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anonymous asked:

Actually the reason we all hate Touken is because she fucking HITS HIM. That's not healthy, and if that's the romance that's gonna lead this manga, we don't want shit from ishida anymore.

My post was not about whether you like it or not. Or whether you should like it or not. -_- My post was calling out to fojoshi’s/crack shippers, (if thats what you mean by “we”) that justify their hate based on wearing dem goggles on too tight. You can ship what you want, whatever, i don’t care. But nothing justifies that you tell a person to “kill themselves!” Nothing justifies harassment or bullying! (i wont generalize, I’ll simply refer to the bad apples)

btw that hitting trope is common in anime

In japan people hitting other people for minimal reasons and making weird faces is suppose to be funny! (not that i ,personally, lose my shit when they happen; but that’s the way it is, especially in japan) IT IS NOT DONE JUST WITH GIRLS HITTING GUYS! ITS IS DONE WITH BOTH GENDERS! THAT MEANS: GIRL X GIRL! BOY X BOY! GIRL X BOY OR BOY X GIRL! It is also NOT done with the intention of painting the characters as evil and abusive. It is, like i said, simply comic relief. Why do you think that poka poka meme was a thing?

If “touka hits him” is all you got then try again. I’m not forcing you to like touken. All i want is for bad apples/ extremists to stahp harassing the mangaka for believing in ships that could never happen (i say this seeing as where touken was OBVIOUSLY getting)! 

LMAO OK BYE

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How I see kpop groups and their traits

Exo: referred to as gods by the future generation; they could release an album full of high pitched screaming and still would make the best selling kpop album; china line who?; we are 1 what?; korean members with chinese stage names; don’t let the satan near you; yehet, kkaebsong; give Sehun lines

Bts: from nowhere to everywhere; hyperactive kids making good music; kids with mental health issues doing vanalism; they look at you - you faint;  shit down, beach - bitch?, ikskjuz miii; zoo; give Jin lines

Ikon: B.I, Bobby and friends; favoritism by yg; “the next bigbang”, but yg seems to forget about them so does the crowd; being hyped up then ending up disappointed; capable of doing good music but refuses to; give chanwoo lines

Got7: no mvs in the future just videos of them dabbing; b side tracks always better than the titles; acrobatics until their neck breaks; not so creative fandom name; bamx2 is big; jaCSon, hard carry by Monsta x

Winner: searching for them - error404: nowhere to be found; somewhere in the yg building; Taehyun had enough shit, wants his own band, searching for members through tumblr; capable of being unique, yg aint letting them; let them break out   

Day6: now 5live, nope, day8, members: sungjin, wonpil, dowoon, youngk, jae, chicken little, brian, younghyun; the one who has a stage name but seems like everyone is forgetting about it; dancing king; hashtag king; let dowoon sing

Astro: too much sugar in my eyes i can’t see; too pure for you; won’t ever do other than cute concepts;  michael jackson; giant maknae; voice cracks for life; new generation of flower boys

Seventeen: too many; pledis has a thing for girly boys; pledis’ only income; leg breaking choreos; adore u remakes as title tracks; no dark concepts in the future; sebeuntin; carrots, mounteen; slipping here and there; dino nugu aegi; thughao, 10:10; divaboo; noone looks like suga; jeongcheol, meanie; give china line lines

Vixx: concept kings but kinda ran out of concepts; oldschool kpop feel; from vixx ravi to solo ravi - full upgrade; one of the prettiest fandom names; endless leader bullying; serial killer; let the maknae line sing

Shinee: going strong since 2008; people seem to pay less attention to them; taemin upgraded; weird fashion taste - key; cola cola; don’t sleep on them

Infinite: dope intros - give you chills; old kpop sound, unique sound; scorpion dance, live singing + synchronized choreos; dinosaur who’s laugh can be heard without a mic; endless leader and maknae bullying; saved woollim; give sungyeol and sungjong lines

Monsta x: future strippers; stuck between hiphop and sexy concepts; wtf is going on here mvs, gay mvs; cringiest fandom name; weird noises by the rapper; damn daniel; how to learn hungarian by changkyun; abs, memes; ten years later: waiting for their first win; mosta x, moista x, monster x;  give hyungwon lines; 

Bigbang: legends; noone can dance, too lazy to dance; fashionistas; min hyorin; yg = bigbang

B.a.p: started to rise - shit happened - nobody cares about them anymore; getting killed or killing others in mvs; unappreciated dancers and rappers; high notes for life; actual meaningful lyrics

Block b: zico and the boys; biggest weirdos of them all; no friendship just business; give jaehyo lines

Nct: taeyong and the boys; pouring salt at the wounds; mess of a noise music; rotating as much that i can already see the tornado; dozens of units; horrible fashion; unnecessary ps; damn hoverboard skills; great vocals being hidden; johnny somehow managed to get out; let hansol free; give lines to everyone

