these are just the ones i could remember


Continuation of this (sort of).

Harry Potter thought he would never fall in love again.

How could he, after everything that had happened?

He felt empty inside, not capable of any emotion; except despair.

He didn’t blame his friends for being in love. He was happy for them. At least, if that was what happiness felt like. He didn’t know anymore. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d felt happy.

How could he, after they had lost so many loved ones?

He didn’t know what day it was, what month. Everything blurred together and didn’t make sense anymore. Dragging himself out of bed became harder every day. Because… what did it matter? What difference would it make if he just disappeared? He had served his purpose. Nobody needed him anymore.

Going to classes seemed so pointless. What did he care if he’d pass his N.E.W.T.s? It wasn’t like he had any plans for his future.

How could he, if he didn’t even know how he’d make it through today?

His friends were keeping their distance. He’d pushed them away so many times, they had stopped trying. At least for now.

Ginny had tried to talk to him a few days ago and it had broken his heart to tell her that nothing had changed. Being with her just didn’t feel right anymore. It didn’t feel right to be with anyone right now. He just wanted to be alone.

Playing Quidditch didn’t bring him the joy it once had. Treacle Tart tasted like paper. Hogwarts didn’t feel like home anymore.

He wanted to escape, wanted to leave everything behind. He didn’t have it in him to fight anymore, to push through.

How could he, when everything around him was crumbling down?

It was funny, really; irony of fate, if you will, that a seemingly insignificant incident made Harry momentarily forget about his despair.

He was walking down a corridor when he spotted something on the floor; a piece of parchment. He wouldn’t have given it a second look, if he hadn’t recognised his own handwriting. He frowned as he picked it up and read it. He had totally forgotten about this. But why was it here?

He waited until classes were over, when Malfoy was stuffing his books into his bag, to walk over to him.

“I think you dropped this,” Harry said. Malfoy blinked at him, then at the parchment. He suddenly looked less pale than he usually did.


Harry didn’t ask him how it had ended up in the corridor. The only explanation was that he was carrying it around with him, even though Harry had given it to him weeks ago. Had he even looked at it?

“You know what, I think you need that more than me right now,” Malfoy murmured and stuffed the last book into his bag.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Harry didn’t like the sympathetic tone of Malfoy’s voice.

“You know exactly what I mean, Potter,” Malfoy said. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the changes. All you do these days is mope. And while I can’t exactly blame you for that, it’s depressing. So honestly, while you’re being like this, these words mean nothing.” He pointed at the parchment. “How am I supposed to believe that, when the person who wrote this doesn’t seem to believe it himself?” Malfoy gave him a weird look before he turned away to leave. “I thought you were giving me hope, but I guess these were just empty words.”

Harry was rendered speechless. It was like Malfoy had smacked him right across the face. It didn’t mean nothing. They weren’t just empty words. He had really meant them. But, as much as he hated to admit it, he could see Malfoy’s point.

He tossed and turned all night, unable to forget the look on the Slytherin’s face. It wasn’t fair of him to throw something like that in Harry’s face. But, again, he had to admit that Malfoy wasn’t wrong.

As Harry stared at the ceiling of his dorm, he came to a decision. He would show Malfoy that he believed what he had written. That there was hope. He didn’t want Malfoy to lose faith… like he had.

It was subtle at first. Harry would sit next to Malfoy in classes, look for him in the library…

When Hermione came to talk to him in the common room a few weeks later, Harry realised it might have not been as subtle as he had thought.

“Whatever happened between the two of you, I think it’s good,” she said. She was smiling at him, but she still looked a little sad. Harry said nothing. “I don’t understand what’s going on exactly, but I’m glad you’re better.”

Harry frowned at her. Better? She patted him on the shoulder and went over to the window, to continue studying with Ron.

Harry stared at the book in front of him, not taking in what he was reading. What was Hermione talking about? He didn’t feel any different.

“Wrong chapter, Potter.”

Harry looked up to see Malfoy throwing down his bag and sitting down beside him on the sofa.

“We already covered that two weeks ago.” He took the book from Harry’s lap and flipped through the pages. Harry watched him and was very aware of the fact that their shoulders were touching. As his stomach made a little flip, his eyes widened. He did feel different.

