they took it way too far

❝i shall love you for eternity

“It’s okay,” you replied, but he was too far away now to hear your words and your sigh.

You felt a pull to walk towards him, and it took you your whole strength and mind to resist it because somehow in some way, this man became your universe (tied to you in every way possible), yet you didn’t even know his name.


An early morning doodle that I went way too far with. I love designing new costumes for my girls, though. ✨✨✨

okay so i tried my hand at writing for the first time in Years and idk if it’s any good?? idk its just Neil being introspective more that anything, mostly about andrew,, idk,, pls be nice to me it been so long since ive written 

In his 19 years of life Neil Josten had concerned himself with one thing: survival. He knew the concept like he knew every ugly blemish that marred his torso, like he knew the insistent need to get out of there perpetually lodged in his throat, like he knew the feel of cold steel against warm flesh again again again. That is to say he knew what it meant to survive intimately so. Neil knew how to shoot a man to make him bleed out without fatality and he knew how to kill a man without leaving a trace. The snik of a lock successfully picked, the consuming smoke and fire in his lungs, in his throat, on his tongue, the ricochet of a bullet and the resounding finality of the resultant echo were all sensations Neil had familiarised himself with over the years. Fear was something that had woven itself between Neil’s fingertips, burned behind eyes and weighted down his tongue. Intimacy meant feeling his mother’s heartbeat roaring in his ears on those nights it was too close, it was the back of his mother’s hand and the side of his face when he looked too long, it was Lola’s breath on his neck, hot and heavy.

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for him. (after tronnor broke up)

We were runnin’ so fast
And we never looked back
And whatever I lacked, you made up
We made a really good team
Said I’m never gonna leave
We had this crazy chemistry
Between us

Jumped into your car anytime we were bored
Wearing anything and everything that you ever wore
Making new clichés on own little tour
Let’s ride

You never should’ve said I love you now I’ve left you blue
Remember all the shooting stars and all the silver moons?
Dirty, messy shades of purple out of red and blue
Bet you wish you didn’t know me, now you’re lonely
I’ll always miss you
I’ll always miss you, you

We were staying up late
On our private little dates
Staying over your place, how cheesy
And we took jokes way too far
Cause sometimes loving’s too hard
I think we might be better apart
We are, we are, we are

You never should’ve said I love you now I’ve left you blue
Remember all the shooting stars and all the silver moons?
Dirty, messy shades of purple out of red and blue
Bet you wish you didn’t know me, now you’re lonely
I’ll always miss you
I’ll always miss you, you

We weren’t a commercial for everyone else
We went out for coffee and kept to ourselves
We made little homes out of 3 star hotels
And I know what you’re feeling
Hope you’re healing as well

You never should’ve said I love you now I’ve left you blue
Remember all the shooting stars and all the silver moons?
Dirty, messy shades of purple out of red and blue
Bet you wish you didn’t know me, now you’re lonely
I’ll always miss you
I’ll always miss you, you

People, Cole would 1000% support Anders.

Not for the fact that Cole is a spirit of compassion and Anders is a man who has faced plenty of horrors and is just trying to do right.

No, Cole would support him because he is canonically pro mage and Anti-Circle.

The original Cole, not the Cole that we know, was a young mage, brought to the White Spire and abandoned in the dungeons, where he died of starvation. The Cole we know, the spirit of compassion, took great pity on the original Cole and assumed his identity as a way to give him a chance to live.

He acted as a spirit of mercy to the mages in the White Spire, ending their lives when the beatings from the Templars became too brutal to handle and the only chance at release was death.

He fought beside the mages when the White Spire rebelled. He slaughtered Templars who had been abusive to their charges, even going so far as calling himself a demon as he did so.

His contact on his War Table requests, Rhys, is a mage and his best friend. Evangeline is Rhys’ lover, a former Templar who also fought beside the mages during the rebellion.