Pentagon: putting them through an unnecessary scripted survival show to make people foget about some disbanded groups (4minute); sm and yg let some gems slip out from their hands, at least they are not in the dungeon; giants and dwarfs; ugly crying; lame jokes; ultrasound screams; nudity; wooyu; yutoda; give shinwon lines

Btob: being forgotten by cube; weird, extra; slowly turning into a ballad group; is minhyuk a rapper?; give peniel lines

Beast: what is happening with u cube? shit happened; new name - bea5t?;  lost their spirit after shit happned; great lives 

Suju: waiting for ot15; shit still happening; growing out of kpop; concepts don’t match their age; still waiting for kibum; don’t forget about zhoumi & henry; diaries of a married man; being succesful in the military

Nu’est: best debut song ever; had the most potential as a rookie group; pledis messed up; now they’re popular anywhere besides korea; getting worse and worse title songs; aesthetic mvs; creative fandom name; again pledis has a thing for girly boys

Ft Island: hongki and the others; awesome dope music (let’s not count puppy here); people don’t appreciate quality music anymore; this gem is lost in the ocean of cute, badass & hiphop concepts; pretty fandom name

Cnblue: another gem; better japanese releases; boring new songs because they have to fit into the kpop standard; yonghwa’s unique teeth; visuals; let the others sing

SF9: another group coming from a survival show; covering their seniors’ songs so they can’t even recognize them; thumbs up for the K.O choreography; don’t go with them to amusement parks; deep af voice maknae; park jimin 2.0; hwiyoung got them lines in roar

KNK: a bunch of idiots - literally; tall af; models af; old school kpop feels; if you hear someone laugh hysterically from afar it’s probably them; falling dramatically to the floor while doing so; choking sounds; don’t let them feed you; horlolololo; astro x knk; bullying sanha

2PM: definition of men; hella hot bodies; starting to be unknown; when was their latest first win?; manly concepts; awesome vocals; the rap is still meh; go crazy is a jam y’all; great actors

U-Kiss: so many member changes; lit songs, but not getting appreciation; don’t complain about your faves not getting 1st place like 2 months after debut - it took for them years; the first kpop fathers; they need a comeback soon

B1A4: great vocals again; don’t let them being forgotten; cnu just rocks the short hair admit it; baby i’m sorry is one of the best kpop songs; but great ballads as well

Teen top: they need to go back to their previous style; cap rocking them tattoos; hilariously funny group - watch their weekly idol; promoting as five now - anticipate their comeback

Everyone please note that i dont mean to offend neither the groups neither the fans. its just for fun and me being 100% sarcastic by these statements. i love and respect these groups with all my heart!
sorry, its a bit long.

Y'know what pisses me off...

Do you ever just think about how Power Rangers:
• probably the most inclusive film of our time
•that doesn’t shoe-horn in its inclusion
• and actually has a really good plot
• and powerful characters
• with real flaws and issues
• that made me feel actually motivated and powerful

Lost its studio nearly $25 MILLION because no one saw it…

What kind of message do you think that sends to producers????

I’m not mad at people for wanting to see Beauty and the Beast.
I’m mad that y'all seem to care so much for inclusion but never seem to do anymore than just blogging about it🙄

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Alright, HERE we go! Awhile ago I had an idea for a MP100/Voltron crossover, and after mentioning it to @x-i-l-verify​ and loooots of brainstorming later, we have…*gestures vaguely* this. These are more or less screenshot redraws just to kind of get across who is who. :) More info, reasonings and musings under the cut, because well…it got long…

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Imagine if the first one to find out Ladybug’s identity...

…is Chloé Bourgeois. 

I can easily picture Alya finding out; I swoon at the thought of Adrien finally knowing. thelastpilot has given us an extremely spot-on characterization of Nino finding out who LB is. 

But when it comes to Chloé knowing, a part of me hesitates. Because I honestly don’t know how she’d react to that. She LOVES her some Ladybug, but absolutely cannot STAND Marinette. How does a person reconcile that? Will she like Ladybug less? Or stop altogether? Or will she stop being awful to Marinette? It could go so many ways! 

Imagine Chloé realizing that the girl she was secretly jealous of, the kind Marinette who made friends without money or fame or threats, the girl that Adrien seemed to enjoy being around, THAT girl was ALSO Ladybug? Who was loved by all of Paris? Including herself? 

Would her jealousy just get worse? Would she hate Marinette more? Try to sabotage her because no way can she have it all. She can’t be this popular pretty girl in school and ALSO a super hero. She doesn’t get to be so close to Adrien in school AND have him gawk at her as Ladybug. It’s just so UNFAIR. 