While he had been busy trying to show Malfoy that he could believe in him, making an effort to show him he could be better, he hadn’t realised that it had happened for real. And apparently it hadn’t been the only thing that had happened.

“Are you okay?” Malfoy asked, brushing Harry’s bangs out of his face like it was the most normal thing in the world. It made Harry smile.

“Yeah,” he murmured, not so subtly moving closer to the Slytherin. “I’m okay.”

A few weeks ago, that would have been a lie. Now, Harry still felt a little off balance, but there was one very significant difference. He had hope.

Not so long ago, Harry Potter thought he would never fall in love again.

Turns out, he couldn’t have been more wrong.


It begins here for me on this road. How the whole mess happened I don’t know, but I know it couldn’t happen again in a million years. Maybe I could of stopped it early, but once the trouble was on its way, I was just goin’ with it. Mostly I remember the girl. I can’t explain it - a sad chick like that, but somethin’ changed in me. She got to me, but that’s later anyway. This is where it begins for me right on this road.

what-tis-this-nonsense  asked:

idk if u still take writing prompts...but could write some stucky fluff or Steve!Thor fluff???

here is a little teeny fluffy stucky just 4 u!

Bucky doesn’t like to do much talking. 

Sometimes, he feels like it’s just too hard to get the words out of his voicebox. They’ll pile up inside his mind but when he tries to let them out, they get stuck somewhere in his throat- like his own voice was another casualty of his time with Hydra. Sometimes, his voice feels it could work just fine if he could only get the words to just form in his head. It’s rare to have a day where everything feels like it’s working well at once. Today isn’t one of them.

Keep reading

There’s always this trend in TG. When character actions are going a certain way and things are piling up, people start theorising about what will happen next in certain fights or to certain characters, and then Ishida just flips the table at us all. 

I remember these vibes clearly with the Tsukiyama extermination arc, the series could have gone so many places with the CCG, things were logically following each other… and then *table flip* Kaneki regains his memories and becomes Black Reaper, and Shirazu dies. Things changed completely.

And I remember them with the Anteiku raid, the arc was just starting to build up with Kaneki and his group, mysteries were being revealed one at a time, Rize’s mystery seemed within reach…and then *table flip* Anteiku raid happened, and Kaneki just… died.

And it was the same for Cochlea/Rushima, fights were happening, people were theorising how each one will go…and then *table flip* the Washuus are ghouls, Tsuneyoshi is killed, Eto is defeated and Furuta takes power…

Ishida just loves his table flips, so this dragon bit here…I love it too.

One more thing..

I wanted to bring up the subject of judging others posts. Not everybody has the same tastes in what turns them on. Yes I know a lot of the stuff on here could be illegal where you live. But you have to remember that the majority of the submissions are just visual words for the sole purpose for others to get off too. There’s no harm in that. If I see a post I think is 100% true and it involves ANYONE being forced or hurt I won’t post it. Sorry, it will get deleted and you will get a DM saying why.

There was somebody yesterday that came into two of the submissions that my followers sent to me and they left a nasty remark in each. I left a message and that’s all I’m going to say about it. If it happens again they will be blocked. That goes for anybody else. This place is supposed to be a pleasurable area for people to express what turns them on and a place where people can come find pleasure without being judged.

If you find a submission that is not your cup of tea, not something you believe in, something you find disgusting or something you just don’t agree with, please keep scrolling. Don’t like it, don’t comment on it and don’t DM me about it. I want people to not feel nervous or scared to post here.

Thank you and sorry for my rant but I don’t care for negativity. 💋💋

anonymous asked:

(ghost stripe v smoke anon) ooo thanks! i have a litter of kittens and i wasnt sure if one was a smoke or not, you dont have to answer this i just wanted to thank you ^^

yeah no problem! and remember you’ll only get a smoke from a silver or smoke parent, so if neither of the parents are then there’s no way a kit could be

anonymous asked:

49, 56, 75, 153

  • 49: Am I excited for anything?

Just answered, but another one is uh… a short vacation home for Thanksgiving?

  • 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

I’m desperate to meet my nini someday :( I’ve seen him but I didn’t properly meet him, you know? I’d love to tell him even a little bit of what he means to me, and how proud I am.

