All the union leaders together finally! Seriously though I had fun drawing them <3 The only thing I couldn’t decide was the color of their mask, since the actual trailer is different from the phone app. If you want to view them individually I placed a few links down below.
„This relationship was a continual battle. I was always fighting to prove that we belonged together. Everything started so quickly. Even though, at some point you know it‘s over, you still fight for it. The more you fight, the more you hurt yourself. Only when the relationship is over, can you come to value yourself.“
Before the commercials before the showing of Lego Batman even came on, I turned to my friend and said "there's a 25% chance that I'm going to go home and get into bed to cry about this movie." And then the second song of the credits came along and I started crying in the theatre at the bit about Dick and Bruce belonging together even though they have different last names. I recommend watching all the credits, even though there's no after credit scene. The music is worth it.
THEY SAID THAT AFGSSVJJSF THIS MOVIE HAS BECOME A PRIORITY
You were born into the darkness. You were born with what people called a disability. You were born blind. Even though it was aggravating at times, you kept your head up. Your other senses heightened, instead of using sight to know where things were, you just knew without sight.
Luckily, even with your disability, you managed to get a boyfriend. A very special boyfriend. Your boyfriend was Rap Monster. Yes, Rap Monster, the rapper from BTS. Not only that he was Rap Monster, he was also very intelligent. He was kind, caring, romantic, and sweet to you. He made you feel loved, he made you feel like you belonged.
You smiled to yourself, even though you and Namjoon lived together for a few months now, you just couldn’t but help to blush every time you think about the fact he’s living with you. You heard the front door open. You jumped in joy as you ran over to Namjoon to hug him. He was finally home from dance practice! You embraced him into a tight hug. He lightly pushed you off of him.
“Don’t hug me, I’m sweating.”, laughed softly.
You smile turned into a frown as you noticed that his laugh was forced. “ Are you okay? What happened? Do you want to talk about it?”, you asked Namjoon worriedly, as you went to him.
“Yeah, I’m okay.”, Namjoon responded, a bit annoyed.
“Are you sure?”, you asked, fallowing his footsteps to the kitchen.
Namjoon suddenly turned around, causing you to bump into his chest. “Why are you so clingy? What’s with all these questions?”, he exclaimed angrily.
You flinched, surprised with his reaction. “I-I was just worried about y-”, you tried to before he cut you off. “Then stop worrying about me! I’m fine, (Y/N).”, he shouted.
Taking your absolute silence as a sign to continue, he did. “I just came home from practice! Why do you have to be all over me?”, Namjoon snapped at you. You felt tears forming in your eyes. Thinking he was done, you tried to defend yourself, “ I-”.”Why do you always wait at home for me? Why don’t you go out and get a f*cking life, (Y/N), huh?”, he cut in again this time knocking over a glass vase. The vase swung towards you and shattered on the ground only inches away from you. You flinched. That could’ve hit you. He could’ve injured you. Shaking in fear, you ran into your shared bedroom and hid in the closet. Sobs escaped your mouth, along with sniffles and hiccups. You heard the bedroom door open. You covered your mouth with your hand trying to muffle your sobs.
Everything was in vain. Once you heard your name from his mouth, you crumbled down. All your muffled sobs escaped your mouth. You heard the closet door open. You flinched, shaking in the corner of the closet.
You vigorously shook your head, trying to move yourself deeper into the closet.
You felt Namjoon’s arms around your huddled up body. You immediately weakly tried to escape his strong arms. But he was too strong. He pulled you to his laps as he sat down on your shared bed.
“Shhh…It’s okay, I won’t hurt you…I’m sorry…I was too stressed out ad took it out on you…I’m sorry”, he said with a shaky voice. You could tell by his voice he regretted it. After a few minutes, your sobs grew quieter. You had stopped shaking in his arms. Namjoon let you fall asleep in his arms, before laying down into bed with you.
Author’s Note : First time trying angst, was it good? I hope it was!
So because I love Fruits Basket so much and to this day it is still my favorite Anime/Manga, I decided to paint the Chinese Zodiac with the show’s characters. I had to include Kyo and Tohru though. They belong together. :)
Song Preference: Love Me Like You Do By Ellie Goulding
“You’re the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it would mean so much, so much.”