But then imagine Chloé knowing that with all the YEARS of harassment and rude comments  she’d subjected Marinette to, LB STILL saved her life. Multiple times. Marinette let Chloé call her a friend when she was behind the mask, even knowing she’d got back to school the next day and hear the mayor’s daughter throw insults at her. 

Maybe that is what, once and for all, stops Chloé’s reign of terror. Kinda

Imagine the class’s reactions when Chloé starts asking after Marinette’s health. Suddenly feeling guilty and realizing the girl might be falling down a lot because she has bruises or broke something in a fight or GOD what if she has the flu? 

Imagine Marinette’s skeptical reaction to that, and Chloé’s nonchalant “Well don’t think I actually CARE or anything…just don’t want your nasty germs getting all over me Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” 

Imagine Tom and Sabine’s bakery suddenly getting it’s debts paid off, courtesy of the mayor. Imagine them getting invited to cater at high-profile events and galas in Paris. Suddenly business is booming even MORE than before. The Dupain-Cheng’s don’t have to worry about money anymore. 

Imagine Chloé suddenly asking Sabrina to do two sets of geography homework. “You know…just in case I lose one or something!” But she knows an akuma attacked late last night and there’s no way Mari had time to do hers. 

Imagine there’s an akuma attack, and all their classmates wonder where Marinette is, and Chloé distracts them with a “Who cares about her anyway? She probably tripped and got herself locked in a closet somewhere. Let’s just go!” 

Imagine her purposely being late for school (she makes Sabrina do it too) as well so that the teacher leaves Marinette alone. Because if Marinette is in trouble then so is Chloé, and who would dare give the mayor’s daughter a tardy, and “We’re not late, the rest of you are just early!” 

Imagine that Chloé Bourgeois still pretends to be the stuck up rich brat everyone knows her as just to keep Marinette’s secret safe. 

Imagine her actually wanting to be Marinette’s friend even MORE, but feeling super embarrassed about everything between them and not really knowing how else to be. This is all new for her, and she’s never been really good at making friends. ;) 

And she thinks maybe that’s what she deserves for treating Marinette so terribly. Maybe she doesn’t deserve to have her as a real friend. But she’s definitely going to do what she can to help.

She IS Ladybug’s number one fan after all. 

Moriel Meta - in which Moriel is actually a healthy and respectful relationship, who knew?

I dislike the ‘Mor has to fix the Cass/Az/Mor situation/Mor should just talk to Azriel about everything/Mor has to be the one to change things and convince Az that he’s worthy of her’ for a number of reasons, most of which I’ve whinged about before (largely that it’s…kind of gross that all the emotional responsibility for this triangle is placed on..the only female character involved in it which is…deeply unfair) but apart from that I think it just shows a lack of understanding as to these characters and how they work and why Mor hasn’t said anything after all this time? 

And people say she should just get on with it and she should just say something and stop all of this but…I don’t think they consider the more problematic aspects of that? Azriel is in love with her and has been for a very long time and she knows this. I think that…In a way if she confronts him about it it’s like telling him that he has to be with her now. She puts him on the spot and forces him to approach a subject that she knows he’s not ready for

“So if he were ever interested would you … ?”
“The issue, actually, wouldn’t be me. It’d be him. I could peel off my clothes right in front of him and he wouldn’t move an inch. He might have defied and proved those Illyrian pricks wrong at every turn, but it won’t matter if Rhys makes him Prince of Velaris—he’ll see himself as a bastard-born nobody, and not good enough for anyone. Especially me.”

 This scene has been approached in a whole host of different ways from people thinking that Mor is flat out wrong to assuming that this has happened before and she knows this from past experience but…I always just kind of read it as it was written. Az doesn’t think he’s good enough for her. It doesn’t matter what she does. It doesn’t matter if she tells him that she wants him. It doesn’t matter if she peels her clothes off and offers him every inch of her. This isn’t a question of want. It never has been. The problem isn’t desire, it’s not even love, it’s worth. 

We’re talking about the person that Mor spent four hundred years convincing it was okay to take a break from work every now and then and go to a club. We’re told Az’s dedication to his work and the lengths he push himself to border on sadistic. This is not someone who takes what they want. This is someone who struggles hugely with self-esteem and self-worth. This is someone who was locked in the dark as a child and set on fire by his brothers as a game because he was that disposable and that insignificant and had that little value. This is someone who is terrified of ever being in that position again and who therefore works ceaselessly and denies himself the things that he wants, even small things like rest or leisure time, because he cannot let himself not be useful again for even a moment because what if they lock him away again because he doesn’t matter? 

So, fine, let’s say Mor does what everyone says she should do. She goes to Az, tells him how she feels, tells him how she knows he feels, tells him what she wants, puts him on the spot, forces him to do something about it. Either: he does as Mor (who’s known and loved him for 500 years) believes and simply does nothing, freezes up, doesn’t move, doesn’t act. Or, okay, maybe he gives in to her because this is the woman that he loves, you know? The woman he’s devoted to. The woman he would look up from a pool of his own blood and snarl at the king who controls the poison running through his veins in order to protect. So maybe he yields. Maybe he says okay. Maybe he accepts her because well this is what she wants. 