Cole is a mage supporter, and would completely understand Anders’ need for action, especially as Meredith had already called for the Rite prior to Anders destroying the Chantry.

A note from Lili (lililibird)

Hello, everyone!

I’m not sure where exactly I should be starting; but I do know that I owe you all some explanation.

Some things in my life recently have been…very difficult for me to process. Like a lot of you, I used Tumblr as an escape from the everyday. Recently though, I took it much too far.

A few weeks ago, my dad passed away. It was unexpected and has - without a doubt - been the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through in my life. My life has thankfully had a definitive lack of tragedies, and I honestly haven’t had to learn to deal with loss that hurts more than losing a childhood pet.

I used Tumblr, not as a way to cope or talk about my feelings; but as a way to pretend it had never happened. Lililibird never stopped having a dad, but I did. It became a very unhealthy situation, as you can imagine. I used this blog as a way to deny the loss in my life; and I (very much so) became addicted to just…existing within Tumblr. A moment of clarity tonight made me realize how horribly unhealthy it was.

So I deleted the blog before I had a chance to rethink it. (I also removed my Fanfiction, Twitter, Snapchat, and Instagram.) I had been considering cutting ties with the ‘fandom life’ for nearly two months at this point, and I have no healthy desire (beyond friendships formed) to stay.

I do not plan on returning. I had a crazy amount of fun finding my way within this fandom, and meeting some of the best people to (probably) ever exist. I am thankful for each and every one of you, and every second that was spent turning this community into another home for myself. Tumblr and Fanfiction were  the entirety of my high school social life for years after I left the public schooling system. There were many days and even weeks where the only people I spoke to were via this site. For that, I am forever grateful.

I cannot express how much this experience on this site has truly changed me. Before the Percy Jackson fandom, I was a completely different person. This blog has genuinely shaped me in ways I cannot even comprehend. I really want to thank you all for that, for making my attempts to be a better person successful; and it was largely due to the positivity I received on this very site.

My sincerest apologies to those who I selfishly abandoned all at once. It honestly had nothing to do with any of you - if I could have you as friends in my day-to-day life, I’d take you without a doubt. (I am also sorry to @riptidescap whom I promised to beta a story for yesterday, and to the @pjoawards2k16 staff who now have three nomination slots to fill up.)

I wish I was in a place where I could have prepared myself for my account deletion, and sent each one of you a personal message like you deserved. However, I know for a fact I would have never left. I know, I’m a coward - but I know I’m not taking much from your lives by leaving; and hope that, if you’re angry with me, you can forgive me for leaving so abruptly.

I’d also just like to say that I will be okay. I’m not suicidal, I’m not dealing with any depression besides grief, I haven’t acted out in any ways but this one, and I have a great and loving support system within my family as I move forward from this.

Thank you all so much for making this time so precious to me. Thank you to @percyyoulittleshit, for giving me the opportunity for this closure. Thank you to @bananannabeth for being the best wife any sixteen year old straight girl could ever ask for. Thank you to @son-of-rome, @blackjacktheboss, @falloutpercy, @somethingmorecreative1, @scriptorsapiens, @zoenightstars, @ishelmascarinas, @maireep, @cinderdrilla @hamabee and @ofswordsandpens for quite literally being the best friends and fandom tour guides I could have ever asked for. I’m sure I’ll think of plenty AUs in the future that I’ll wish I could tell you about!

IMPORTANT NOTE: For the rest of you, thank you for caring about me in a way I never thought possible. However, please do not bother my friends on this site for information about me. They know just as much as you do, and I’d like for my exit from the fandom to be as quiet and painless as possible for all of us.

I wish you all the very best. Remember that I adore you all and hope that you achieve everything you’ve ever dreamed of as time goes on! I hope I brought even the slightest bit of happiness to your lives with my blog! Stay amazing and thrive, lovelies!