  • 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

I can’t remember if I was already asleep.. since I slept for a thousand hours.. but if I was awake, I guarantee I was on this hell site.

  • 153: My closest Tumblr friend

my actual best friend irl is @waikayemm, but the pals I talk to nearly everyday are @peachysuho, @dulcesuho, @bulba-suho-r, @suavesehun@enbywankenobi, and @kainnibal (my fav friend for crying about jongin). 


anonymous asked:

what's all of your stims? Do you have any visual ones? What about ones you can remember when you were younger? Are there any that you prefer over others?

i mean, i stim visually, but it’s not like, a specific thing? idk i don’t know anyone who has like a specific go to visual thing….like there’s stuff i like looking at more than other stuff and i have like favorite gifs and stuff but idk how you could have like one specific visual stim

running, jumping, teeth tapping, and i like to paint my nails bc long nails and nail polish is just Gr8. i’m always blasting music in my headphones and usually running to it. i sprained both my ankles just from doing laps around my house lmao. running with my music in is like, my go to and my fave, i would say. i’ve been known to hand flap, tho it’s usually a conscious decision? like, i stim a lot and it’s not that i don’t realize i’m doing it but like i kinda…lose myself in my stims a lot, or i feel compelled to do them, so i’m not really a Hand Flapper but when i can’t do anything else i’ll do that.

i used to hum when i was younger, but i stopped doing it because my family hated it. and like, i mean, i guess i can’t really blame them because i would do it like in the car and stuff. that’s when i started doing the teeth tapping tho. i didn’t realize it was a stim tho, i mean i must have been like, 5? i didn’t even realize i was doing it most of the time until ppl told me to stop, and then somewhere along the way i started tapping my teeth since ppl didn’t seem to be able to hear that. i used to tap on the bus a lot—like i would watch out the window and tap for every item i saw (like roadsigns, mailboxes, telephone poles, stuff like that), i used to get very agitated if people disrupted my rhythm.

audreysparkle  asked:

69, 59 and 49 :-)

Thank you for the ask

39: (there isn’t a 49 for some reason, so I went down a decade): How old were you when you had your first kiss?  4th grade, maybe? I remember kissing one boy a lot. I can’t remember who he was. 

59: Do you like snow?  ugh yeah, I guess. I mean, I love watching it fall, and it’s beautiful. But where I live we get so much of it and it’s so much work and trouble and then it gets gross and full of dirt.  If I could just hole up for the winter and watch it fall, I’d like it a lot better. 

69: Do you believe in soulmates?  I absolutely do.  I don’t believe there’s just one. I think anyone whose soul really connects with yours, even briefly, is a soulmate. I had a cat who was a soulmate. Deeper than love. 

anonymous asked:

I feel as everything is going downhill, I’m loosing faith, loosing everything..

Please remember that Allah is closer to you than anyone else, 

“And We are closer to him than [his] jugular vein” [50:16]

Allah is the only one who could actually listen to you and offer help, aid and guidance. He is the All Hearing, turn back to Him, have faith that He will not turn you down. Its like riding an escalator, you take the first step, and it will automatically lift you up, you just have to take the first step, thats it. 

Abu Huraira reported Allah’s Apostle (ﷺ) as saying that Allah, the Exalted and Glorious, said:

When My servant draws close to Me by the span of a palm, I draw close to him by the cubit and when he draws close to Me by the cubit, I draw close to him by the space (covered) by two armspans, and when he comes to me walking, I go in a hurry towards him. (Sahih Muslim- Book 48. hadith 26)

Can you imagine that the King of All kings, the Creator is just asking you to come closer to Him? To just take the first step and He will come to you?

“And Your Lord says, “Call upon Me; I will Respond to you.” [40:60]

Just Call, there’s no conditional clause, ‘like, if you do that and that and that, I’ll respond to you.’ Thats how Merciful He is سبحانه Just Call and be 100% positive that He will respond. 