For a start that…Doesn’t change anything? Mor going to him and telling him she loves him and wants him and peeling her clothes off in front of him isn’t going to change a damn thing. Rhys making him prince of Velaris isn’t going to change a damn thing. There is nothing that can be done externally to change Az. (And Mor is not under obligation to change him just because she’s a prospective partner that’s a seriously damaged way of thinking too) Az has to change Az. Az has to decide within himself that this relationship is something that he wants, something that will be good for him (and Mor), something that he deserves, something that he can have. Mor cannot do that for him. 

You can’t fix someone’s insecurities just by telling them that you love them/want them? That’s…Not the way this works, especially not for someone like Az where it’s such a deep rooted thing. This is something that he has to work himself through and in the meantime Mor (and Cassian who is…in this almost entirely for Az) will make damn sure that he has the time and space that he needs. However much of it that might be. 

And for a second thing her doing that would be…really unhealthy? Think about it. She’s essentially going up to this insecure, damaged person who’s deeply in love with her and saying: right, I love you, I’m tired of waiting, I’m making an executive decision here, one that isn’t really mine to make (it’s not Mor’s decision/up to Mor to say when Az is ready) and I’m telling you we’re doing this. That’s…Not okay? Like that’s borderline emotionally manipulative? She knows how Az feels. She confronts him about it and she uses that to get what she wants? And it’d be damaging for him. No matter how much he wants this. He. Is. Not. Ready. For. This. Relationship. 

And so many people call Mor out for this? As though it’s her fault? As though it’s a bad thing that she respects his boundaries, respects his insecurities, doesn’t try and force him to change for her because it would give her what she wants? She waits for him. She has waited five hundred years for this man to be ready. She has never pushed him. She has never pressured him. She never will. 

Because this is Mor. And is it really so difficult to understand why Mor, who suffered horrendous abuse of her own as a child, which shapes her just as much as it shapes Az, would wait? Is it so difficult to imagine her refusing to put Az on the spot and pressure him and control him the way she was controlled? Because oh well everyone around you expects you to do this so you should.

 Is it really difficult to imagine her refusing to tell Az who he should love and when he should be with them even though he’s not ready? The way her family told her that she should be with a prince of the Autumn Court, even though she wasn’t ready and didn’t want that? 

Is it really so difficult to imagine Mor, who spent her early life being broken by the demands and expectations and pressures of others - her family, those who were supposed to be closest to her, love her, protect her- refusing to put similar demands or expectations or pressures on another? Especially someone she loves so much.

 Is it really so difficult to imagine Mor, who was shown so little respect that once she was no longer of use or value she was treated like an animal and cast out to die, to be someone else’s problem, would be able to muster up enough respect to let the person she loves so much make their own choices in life? The things that were denied her? 

Is it so difficult to imagine that Mor wants to allow Az a choice? That she feels he should be allowed to choose what he is ready for? And not have her decide for him? Not have her step up to him and say, this is what’s best for you, this is what you want, this is what I’m deciding that you should have?

Is it really an indication that Mor doesn’t love him that she waits? That she’s waited for five hundred years. That’d she’d likely wait the same again, that she’d likely die before feeling like she’d forced him into a relationship with her because she decided that it was time and he was ready and that this was what was best? And therefore that gave her the right to strip away his choices because she knows what’s best? 

Is it really such a terrible thing for one partner to actually respect the other, their history, their situation, their insecurities and understand that they can’t just make these disappear with ~the power of love~ because that’s not the way that mental health works? And that maybe the best thing they can do is not put any extra pressure onto them and give them time and space and support to work through things in their own time and way? 

And is it really so difficult to believe that this is actually the healthiest and best thing that Mor could do both for Azriel and her relationship with him? And that anything else is unfairly pressuring him and manipulating him and forcing him into accepting something that he himself isn’t ready for? And that an emotional abuse victim doesn’t want to emotionally abuse the person that they love? And that that really isn’t a bad thing, you know; that anything else would be toxic and one-sided and selfish and unfair?

Is it? 

