through his messages without permission. He would regret it so much when he saw you walk out with tears in your eyes after being ignored knowing he messed up and lost someone so precious for someone temporary.

love // dylan o'brien

Summary: Dylan shows Y/N the true meaning of love

Requested: no, inspired by my sis @stilinski-jpeg & this song

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: no


What is love?

Love is subjective.

It never feels the same way for two people, that’s why it’s so hard to explain what it is when people ask.

When you’re a kid, love is just a word that makes you feel bubbly inside. It makes you feel warm and protected. Although the words have no meaning to you yet, they still make you feel comforted.

Growing up, you only ever care about love when it’s Valentine’s Day.

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Wedding Series -Part 1 (The Proposal

Harry had done quite a few nerve wracking things in his lifetime. Sold out stadiums and arenas, given many award acceptance speeches, and preformed alongside some of his biggest musical idols. But nothing, nothing can compare to this moment right now; in front of you, on one knee, asking you to spend the rest of your life with him.

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Someday Your Child May Cry

Previous: Question | Preparations | Irrational | Confession | Collateral | Thoughtless | Interrupted | Recovering | Irresponsible | Possibility | Devastation | Confrontation | Generous | Confirmation | Understanding | Sight | Insatiable | Agreement | Family | Threatened | Terrified | Helpless | Mourning

24. Evasion

Agents Mulder and Scully generally arrive in Assistant Director Skinner’s office in one of three ways. 

Most commonly, they stride through the door confidently with their heads held high, fully prepared to justify whatever insanity they’re being called to the carpet to defend. Sometimes, they slink in with their heads hanging down, an almost palpable aura of guilt surrounding them, steeling themselves to weather the ass-kicking they know they probably deserve. And once in awhile, usually when Skinner calls them in while a case is still in progress, one or both of them will be nervous and jumpy, all but shouting that they’ve got something in the works, that they’re about to do something reckless that will most likely lead to them being called back to this office within days.

Today, though, when Mulder and Scully arrive and take their usual seats in front of the desk, Skinner can tell immediately that something is different. Mulder is all nerves, to be sure, fidgeting restlessly in his chair, crossing and uncrossing his legs, searching his pockets for something to play with, and repeatedly looking at Scully. She, on the other hand, is the perfect picture of calm, legs crossed at the ankles, her hands clasped in her lap. She seems wholly unflappable, her demeanor making it perfectly clear that nothing that Skinner says or does will rattle her.

“Thank you for coming, Agents,” he says, seating himself behind his desk. “I’m sure you’re wondering what this is about.”

“Yes, Sir, we are,” says Scully. To her left, Mulder continues to fidget.

Skinner pauses for a moment before continuing. He’s walking a very fine line here, he knows it, and he can read all too clearly in Scully’s face that she knows it, too. There are things he’s not permitted to ask, or even insinuate, but if he could just convince them, for once, that he’s on their side….

“Agent Mulder, I’m glad to see you back from your medical leave,” he says.

“Thank you, Sir,” Mulder says, looking bewildered. Clearly this wasn’t what he’d been expecting.

“But before I officially sign off on your return to the field,” Skinner continues, “I need to know: is there anything that I need to know about your physical condition that might make your returning to active duty an unwise idea?” He looks back and forth between them. “Either of you?” Scully narrows her eyes.

“If you have questions regarding my health, Sir,” she says in a clipped voice, “please state them clearly.” Skinner curses to himself. Does she have to make it so damn difficult when all that he wants to do is help?

“I’m not trying to pry into your personal business, Agent Scully,” he says carefully. “I just want to make certain, as your superior, that I am doing all that I can to keep both of you safe. And if there’s any reason that field assignment is not the appropriate place for one or both of you- even if it’s only a temporary situation- I need to know.” He sighs. “I’m on your side, Agents. I want to make things easier for you, not harder. Is that so hard to believe?” Scully’s face softens ever so slightly. She glances at Mulder, who gives the slightest of shrugs.

“At this time, Sir,” Scully says, her voice a little less formal now, “there is nothing that would render either Agent Mulder or myself unfit for active duty. But I can promise you that if that changes, we’ll let you know at once. You don’t need to worry about m-” She stops herself. “About us staying in the field past the point where it could be considered safe.” Skinner holds her gaze for a moment longer; then, finally, he nods in concession. This is all the confirmation Scully is willing to give him right now, and he’ll have to be satisfied. He knows better, by now, than to try to force anything from her that she doesn’t want to give. It’s an exercise in futility.

“All right, then, Agents,” he says. “That will be all.” At his dismissal, Mulder and Scully rise to leave, Mulder looking relieved beyond measure as he allows Scully to precede him to the door. “Oh, and Agents?” They stop and turn back. “Off the record… congratulations.”


It’s hours later when Mulder meets him in a back table at The Headless Woman. Scully, Skinner knows, doesn’t much like this place, ever since Agent Pendrell’s fatal shooting here, almost three years ago, so he’s not surprised when Mulder slides into the booth across from him alone. He orders a beer from the server as she’s passing, then turns to face Skinner.

“So,” he says, heaving a sigh, “I guess you’ve got some questions.”

“A few,” says Skinner wryly. “I thought… that is, I was under the impression that this wasn’t possible.” He’s read the reports, of course. They might not all make perfect sense to him, but he’s been able to understand the basics: whoever had taken Scully, years ago, had kept her ova when they’d returned her. There had been that sad business with the little girl out in California the Christmas before last- Skinner can’t remember her name- and he’s always sensed that asking Scully for any clarification on the issue would border on cruelty.

“There was one thing I never told you,” says Mulder. “I only told Scully less than two years ago, actually. Not too long after she was diagnosed with cancer, during the early days of our investigation, I found a vial of Scully’s ova at a top-secret research facility. The baby Scully is carrying was conceived through in-vitro fertilization, using those ova.”