May Allah grant you ease, love. Please feel free to dm me xx 

I’m trying to forget all the things that’s between us. I know this will be the most hardest thing ever. In my life, since we’re together, my world turned upside down, as though the petals of every maple tree fell upwards.
If you could still remember, when we went out one night, you saw me staring at you; you told me, “I was trapped in your lashes”. And so I replied and gave a hesitant smile.
I felt different that night, as if my body was frozen, and the only thing I would do was to smile. It was the night, the night my love for you escaped from my heart.
I didn’t chase it nor I beg for it to stay. Sometimes, love just needed to go. Love has its own mind, way of feeling, way of liking, and way of keeping itself to its master.
I wished to stay beside you, telling the stars not to keep apart from each other. But when I saw the stars tonight, I’m very sad, because they can’t be together. I don’t want to linger on those thoughts.
My heart missed you. But my mind just wanted to drift away. As if, I forgot to love someone. And it hurts me to say this. Knowing that we’re for each other.
Even the seasons loved us. Flowers blossomed for us. Birds sang along when we walked on street parks. And it was so funny when a robin landed in the bench where we used to sit. And we didn’t move.
After the robin flew away you looked at me once more and said, “The robin said hello.” I loved those memories.
But unlike love, even if it wanted to go, part of you wanted to stay. And if you wanted to stay, it breaks you apart.
Forgive me, I just needed to be alone for now. I’m breaking apart gently, as I leave, your memory will stalk on me, buried within the moment.

-Chuck Akot

lovveers  asked:

Do you think all the losers would drink? I think would hardcore (Richie,Bev and Bill as they want to forget the most) I’m talking to almost an unhealthy level until the rest of the group help to limit them as it’s hard to know when to stop when you’re 5 shots in. (1/2)

+ Of course being young adults they have all been drunk at some point but it just gives Eddie a headache and Ben doesn’t like not remembering his actions of the night before. Mike just falls asleep when he has a sip of alcohol so he usually just feeds off the vibe of the room.


yeah !! i feel like the only ones who could take straight vodka would be stanley & beverly. richie’s more of a rum and coke guy. ben likes rum, but he limits himself because he doesn’t like getting drunk. mike usually has a few beers with an occasional shot of strawberry vodka. eddie tried vodka once and spit it out because it was “the devil’s water” and bill likes a mix of brandy and red wine.

feelthemusicfuckwhatheyresaying  asked:

Hi honey! Sorry I’ve been away. Been honestly going through a tough time & I’ve been trying to put on a brave face. To cheer me up, could you possibly recommend me some of your favorite stuff to read? Can be oneshots or fics. Just so I can have a pick me up whenever I need it. Thanks lovely. Hope you’re doing great ❤️

Oh hey, love! Don’t worry about that, you take care of yourself and remember that we’re always here on tumblr if you need anything!

One of my favorite writers on here is @avasparks and her masterlist is amazing! I recommend hostage, remedy, and the entire thing! Trust me, you’ll feel so much better after reading all the smut! ;) 💕I hope you feel better, love! I’m here if you need to talk!

anonymous asked:

I can’t remember if I saw it on here or not but did someone suggest a First Date (the musical) AU for Plance? Cause damn that’d be cute as hell. I just listened to Something That Could Last and it’s too cute omg.

Yep! I’m the one who thought of it. 

I’m glad someone else likes the idea too. Because it’s just so cute. Especially with the song you mentioned. Gah adorable. 


So, here’s the thing. I fucked up, like really fucked up. I’ve always been a bit of a fuck up, but it never really mattered all that much because I’ve also always been a bit of a nobody, someone who could just slip through the cracks of life and be forgotten. This time though, this time at least some people are going to remember me.

You know how a while back the ‘Gifted’ started appearing, with all their super cool powers? And you know how everyone sort of freaked? Just like in the comic books. Things were pretty weird for a little while. The politicians were figuring out how best to use this revelation to their advantage, the gifted ones themselves were all trying to find their place again, and the ignorant bastards of the world started shouting. But it did all settle down for a bit, didn’t it. I mean once the government decided that ‘gifts’ had their up sides, it got a bit easier. You remember seeing sometimes on the news when someone or other would use their gift for ‘the good of the people’ and save a few kids or put out a fire or something? Yeah that was pretty cool. I didn’t really pay all that much attention to it at the time. Bu then you remember what happened not too long after? How the bad ones started popping up? Yeah that’s when the shit really hit the fan. All the ignorant bastards started shouting real loud then, and things started changing again. Do you remember? I do.