TL;DR: Mor is actually capable of respecting Azriel and demonstrates her love for him through that respect in allowing him space, time and a choice in his own life and the relationships he feels ready to pursue. Her keeping her distance from Azriel, the man she loves, for over five centuries is selfless af and I am tired of seeing it twisted around to make her appear to be the opposite. She’s actually dealing with this situation in the best, healthiest way possible and if you’ve got an alternative to what’s happening that doesn’t involve a fukc tonne of coercion and emotional manipulation backing Az into a corner and forcing him to deal with something he’s not ready to face I’d love to hear it :) 

If you’ve had 4 glasses of wine and you keep checking your phone with that 1% of hope that he’s as drunk as you and he’s going to text you, you’re not over him.
If you find excuses to drive through his neighborhood, you’re not over him.
If he still crosses your mind every time you post a snapchat and you check to see if he watches it, you’re not over him.
When are you going to learn that telling yourself you don’t care won’t work?
Why is it so hard to accept the fact that something is over and grieve it then forget about it and move on?
What are you going to do when you get drunk and break down and tell him you miss him and he doesn’t respond?
You can pretend you’re over it as much as you want but you’re not actually over it until someone mentions his name and you can honestly say “wow I haven’t thought about him in a while, I wonder what he’s up to.” And until that point, it’s all acting. Just because you don’t talk to him anymore or you stopped throwing yourself at him, it doesn’t mean you don’t still want to. That’s the difference between pretending to be over him and actually being over him. You have to genuinely not want to care about this person anymore. And that’s the impossible part.

Hey, friends. I’ll be on hiatus for a while.

I’m feeling too awful and I don’t feel like I’m the same anymore. Sometimes I have this moments that feels like Blurryface is taking over everything and I don’t like this at all. I don’t wanna you guys to see me like this. I don’t wanna treat you guys poorly. You all deserve the best, the kindest and most inspirational words and I can’t give that anymore (I don’t even know if I ever could give you guys that). 

I know you guys don’t judge me. You guys are actually the best friends I could EVER have. I love you all so much and care about you all deeply. You have no idea how much you guys help me and make me feel alive. But I don’t know… I feel like I don’t deserve to be in here. Like I said before, I’m angry at everything/everyone and I don’t even know why. I feel so dead and I don’t wanna worry you all. I don’t wanna be negative. 

Anyway, I hope you guys stay safe. You guys can send me messages anytime and I’ll answer them when I come back. You are all fascinating, beautiful and lovely. You deserve the best and I believe in you all so much. Please, stay safe. You have so many amazing things to experience, to see, to sing, to meet… To live. So please, stay alive. You are so valid and important. 

I don’t know how much time I’ll be away, but I hope it’s not much because I already miss you all. I really don’t know if being on hiatus here will help me because like I said, you guys help me a lot. But I feel like I need to stay away for a while because if I don’t do this I’ll hurt you guys. And I won’t be able to forgive myself if I ever do this. 

Love you all, friends. I hope to see all of you (ALL of you) when I get back. Stay safe. Stay alive. |-/

- Larissa, the friend that will always love you all

so cold 03 / min yoongi

Originally posted by yoonmin

summary: after a week someone decided’s to show up at you dorm

note: the last part of the so cold, I hope this part is just as good as  the other two were

part 01 | part 02 


after countless days of just sleeping you managed to pick yourself up. the pain was still there but thinking about it either to stay still and not move or to overcome everything and forget about this past week made you very anxious. because part of you knew that you probably won’t let this go so easily. but the other part it felt like someone else was pushing you to stand up and back on your feet.

so you choose to get up and start fresh. with no worries not even a single thought about him. 

going into the bathroom you already knew what kind of a mess you were going to face. you. if these past few days have been the worst, well today you looked even worse. messy hair, unwashed while your face was so badly swollen. honestly you just didn’t care at all the way you looked. however since today was the day you’re finally going back to college you started a shower. washing your hair, face and body felt like you were erasing someone old you couldn’t recognize and a newer better of version was in front of the mirror. now standing with washed hair you put on an outfit, packed everything in your backpack and were off to college.


walking into your first lesson of the day was pretty normal. no one really asked where you were which was a good thing since you didn’t want to bring the past events back up. it’s not that you didn’t have friends. you did, but these people in your class were just your classmates and you would only hang with them in school. however you hated all of them. especially girls they were always bitching about other girls and talking about boys. that’s why you only had guy friends, that way there was no drama involved in your life. well now it is.

the college finished and you were now heading back to your dorm. stepping into the car you plugged in the key ready to start it when a figure pops beside your window. 

‘’y/n can you give me a ride home pleaseeeeeeee?’’ it was Jimin. one of yoongi’s best friends. the only time you would hang around with the other guys would be at yoongi’s house. usually you all would play beer pong or any sort of game that you found quite stupid. but at least you had fun and a good laugh out of everything.

‘’uh..sure jimin’’ you said and he ran on the other side of the car opening the door and sitting in ,throwing his bag on the back seats

‘’jimin buckle up your belt’’

‘’oh right sorry…’’ and as soon as he did that you started the car and drove of to his house. the silence was kind of awkward since you two hadn’t talked in about two weeks. that’s also the same amount of time you haven’t spoken to yoongi. you were thinking if maybe he mentioned anything to his other hyungs about you but praying that he didn’t. your friendship was over and that was it.