But, for once, I’m not looking back;

Delilah (AKA lililibird)

The fighting is from this episode of After Hours

Of all the people in the group, Soren and Michael get along the least, mostly because Michael loves to mess with people just to make them uncomfortable, and Soren is just not having it. We’ve already seen that Soren attacks Michael when he goes too far in another Cracked series that (sorta) took place in the same universe. Michael found out Soren likes dance movies and started spewing homophobia. Mind you, Michael’s character is pansexual and was even wearing a gay pride wrist band at the time. That’s Michael for ya’. He will literally go against his own self interests just to mess with people.

In a lot of ways Soren and Michael are bizarro versions of each other. Soren comes from a stinking rich family, Michael grew up poor. They both have supernatural powers, but Soren can control his while Michael’s powers seem to be more of a “the universe bends to my will sometimes” deal. Soren is a ladies man, Michael gets restraining orders put on him. Soren can be closed minded, Michael is open to everything. Soren is very law abiding, Michael has spent time in jail. The list goes on.

Katie dances with snakes as part of her religion, but she seems to mostly be in it for the snake part. I’m really happy they’ve started giving her character more personality and backstory.

Soren has mentioned that he has a son, but the only thing we know about him is that “he does not like being strangled, not even a little bit”. Soren isn’t the type to go around strangling babies, so people have theorized that because Soren has supernatural powers (he even claims to be a god), maybe his son is some horrible abomination that must be stopped before he can end us all.
It would seem Soren is just generally involved in supernatural stuff. After he and Daniel started dating, Daniel apparently got possessed by a demon and Soren acted suspiciously guilty about it.

Also, Daniel has several times talked about his dog which he has a dramatic and complicated relationship with, and I’m severely disappointed in the fanfiction writers for not including it. He’s so invested in it he wanted Soren to come to it’s dog-training graduation.

And finally, Michael was super excited about spending his vacation in New York so he could battle a Rat King. Go Michael, follow your dreams.

“Do I also have to straddle your crotch?“
(A/N): Before you read the, I mean no harm whatsoever haha. Enjoy x  

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Originally posted by sick-of-waking-up

You and Tyler are constantly teasing Josh about something, and this time it‘s about his new hair colour. Of course neither you or Tyler mean all the jokes you‘ve made, but seems like you‘ve crossed the line this time. “Screw you guys“ Josh snaps, storming out of the room. 

“Frick“ Tyler mumbles as the realisation hit him. “We really took it too far, didn‘t we?“ you say, biting your bottom lip.

“Well, why are you still here? Run after your man!“

You immediately jump onto your feet and start sprinting after your boyfriend. Minutes later you find him in his dressing room, sitting on the couch playing with his phone. Slowly, you make your way into the room, after waiting for the drummer to open the door. “Josh, I‘m sorry“ you say, standing in front of him, picking at your nails. “Hey, I‘m talking to you. I said ‘I‘m sorry‘“

Josh seems to be giving you the silent treatment, which means he must be really mad at you, since he rarely does that. Sighing loudly you take the phone out of his hand and sit down onto his lap, with your arms around his neck. The man chooses to keep ignoring you and avoids eye contact. “Josh baby, I am truly sorry for making fun of your hair. I actually love it. I love you and your hair, doesn‘t matter that colour it is. Forgive me please?“ you say, planting between each word a kiss on his face and then looking at him with the best puppy eyes you could pull off as you finish the sentence, knowing he could‘t stay mad at you any longer.

“I love you too, babe“ Josh finally speaks up, kissing you on the lips. 

“Oh c‘mon! Do I also have to straddle your crotch and lick off your face for forgiveness?“ Tyler exclaims jokingly, busting into the room. “I‘m all here baby“ Josh winks while opening his arms. 

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This is the first and last time I will explain myself on this topic...