I lay beside him, my fingers running through his luscious hair. He was still asleep from the long flight back he had endured. It was late at night, but I couldn’t sleep at all. There was far too much weighing on my mind. Harry and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. I may even go as far as saying he’s the only true friend I’ve ever had. Now, that all can be screwed up for me and my stupid feelings. I tried to date other guys. It never worked out. One part of me said it was because I wasn’t trying to make it work. The delusional part of me said it was
because Harry and I belonged together. I could never tell him that though. He has a career and plenty of models just lining up to be with the famous Harry Styles. To me, he’s just Harold.
He’s the boy I grew up with. He’s the boy who was always there when I needed him. He’s the boy I will never stop loving.
“Hey, Y/N, you alright?”
I blinked out of my reverie. “Yeah. I’m fine. Go back to sleep, Haz.”
“You’re crying…” I hadn’t even noticed the tears streaming down my face. I wiped them away. Harry pulled me closer to him, the both of us cuddling beneath my soft sheets. “It must have been a bad dream.”
“I love you.” I whispered.
He didn’t speak, so I thought he didn’t hear me. His body said differently. His heart sped up, thumping like a drum.
“I love you too, Y/N. I never knew it would be so strongly.”
He kissed me on top of my head. We still had so much more to discuss, but that alone was enough for now.
“What are you waiting for?”
Niall and I were so close, yet he seemed so far away. I could tell he was still angry with me. He had every right to be, but I didn’t know it would take this long for him to forgive me.
It hurt to watch him go on about his day like I wasn’t even there. Every time he looked at me, there was this disappointment lurking behind those blue eyes of his. The boys felt bad for me. Still, even they couldn’t get Niall to change his mind. So I decided if he wasn’t going to make up his mind, I had to make up mine.
I went back onto the tour bus and started to pack my things. We thought this would be good for us, but it only ended in tragedy. I knew lying would get me here, but I figured he would be the one who didn’t care about my past. I thought wrong.
Suddenly, the tour bus door slammed shut. I stopped packing to listen for any voices. All I heard were footsteps coming near the bunks. I sighed, not really wanting any one to try and stop me from leaving. Niall doesn’t want me here with him anymore.
“What are you doing, Y/N?” Niall questioned, hurt laced in his voice.
“I’m going back home.”
“Look, if this is about him I don’t care. You’re not with him now. You’re with me, and I can’t let you go.”
“You couldn’t even look at me, Niall.”
He closed the distance between us. Then he just held me in his arms. “I know, princess. I’m sorry. That was just a lot to take in for me.”
“I was angry, but then I just wanted to kiss you to make it all go away.”
I smirked. “What are you waiting for?”
“Follow me through the dark. Let me take you past our satellites. You can see the world you brought to life, to life.”
“I’m begging you not to say anything, mom. He doesn’t need to know about what I went through.” I exclaimed, helping my mother bring the food to the table.
This was the first time Liam would meet my family. I have a past, and it’s one I would rather keep away from Liam. He’s the only light I have ever known. I could never lose him especially over what happened before.
“I’m surprised you haven’t told him, Y/N. One day he is bound to find out whether or not I tell him.”
I sighed. She is right, but I rather it be later rather than sooner. I don’t know how he would react to it all.
“Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Payne is here to see you.” Chandler said. He’s been around for years. My mother could not dare to part ways with him even after my father died.
“Bring him in, Chandler.” My mom softly demanded.
Liam came in bearing red roses in a suit and tie. I mentally laughed. I remember telling him not to play dress up, not that he doesn’t look dashing in a suit. I wanted to kiss him, but my mother beat me to the punch. She kissed his cheek and hugged him.
“Liam, I am so glad to finally meet you. Y/N didn’t tell me you were so handsome.”
I rolled my eyes. “Go on and flirt him some more, mom.”
Liam blushed. “It’s fine. I’ve been waiting awhile to meet you Mrs. Y/L/N.”
“Let’s eat.” My mom annouced, pointing to the army load of food she prepared for the three of us
“She was always such a serious child. I don’t think I’ve ever taken a picture of her when she was smiling.”
“Mom,” I warned.
She raised her hands in surrender. “Fine. I’ll go prepare dessert.” She said, exiting the living room.