‘’how are you?’’ jimin asked turning his body to you. jimin was the same as ever his snapback that held that black messy hair in place, his gorgeous eyes and those lips that you were so always jealous of. jimin and you did talk quite a lot actually but since that day you haven’t spoke to him in a little while.

‘’been better you?’’ you answer quickly your eyes still facing on the road ahead of you. jimin lived about 15 minutes away from you. all of the guys lived about the same amount away and then you would all meet at yoongi’s house to chill. you wished that the ride would be short but today was one of the days it just had to be a huge traffic jam. 

‘’i’m good.’’ he says and you could feel his gaze on you. you pretty soon noticed he was looking at your face. so you turned your head to him as another red light popped up.

‘’can I help you?’’

‘’yeah actually I was just wondering…were you crying today?’’

and there it is. he noticed. he noticed something is up with you. you quickly bite the inside of your cheeks controlling your tears while turning your head away from him. honestly it doesn’t really matter if jimin knows or not but you don’t want to tell him your side of the story, you’ve been in pain long enough and don’t want to relive those moments.

‘’uh..jimin here we are’’ before you know it you two were outside of jimin’s house. you saw some movements from the kitchen’s window and noticed shadows moving in there as the music was blasting. you stopped the car waiting for jimin to get out but he insisted on you answering him.

right as you were about to tell him that you just had an allergy on something the door to his house opened and on the porch stepped yoongi. your eyes wide spread, heart pounding just like the last time not know what to do you quickly reach over to jimin opening his door saying ‘’get out please’’. he didn’t obey so you practically had to yell at him until he almost flew out of your car.

quickly closing the door you put in reverse and started going back on the road. in your mirror you saw yoongi’s face shocked and sad. as you were about to drive off you saw him running to your car, hearing your name being called over and over again.

‘’y/n please stop the car! wait I need to talk to you! we can fix this please…’’ 

but you were off.


you were at your dorm now sitting on the bed watching some series on your computer. you didn’t really think back at what happened 3 hours ago, since it could make you upset again so you distracted yourself with something else.

the weather outside changed so fast and it became gloomy. it started raining, large amounts of rain drops were now falling down from the sky and it became quite chilly. you moved your laptop away from you, getting out from the bed and stepping to your window. you decided to close it since it was pretty cold but as you were closing it you saw a person standing in the rain. drenched wearing all black clothes. then it clicked it was him. yoongi. if this wasn’t enough your heart started racing even harder when your heard your phone going off. reaching out to it and looking back up at yoongi, you noticed he was the one calling you. fighting with yourself not knowing if you should pick up or not you decided to do it.

‘’y/n? y/n please let me in…I…I want to talk to you it’s important please..’’ you could feel sadness in his voice and a few sobs escaping his lips. that made you start crying in seconds. you still cared so much about him no matter how many times you tried telling yourself you will never ever talk to him again. 

‘’the door’s open’’ you said closing the window and sitting back on the bed. you put your phone down, covering yourself in blankets like you were trying not to face the problem coming your way. what does he want? what are you going to say? why? so many questions were going through your mind and you needed answers.

hearing the footsteps approaching you twisted the blanket in your hand even harder, heart still pounding as if it’s going to explode out of your chest. he flung open the doors just like he always did. you kind of missed that, the way he would just barge in without telling you when he’ll come and then you two would have long conversations about nonsense.

‘’hi…’’ he started off slowly, his hair dripping wet making spots on your carpet.

‘’oh shit..’’ he hissed, looking that he’s making a mess on your floor.

‘’it’s okay’’ you shortly said and that made him look up to you. you couldn’t look away from him. his face was just as swollen as yours if not even worse. traces of tears were on it and unlike you he was lacking lots of sleep. all you wanted to do now was to run up to him and hug him, stay in his hug forever as his strong arms were giving you a feeling of protection. you wanted him to stroke your hair while you would put your head in the crook of his neck, smelling his signature perfume. it would always be like this, whenever you had a bad time or if he had. you two would be hugging for hours in complete silence which was normal for the two of you. 

still looking at him you couldn’t help but to cry as well.

‘’don’t cry please…’’

‘’how can I not cry…you broke me yoongi…the past two weeks, i’ve spent nothing but sleeping, I wonder how I’m even alive after all of this.’’ you said this in between sobs. letting all of your emotions go you didn’t care anymore how you looked in front of him.

‘’y/n…I’m so sorry for everything..I never meant to hurt you and make you feel upset is just that…I don’t know why I was acting like that but…’’ he trailed off wiping his tears with his sleeve.

‘’i realized something y/n…I’m…I’m in love with you too..’’ 

looking up at him you couldn’t believe what you had just heard. is he making all of this up just to make you feel better? or he actually means it. either way you are about to find out.