I remember lining up at my university first day back for the second semester for their ‘health checks’. Saying there had been an outbreak or something, and everyone had to be tested and accounted for because we couldn’t risk the spread of such a dangerous communicable disease. No one asked any questions did they? There wasn’t any warning, no one knew if it was just our Uni, or other schools too. It was for the health and safety of our community, so we all just went with it. None of us realised it was the whole country. Every school, every work place, every government department, every house and even the rural communities… Everyone, homeless or rich, toddler or granny, worker or student. No one slipped through the cracks then. I wish I had.

The majority of us, like 99.99% of us, left with nothing but a little prick on our arm and a cookie. But the others… I remember getting to the head of the line, giving my name and being taken inside the closed off room that was usually a med lab. I remember asking what the diseases was and being given some long and overly complicated medical term to shut me up… it worked. They asked me a few questions, like had I been feeling different lately, had I travelled overseas recently, you know the stuff you’d expect. I answered honestly, I’d felt as depressed as usual and hadn’t been out of the country since the last time I’d seen my parents, years ago. That was all pretty usual. I’d been to the doctors plenty of times and was used to the routine questions and the bubbling fear in my chest as I hoped they wouldn’t think I was a hypochondriac or say I was dying or something terrible.  Then they said they needed to take a blood sample to determine what level of risk I might be at. I didn’t exactly like needles but of course I said go for it. I mean, why not?

I left a couple minutes later just like everyone else, a prick on my arm and a cookie. I had a lab to get to across campus and was now running too late for a morning coffee, which was a bummer seeing as I had a full day of labs and lectures to attend today. The lab was pretty boring, the usual meet and greet and what to expect in this unit. It drawled on a bit, but finally it was time to head off. I had a half our gap before my first lec, just enough time to enjoy a good coffee and some breakfast from my favourite little café. I’d ordered my coffee and was milling around outside nibbling at my pie till it was ready, greatness takes a little longer of course. I remember one of the med girls from earlier approaching the café, that’s when the anxiety kicked in. ‘oh god I’m at high risk and they’ve come to tell me I’m infected already, what if I’m dying, how much longer do I have?? Weeks? Days? Hours??? Oh god oh god oh god’. She walked straight passed me without a second glance my way.

Okay, so I may have overreacted a little and already planned out who would get all my possessions in the time it took her to pass me, but I mean, c’mon she was looking straight at me. She walked up to the barista as he called my order, which is why I had the displeasure of overhearing their conversation. I’d expected to hear an order for the wonderful coffee they serve here but instead. “Excuse me, Mr John Carin?” the woman had asked “I’m sorry to inform you that we have identified you as a high level risk, I’ll need you to come with me, quietly please, and don’t run”.

He ran.

Of course he ran, because he knew, he knew exactly what this was about, what everyone else didn’t know. My coffee was knocked onto the ground as john grabbed my wrist and hauled. Why did he have to grab me? Couldn’t he have just run? Or grabbed someone else? I mean, me? Really! Of all the people in the coffee shop! The woman wasn’t exactly surprised and was quick to act, she was right behind us as we got to the middle of the courtyard, with something, that I silently hoped was a tazer, in her hands. I remember freezing, all my limbs locking up as terror tore through me, everything screaming at me to get out of there, but I didn’t. I heard behind me, as my throat was roughly grabbed “back off bitch, or I’ll crush the small one”. He meant me by the way. The woman just laughed and said it wouldn’t do him any good… that was helpful.  That’s when I really freaked because the ground just in front of me started to churn and crunch, the bricks slowly cracking and turning and crumbling smaller and smaller into fine bits. Like a fucking coffee grinder, the bricks like the beans. “fuck” I wailed, and yeah it was a wail, you would too. John was a fucking human coffee grinder and I was getting uncomfortably close to the churning ground, and this bitch wasn’t even trying to help me. “fuck fuck fuck”. The woman pointed the, oh shit now I could see it, the definitely a gun and not a tazer at all, straight at me and apologised “better fast than a slow grind”. What the fuck! Didn’t these people have protocols, like… don’t shoot the innocent human shield??