“Why do you keep shutting your mom down when she tries to tell me about your childhood? It’s quite rude, Y/N.”
“I don’t mean to be. There are just some things you don’t know about me. I would like to keep it that way.”
“Things like what? I thought we told each other everything.”
He’s right. “I had depression when I was younger around the time my father died. It was one of my darkest times ever. Everything was just numb, and I couldn’t handle it. Then it all stopped because you came into my life. I never knew what living was until I met you. Happy?”
“I’m not happy about what happened, but I am happy you told me. I never want you to go through that again.”
“I’ll let you set the pace. Cause I’m not thinking straight. My head’s spinning around. I can’t see clear no more.”
“Is this too soon, Lou?”
“Too soon for what?”
“To move in together. I mean, we’ve only been dating for six months. I can’t decide if you’re crazy for propsing that we move in together, or if I’m crazy for accepting it.”
He smiled. The half-full cardboard box was left forgotten as he sauntered towards me. He ran his hands over my shoulders reassuringly.
“Babe, you think too much.”
“I know, I know. It’s just…I don’t want to move too fast and make a mistake. Then I’ll lose you.”
He considered my words. “You’ll never lose me unless you drink all of my tea. Then we’re through.”
I laughed. “Lou, I’m serious. I want us to last. And I don’t trust myself to think around you. I love you too much.”
He pecked my cheek. “Even more reason to love in together, love. I love you too.”
“You’re the fear, I don’t care. Cause I’ve never been so high.”
Everyone always warned me about Zayn. I can’t say they haven’t, but it’s hard to look at him and see what they see. The Zayn I know would never hurt me. He puts me on cloud nine, and most times it scares me how much I love him. Now, look at us.
Zayn read abotu all the articles talking about how wrong we were for each other. They spread lies to make me jealous and him look bad. It didn’t usually get to him, but today was different.
“Zayn, look at me.” I pleaded.
“I can’t keep doing this to you. They'r right. Y/N, you deserve better.”
“Those magazines know nothing! They just want hot new stories. Zayn, don’t do this.”
“And how would you explain your mum and dad? I’m no good for you. They hate me.”
“I love you. Who cares what other people think? Your opinion is the only one that matters to me because you are the one I come home to at the end fo the day. Zayn, you are good enough for me. I’ve never felt like this with any one?”
I giggled. “Really. You do something to me, Zayn Malik. I don’t care what other people think. They don’t know about us.”
He smirked. “I suppose they don’t, beautiful.”
“There’s my cockly boyfriend. Now, lets see what new tattoo you’re gonna get to piss off my dad even more.”
let me just remind you that stefan salvatore the guy that used to live years and years punishing himself for every single person he killed while being the ripper and didn’t allow himself to be happy after killing so many people is now the guy that allows himself to be in love and to even wait for that love,he is the guy that didn’t need a night to punish himself and after he became the ripper again and after he killed innocent people again he didn’t choose to be alone and drown in his regrets,instead he chose to find caroline and make everything he could to bring her back and even then even when she came back and even with all the drama his mother,that he thought was dead since he was ten, brought him,he didn’t snap,he hold it together and he was there for caroline again,to make her smile, to hold her hand,he was there trying to make her see that even though they did what they did,they belong together and they should give themselves a chance in happiness because they deserve it,he doesn’t need to be alone and punish himself anymore doesn’t that make you so happy?????cause it makes me so happy cause this guy has changed so much and he’s finally learning to love himself and forgive himself and let himself be happy and it’s all because of caroline forbes i don’t know about you but i’m really emotional like really really emotional i love stefan salvatore
The intense chemistry between them, the constant inflection points, and the kicker, you pulling them apart twice only to have chance put them back together. Yeah, all that seemed a little much. So, I asked Burdensky to do some research this morning. […] It seems like David Norris and Elise Sellas were meant to be together because they were meant to be together.
[…] In the ‘70s, when he was born, they were meant to be together. Same thing in the '80s, '90s. Wasn’t 'til 2005 that the plan changed and she was supposed to stay with Adrian. The problem here is there are remnants from all those old plans that keep pushing them together. They still feel like they belong with each other even though they don’t, and we’re about to tear them apart again.