“And are you-”

“I’m the father, yes,” Mulder confirms, and Skinner would have to be blind to miss the pride in his subordinate’s face. “Scully asked me to help her.” Mulder’s beer arrives, and he takes a long swig. “It took a few tries, but we got there in the end.”

“When is she due?”

“Right around Christmas. As of now she’s planning to stay in the field as long as possible, but she’s promised me she won’t work one day longer than she feels able.” Skinner snorts; he can’t quite help it.

“Scully kept working through cancer until she quite literally passed out in my arms and nearly bled to death in front of half the bureau’s top brass,” he says, shaking his head. “What makes you think she’ll be any different now?”

“Because then, she was only risking her own health,” says Mulder. “After everything it took to get us here, she’s not about to take any unnecessary risks, believe me. This is too important to her- to both of us.”

“So am I to assume your duties didn’t end with your donation, then?” Skinner asks, and Mulder looks at him incredulously.

“Of course not,” he says. “I’m in this with her, a hundred percent. I want this just as much as she does.” Skinner nods and sits back in his booth, taking a long pull from his scotch.

“So you’re going to be a father,” he says, finally, and Mulder grins.

“Yeah,” he says. “Does that scare the shit out of you or what?” Skinner considers it thoughtfully.

“You know what?” he says. “I know it should… but somehow, no, it doesn’t.”

Ficlet: Birthday Aesthetic

Dan woke to the shivery feeling of breath against his neck and a sleep-husky voice saying, “Happy birthday.” He weakly swatted at the face sending the air whispering across his sensitive skin, but smiled at the same time.

“You already said that at midnight,” he mumbled, not wanting to wake up quite yet. But Phil’s arms tightened around him and he turned in the familiar embrace to find Phil already wearing his glasses and a smile that matched Dan’s own.

“I know. But then we went to sleep, and now we’re waking up, so it’s like your birthday’s starting all over again,” Phil reasoned in a way that only Phil could. Dan wasn’t awake enough to point out the flaws in his logic, so he just snuggled in closer.

He lay there for a moment, letting himself wake slowly as he listened to Phil’s heart beating under his ear, then requested hopefully, “Mario Kart?”

Phil’s chest bounced Dan’s head up and down as he laughed. “You’re the king on your birthday. I am your lowly subject, and your wish is my command.”

Dan grinned. “My wish is to kick your ass at Mario Kart.”

Phil laughed again and gently moved from beneath Dan, getting out of the bed and putting on pajamas that indicated clearly this was going to be a lazy day at home, just like Dan had wanted. They’d go out with friends tonight, but the rest of the day wasn’t going to involve anything that involved real clothes. Maybe some things that involved no clothes, though. He eyed Phil speculatively, and Phil raised an eyebrow in response.

Dan got out of bed and pulled on a black t-shirt and pair of track bottoms, then followed Phil out to the upstairs lounge. Phil turned to look at him. “Your birthday breakfast order, Your Majesty?”

“Doritos and salsa,” Dan replied.

Phil nodded sagely. “Ah. We’re going for the healthy option this morning.” He glanced at the clock and amended, “Or this afternoon.” Then he headed off to the kitchen to raid their snack stash.

Dan collapsed onto the sofa and looked around. He loved the smoothly modern aesthetic of their new flat. No more creaking floor boards, peeling wallpaper, and leaking pipes. The new place felt much more like him. Like the new Daniel Howell. He was happy Phil had been so relaxed about the whole thing and had let Dan have his own way about most of it.

Phil brought in the chips and salsa, and for a quick moment Dan remembered the “fanfic” they’d recreated for one of the PINOFs. He chuckled, and Phil asked, “The fanfic?” It was eerie sometimes how in sync their brains were. Dan just grinned at him and nodded, then grabbed the game controller.

They played a couple games, taking snack breaks occasionally, and at one point Phil took a picture of him with his phone. Dan barely blinked, accustomed by now to Phil documenting his every move.

“You never used to bite the controller,” Phil pointed out. Dan looked at him questioningly, removing the device from his mouth where he had placed it in frustration. “You made fun of me when you first noticed that I do it. Now you do it all the time.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “That’s because you’re a terrible influence.”

Phil shrugged. “True.” They both giggled. “I’m going to tweet this picture with your birthday message,” Phil announced, typing into his phone.

Dan grabbed his own phone and said, “Then I’ll have to write my own birthday tweet, too.”

Their tweets went up almost at the same time, and Dan shoved Phil’s shoulder when he saw what he’d written. “Nothing about how great I am? Just a picture of me being a dork with a birthday hat pasted on?”

Phil looked at him and bit his lip, looking uncertain. “Did you want me to write something more…”

But Dan cut him off. “No, Phil. This is perfect.” He smiled to show that he meant it. He knew when his mum called to wish him a happy birthday, she would comment on how impersonal Phil’s tweet had been in comparison to Dan’s tweet on Phil’s birthday, but she’d never really understood their relationship. She didn’t understand that, despite his degree in language and linguistics, Phil didn’t show his love through soppy words. Dan was the one who said, “I love you,” most often, the one who gave Phil flowery compliments and talked about him in glowing terms.

What his mum, and pretty much everyone else, didn’t understand was how “I love you” could be just as effectively expressed by a happy smile while giving someone a free hand to decorate the new flat, or a teasing whisper against a sensitive neck, or chips and salsa for birthday breakfast.

Dan didn’t need flowery words. Phil told him in a thousand ways how much he loved him, and Dan saw it every day when he looked at the sleek new white sofa, the shiny metal handrails of the flat’s stairway, and the moonscape of their new bedroom. This entire flat was a testament to Phil’s love for him, even if no one else could see it.