Fuck fuck fuck, the ground was slipping under my feet, scraping at my shoes, the only thing keeping me upright was flipping coffee grinder john. I saw the woman flick the safety off the gun and steady herself. Idiot john was telling her she didn’t have the guts and to just let us go, the oaf was egging her on. That, my friends, that is when I fucked up.

By now of course there was a crowd, there were plenty of phones out recording my imminent death, the crazy woman had back up who to my horror were quite content to let her deal with the situation.  Mr coffee grinder john seemed to have no intention of leaving alive at this point, and I, well I was at breaking point. Everything in me was screaming to leave, to escape, to run, to slip between the cracks of life and just get out. Of course, everything in me didn’t quite have all the facts and didn’t seem to understand that hovering above a giant grinding pit wasn’t the best time to brake my captors hold. Everything in me, decided it didn’t care. I felt a horrible sensation scrape down my spine and burst behind my eyes as the bitch pulled the trigger. My ears rang, eyes felt heavy and everything faded out of focus, my fingers tingled and I had a horrible burning in my lungs. Things changed. It was chaos. John was dead, a bullet in his chest where my head had been. I stood next to his body a few steps away, completely unscathed, and totally numb, staring in shock as the woman and her back up ran towards me and told me to put my hands up. I did. Everything felt sluggish and I must have been too slow, one of the guys in the back up grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me, latching a hard metal cuff around my wrist. He went to grab my other hand and again snapped the cuff securely around it. That’s when I fucked up again. I took a step to the side and… slipped through. The cuffs lay on the ground at the feet of the back-up man, a few steps away from where I was now. I looked up in surprise and said “fuck”. That’s the last thing I remember before something hitting me in the back of the head, hard.

anonymous asked:

Sometimes that power that Rich had could be used as... persuasion. For example when doing your homework he may just go under the table and do his thing, and let me tell you, in no way does it help you concentrate but it sure does inspire you to finish. Just like now, you'd had this one essay you'd been putting off doing. It was for Geology, you'd remembered about it when watching a movie with Rich. He said he'd help since he was already with you, and you knew exactly what that meant. (2/?) - ♠️

Rich, what he says: I’ll help you

Rich, what he means: I’ll have my face in between your legth the whole time

psychologist patient in fiction: (somberly lying down on a sofa, hands together fingers intertwined, looking blankly at the ceiling) …it all started on my 2nd birthday. I remember that day very clearly. I, even back then, could detect the delicate tension between my parents, as one avoided answering the others question…

psychologist patient in reality: (Does spread eagle on wooden chair) i dont know shit Just unfuck me

accidental foreshadowing: the hits

Magnus, in Refuge: Listen, either they die or we forget about them, so, either way. ..


Griffin: It’s like an airlock in a spaceship

Travis: Which of course we’ve been in before.

Griffin, very nervously: ….no? probably- probably not…

Clint: Maybe in the backstory!


Magnus, indignant for all the wrong reasons: Hey, we don’t know shit about history! We don’t even remember where we are right now!


Taako in Rockport Limited: It’s BARRY. How quickly you forget, huh?“


Travis after the first inoculation, in Moonlighting: Did we remember anything about the umbrella we found in the dungeon or any of that?

Griffin: No.

Travis: Huh.


Magnus: "I go and stand where he (the drifting mysterious incorporeal red spectre) is, and I jump around like ‘hey guys look I’m in a red robe!”


Travis: hey, are the voidfish’s powers like…selective?


Griffin, dodging like crazy: I mean, I imagine Barry’s voice sounds pretty different when he’s engulfed in flames.


Griffin in The Eleventh Hour: I imagine it’d be very disorienting, dying like that and then not dying.

Taako, nonchalant: Just another day at the office, baby.


BONUS from Rockport Limited; i just know this one was a two-year-long brick joke thanks griff

Jenkins: Remember, don’t leave anything behind, and you can’t take anything.

Magnus: Well, except memories.

Jenkins: The memories will be obliterated…no, no, no. I’m kidding. Nothing could destroy memories.


A restaurant in Japan that SHINee likes, and from where Key uploaded that pic of he and Jjong eating, has dedicated their favorite table to them with a plaque and SHINee merchandise, and has renamed their favorite dish, “The SHINee Set.” They have also had photos taken of them eating in the restaurant for what appears to be the new SEEK magazine.

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