I want to say that I think Camila and Lauren are both admirable human beings and amazing women. I admired the bond they displayed from a distance and enjoyed shipping the moments of chemistry captured. But this beautiful thing has turned into something ugly. Because of invasive “fans” (using that term loosely because real fans wouldn’t attack the girls or their friends and family) took things too far. With that being said, my opinion on Lauren’s tweets is simple. Do I think she should not have engaged with the trolls and entertained their madness? Absolutely. Does she have the right to respond and express her frustrations? Absolutely. I don’t fault Lauren for having a slight melt down yesterday. Nor do I think she needs to “be more like Camila” in the general sense of the word. I just think silence is the best way to handle situations like these. As we all see her words did nothing to assuage the fandoms overly invasive opinions or reactions to all that’s happened and been revealed in the last 48 hours. I was once told that the best way to deal with hate is to not give it your energy. So…while I do believe Lauren is well within her rights to be angry and fed up with the nonsense. Giving it any energy is time not well spent. There will always be creeps and there will always be trolls. She has already addressed Camren and now Laucy. She should let this be the last time she acknowledges both on social media. And let the minds of the crazies do what they do. Because she will never be able to control the thoughts or reactions of others. So why even try. If she wants us to only focus on the real and relevant issues she should continue to do what she’s been doing. Ignore the BS and promote the agenda of a equal and loving world for all humans. She has such passion and a heart for the people and she shouldn’t let anything or anyone distract her from her true gift… Activism! Hopefully my perspective is a bit more clear. And if not then I’ll leave you all to your misinterpretations. I’m only here to promote positivity and ship two amazingly beautiful and talented and intelligent young ladies. Beyond that I have a life that means so much more to me. And this world is in desperate need of love and positive people so that’s all I’m here for. I love all of you no matter your opinion and no matter your ship. 😘💕 Nikki aka✌Dean Munch 🎓 (😂)

Blood, Sweat and Tears (m)

Originally posted by ounew

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Word Count: >2k

Jimin lay you down gently on the bed. You’re obvious exhaustion had been worrying him for a while but you were way too far gone to stop insisting you were okay. There’d been tears streaming down your face since he’d found you hours ago, huddled into a ball on the windowsill. Though he was clueless as to why since you hadn’t been able to calm yourself down enough to tell him before you ran out of energy.

Naturally this was very distressing; for more than one reason. You were generally a happy person that took life as it came, also this was only the second time in five years he’d seen you cry like this. The first had been three years ago and a night that had burned itself into his memory, much to his dismay. If it was the same reason he was going to take matters out of your hands, no matter what you said.

He waited until you fell asleep, then stormed  into the kitchen to check your phone. He was going to go berserk once he found the imbecile that had caused you so much pain. Nothing would keep him at bay.

Before he looked and intruded on your privacy, he considered calling the guys. They’d be furious at whoever had done this but their collective wrath tended to get overly violent and Jimin was still of sound enough mind to know that a murder wasn’t going to be good press. Looking down at the phone he sighed and closed his eyes. This better not be Parker.

He typed in your pass code and was displeased but unsurprised to see your ex-boyfriend’s name pop up. That explained it. He was renowned for being a nasty and emotionally manipulative piece of shit. Jimin could only imagine the kind of bullshit he’d managed to fill your head with this time. But this would be the last time. He’d make damned well sure of it.

You woke to the welcoming sounds of morning traffic and relentlessly loud citizens. The apartment you shared with your boyfriend was right in the middle of the city, making it prime real estate and excessively loud. Closing your eyes, you desperately tried to prolong the wonderful dream of not waking alone. It had been weeks since Jimin had stayed over. If you thought particularly hard you could imagine you’re lover sleeping soundly next to you instead of whatever the hell he did when he wasn’t around.

Jimin had a strange tendency to just disappear for weeks at a time leaving you alone to recover from his intensity. Just being in the same room often caused you to completely lose your composure and act like a lovesick virgin. Which you certainly weren’t (he’d made sure of that years ago). It was infuriating how little control you seemed to have over yourself near him. You loved him though, and he loved you.