‘’stop with the bullshit yoongi…just because you feel sorry now doesn’t mean you can say such things…’’

‘’but I really mean it I swear y/n..you have no idea how hard it was but this week I realized everything. my other half. my better other half. i can’t be without you at all, you make me happy. so fucking happy y/n. and I love you…not as a friend, or a best friend but as something more..’’

‘’no yoongi…this is just a big no…i cannot believe you…why were you acting so cold to me then huh? and you even got a girlfriend what’s that all about then huh?’’ you were now standing up facing him with your whole body. you two were inches away from each other’s faces and you could feel the tension in the room.

‘’i just… I freaked out okay…I..uh..I was trying to tell you the same and when you told me first I was scared because I just didn’t know what to do, you’re my everything and I started fearing that if we would be together things might not go well and…then I was at some random bar where I met that girl and that was the way I was trying to forget about you but I couldn’t…you mean so much to me I don’t know what I was thinking y/n…’’

‘’yoongi I…’’ you were lost for words, part of you still confused but a part of you understood. and then his face grew inches and inches closer to yours. you backed away a little while his body was moving to you. before you knew it you bumped into the bed, yoongi’s hands catching you, while now you could feel his hot breath on your face. and bam. he smashed his lips onto yours but he didn’t move them. he just stayed like that waiting for you to kiss back. but you pushed him away, however he didn’t stop. grabbing you again he forced his lips onto yours, putting his hands on your wrists holding them up in the air while backing you against the wall. 

and then you just gave in.

you started kissing him back hands moving to his back, not caring that he was still wet from the rain. your hands tangled into his hair while he put his hands on your waist, pressing into you. you two kept kissing and it felt like you wouldn’t stop. after a while you to broke off and you just stared back into his eyes, slowly a tear slipped by across his cheeks you quickly taking your thumb wiping it off. he took you up in his arms placing you on your bed while he climbed behind you, spooning you into his figure.

‘’i’m sorry you were lonely…I’m mad at myself for not coming sooner but I just didn’t know…’’ he quietly said

‘’shhh..it’s okay now..everything’s okay..’’ you said back to him. yoongi was also someone who didn’t know how to control his emotions, so you understood him not thinking about anything else but just him.

and you two stayed like that for the rest of the night, both not broken and not lonely, and again you felt happy just like you did before. with yoongi by your side.

Fandom is barely feminist, and it’s not at all intersectional. 

What I’ve noticed about these ‘#MakeCapBi’ hashtags, and the many text posts about getting Steve a boyfriend, is that a lot of the time, it doesn’t come from people WANTING representation, but from people wanting to push their own shipping agenda forward.

Usually, at the expense of female characters.

#MakeCapBi isn’t about wanting Steve to be bisexual, it’s about wanting him to be in a relationship with Bucky. It wants to replace the Steve/Sharon relationship with a Steve/Bucky relationship, because Steve/Sharon is ‘forced’, ‘unnecessary heterosexuality’.

Forget the fact that Sharon and Steve have been interacting in 2 out of 3 Captain America movies or anything! And that she and Steve have a substantial relationship in the comics! All of a sudden it’s ‘don’t kiss your ex’s niece, Steve’ ‘it’s disgusting that they’d have Steve kissing his ex’s niece but not him getting a boyfriend’.

The ‘Sharon deserves better’ crew are the same people who are completely willing to refer to her as nothing but ‘Steve’s ex’s niece’, completely willing to diminish Sharon’s character in order to make her a punchline in faux social justice posts that are really just bitter Steve/Bucky fans whining.

Everyone is a social justice warrior when it comes to fighting for two white dudes to fuck, but they’re perfectly content to stand idly by in a fandom space COMPLETELY toxic to female characters. Steve can’t build something with a woman HIS OWN AGE, who he feels an emotional connection to, without a thousand people writing bitter posts about ‘forced romance’, but everyone is perfectly okay with the rampant racism in MCU fandom. 

People are SO sensitive about Steve kissing Sharon ONCE, but waited until three white Chrises were the leads of the MCU before noticing that… maybe MCU casting is “a bit white”.

What I’m saying is if all you care about is white dude kissing, maybe all you’re doing is fetishising homosexuality and you’re just masquerading as someone who cares about social justice.

Something i said loong time ago..

But I wish they would make one last episode accept the finale with all the endings woth A, uber A, AD and show us who was doing what exactly. Like bottle spinning when it pointed on aria and somebody turn it for spencer. There were two ppl there. And then we actually can see who it was in the same exact scene. Who was drinkijg vodka soda with a straw, who was wearing alison mask and emily mask. Even scenes how toby entering this small cafe/restaurant while called pretty eyes. But as A not when spencer was waiting for him. I dont care anymore about Wren coloring this picture, i dont care aboutany other shady things. Just please show us who and when was doing what you already showed us wothout an answer!
Anyone with me on this??
S.

anonymous asked:

So you got plagiarized! ! BOOHOO!! What's the big deal!! It's not like you poured yourself whole heartedly, wove your soul in your work, shed blood sweat and tears to make magic happen. It's just stuff. So people will send you hearts and hugs and smiles. Be happy , be greatful. You don't need to be outraged. That's wrong. It serves you right you got your work, ur style, ur similiea, metaphors stolen. Why did u share ur work without copy right in public? It's public property now.