You took a deep breath and sat up; opening you’re tired eyes.

“Hey babe.”

You squeaked in surprise, turning your whole body instinctively. He was just laying there completely at ease and completely naked. The fact that your cheeks heated made him chuckle. His lack of modesty never failed to make you blush and he found it adorable.

“See something you want?”


“Was that a question?”

“No?”He laughed loudly.

“If you answer another question with a question I’ll just have to answer for you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Just how would you go about that?”

“By burying myself so deep inside you that you will say whatever I tell you to without question.”

Woah…he wasn’t usually so direct. But you had to admit it was hot especially with his raspy waking voice. You weren’t going to give in that easily though.

“What makes you think that have that much power over me?”

He smirked. “What makes you think I don’t?”

“What?” You sputtered, his answer made no sense, then you realised your mistake. His smirk stretched into a wide grin. You both froze as you made eye contact, then you launched yourself towards the door. If he got his hands on you, you wouldn’t be able to make yourself pry them off.

You got the door open and were just about to escape when a band of steeled muscle wrapped around your waist and yanked you back. He had you stripped down in seconds and before you could process anything but the chilled air on your bare skin you were on the floor underneath him. It was cold and smooth against your back in contrast with the rough heat emanating from the body above you. He’d pinned your legs with his and was holding himself above you at eye level. It had all taken an unnerving amount of time and effort on his part for you to become so helpless. You gaped at him.

“Not so cocky now are you.”

You just stared at his beautiful features.

He ran a warm hand down your side flexing as he held himself up on one hand. The wandering hand ran over your collarbones then you’re stomach before finally moving to your breast. His fingers caressed your peaked nipple in frustratingly light strokes. You moved your hand to massage your other breast but stopped when he leaned back and just looked at you.

You were still for moment then slowly put it back on the ground by your shoulder. Slowly he reached forward and took your hands in both of his and pushed them above your head.

“They stay there.” He ordered before ducking his head down and sucking a nipple, biting around it whilst roughly massaging the other. You bit your lip and arched your back urging him to be harsher. He chuckled against you then moved his leg between yours to rub against your wet heat. His lips started to slowly trail south and you were so caught up in the pleasure and anticipation that you almost forgot to be self conscious. Almost.

The moment his lips touched your pubic bone your eyes shot open and you scrambled backwards, covering yourself in shame. He jumped back and tried to look you over from a distance, searching for some sort of injury.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did I hurt you baby?” He worried as he shuffled over to you.

“No you haven’t done anything Jimin, it’s me. I just…” You looked down at yourself with tears in your eyes “I can’t give you myself like that.”

Jimin was more than confused. This wasn’t even close to the first time you two had, had sex or given each other oral. Then it hit him. The tears yesterday and your ex’s name. What the fuck had he said to you.

“Baby girl please tell me what’s wrong” he begged.

“Parker called last night. He said he was going to find me and take me back, by force if necessary. I told him I was happy with someone else and I begged him to leave me alone Jimin I swear, but he wouldn’t listen. He said if my ugly pussy had been touched when he found me he was going to beat whoever did it and make me watch.”

Jimin was seething with barely contained rage. He was going to kill him.

He stood up and walked out of the room leaving the tears to the overflow from your eyes. You curled up into a ball and just sat on the floor numbly. He’d left. He was probably too scared of Parker’s threat. Soon he’d leave and you’d find yourself back with your tormentor, this time with no way out.

You weren’t sure how long you set there but eventually Jimin came back and sat - still naked - next to you.

“You know I’m not going to leave right? I’m not scared of him.”


“I’m actually a little insulted that you’d doubt me.”

You smiled weakly at him then asked “Do you still want me?”

He looked at you incredulous for a second before responding “Of course, you’re the most beautiful girl I know.”

You nodded but didn’t really believe him. Looking in the wall to wall mirror in your room all you could see from your huddled position were flaws and ugliness next to a man that was practically shining.

He saw you frown at your reflection and quietly moved to sit behind you. He put his head on your shoulder and spread his legs out on either side of you. You looked into his reflected eyes then looked away quickly. He furrowed his brow in displeasure then got an idea.

You felt his hand curl into your hair a moment before he started planting brief sloppy kisses on the side of your face and neck. You put your hand on top of his and giggled. He took that as a sign of encouragement and licked your neck making you laugh louder and relax. Your legs uncurled and splayed out in front of you as your other hand reached up to run through his hair.

He untangled his hand from yours, placing it on top and squeezing gently, before moving it to caress your cheek lovingly.

This all kept you too distracted to notice his legs wrapping around yours and subtly moving further apart until you were pinned again. He kept lavishing you with wet kisses and licks as his hand moved down to caress your breast again. Your breathing hitched as the atmosphere changed.

“Keep your hands in my hair, love.” He whispered as he nipped your earlobe. His left arm reached over to your right breast as his right hand trailed down between your legs. You were shocked to realise you couldn’t move. You were mortified to see your ‘ugly pussy’ in the mirror and turned your head away in humiliation.

Jimin tenderly grasped your chin and turned your face to stare him in the eye. He planted another soft kiss on your cheek then whispered “You are beautiful and you know that I don’t lie to you baby.” You held the eye contact still unsure. “Please baby, just feel how even seeing you has me so hard I can barely stay coherent. I can’t think straight and we haven’t even started. If you can’t believe my words, believe my actions.”

You released the tension in your body and relaxed your body to his. He nuzzled into your neck as his arm wrapped around your chest and his fingers grazed your wet heat. He ran a finger up your slit and circled his thumb around your clit sending a pulse of pleasure through you. Continuing the motions with his thumb he used a finger to dip into your centre and teasingly rub the wetness around you’re folds.

You leaned your head back letting him suck affectionately on your neck. He pulled you tighter against him as he finally slipped a finger fully inside you, curling it slightly before pulling it out and slipping two back inside. His legs pulled apart, stretching you further. Your hands pulled and kneaded at his hair as he added another finger. He moved his other hand down to thumb your clit, now confident you wouldn’t squirm away.

He nudged your head with his and you locked eyes with him in blissful question. He glanced down and you followed his gaze enraptured by the sight of his fingers spreading you open then moving in and out of you at a faster pace. You shuddered and were surprised to feel your orgasm get closer. The sight of him manipulating your body soaking you. You shifted trying to get him deeper only to feel his prominent erection nudging at your back. You whimpered making him move faster the final straw when he bit your neck. You shuddered and clenched at his fingers which he spread eagerly drawing it out longer.

When you finally went limp he withdrew his hand from your clit to secure it around your waist. He gave the bite mark on your neck one last lick before removing his fingers from inside of you and placing them in his mouth to suck off the juices one at a time. You just remained a panting tired mess as he watched you try to regain some semblance of feeling in your limbs.

He knew you wouldn’t have the energy to move for while, not just because of the orgasm but also because of the emotional strain of the day’s and the day before’s events. Gently, he picked you up and lay you on the bed before murmuring in your ear “I’ve got to go out for a few hours but a few of the boys might come around later to check up on you. I won’t be gone for more than a day. I promise.” You moaned in acknowledgement as he set the duvet over you and got dressed.

He left your apartment with a grim scowl on his face. He had business to attend to.

Some Exo-L’s really took things WAY too far the moment that BTS won the daesang. They called Melon and somehow even contacted someone from the government. Even though Melon explained the reason why BTS won over and over again (even they pointed it out that Exo-L’s kept calling them) they still continued to complain and leave hateful comments. And I don’t know how but they somehow got the government involved in this situation as well & do y'all think that Exo would take the daesang? It would just make things awkward between those groups. So shouldn’t it be the time to just live with the fact that BTS won the daesang? I really lost all my respect for Exo-L’s.