Yo, I know you’re dicking around with me, because your sarcasm subverts the shit out of your comment rendering it ingenious in a way. But lemme tell you, I wrote that post when my ass was super sad. Super damn sad. I haven’t been that sad for the longest time when it comes to something unrelated to family/real life personal.

Now my ass is salty as fuck.

BOO-freaking-HOO, right? It’s not a big deal, YEAH? Man, I am so rarely angry here on Tumblr unless I’ve come online and seen some anon bullshit happening, so let me make it crystal clear for you:

Don’t plagiarise.

Don’t plagiarise.

Don’t fucking plagiarise. 

Don’t appropriate dishonestly. Credit when you are inspired by someone. Acknowledge your plot bunnies and specific writing styles if they’re lifted directly from someone else’s fic. Just fucking do it. Otherwise spend just as long as we all do labouring and pouring our hearts and souls into these creations, and come up with your own material. 

It’s that simple.  

I know my fics inside and out. Like the back of my hand. I can recite entire one shots to you off by heart because these fics are manifestations of my blood, sweat and tears. They contain everything I’ve managed to squeeze out of my body and brain. I spend literally all night, not sleeping until early hours in the morning, because I care that much about where I place my verbs and prepositions, and which sentences should be complex with subordinate clauses, and when I need to pull in for tension or pull out for exposition. I know my own writing so well it makes it that much easier to identify the many permutations I see of it when it starts cropping up in other works. 

Don’t be outraged, you say? I am livid. And sad as fuck. To the point that it’s not even about the actual theft anymore, but the fact that I’m now scared this has permanently soured my experience of a fandom I think is cool as hell.

So I’m taking the time to calm my ass down. So I don’t dig an even bigger hole and fill it with words I might regret later. So I can come back and at least express gratitude for the “hearts, hugs, and smiles” people have kindly shared, and figure this shit out.

As of right now though, I’m done.

Have a motherfucking great day, anon. Kiss my salty ass on the way out. 

And for god’s sake: don’t fucking plagiarise.

It really is that simple.

I need to talk about this part

First let me just say I’m so happy that we got
a) more Poe
b) Ranpo and Poe teamwork
c) Ranpo and Poe teamwork vs. CHUUYA

but anyway this particular part stood out to me, so allow me to briefly analyze my otp and cry about it

This is some real ass character development my dudes
Poe’s first reaction is “great, maybe they’ll die so I can be the only winner” which is pretty much how he felt when he faced off against Ranpo the second time
Poe is very competitive, from what we can gather based on literally everything we know about him, so of course it’s pretty much second nature for him to get excited about the prospect of the competition being eliminated

BUT THEN
he thinks about it for a second and he’s not cheering anymore, his smile is gone, and he’s wondering “what am I gonna do if Ranpo actually dies”
Poe forgets about being competitive to think about what would happen if his practical idol were to die

THIS MAN JOINED AN ORGANIZATION HE WASN’T EVEN LOYAL TO AND WORKED FOR 6 YEARS TO COME UP WITH A MASTER PLAN TO STUMP RANPO AND FIND HIM AGAIN BECAUSE ALL HE CARED ABOUT IN LIFE WAS BEATING HIM AND BEING THE BEST DETECTIVE, EVEN IF IT REQUIRED KILLING RANPO AND HIS SUBORDINATE
this man is at least slightly upset by the possibility that he might beat the man he devoted his life to winning against in the worst way possible

*mic drop*

anonymous asked:

Hey ^^. I've seen the spoiler, and i'm really confused now. According to the spoiler someone arrives, soma opens the door and gets shot. Soma even speaks such line as "If you don't hurry up, I'll have the desserts all by myself", "You don't look well, is something wrong?", I mean he must be talking to ciel, at least he thinks so. But the carriage looks different, besides, i don't think Ciel wants to kill Soma. So Is it the twin? By the way, I can't see the twin's purpose in killing Soma

Hey Anon :) A translation got out by now so I hope you read the new chapter before reading my response. To answer your question, basically I agree with @akumadeenglish‘s post:

  • Seeing Soma’s reaction, it’s someone he has met before
  • but at the same time I really doubt it’s our!Ciel because Soma’s reaction was more lukewarm compared to how he generally reacts to Ciel (even if the last time we saw Ciel & Seb, Seb said they were going back to the house). 

Of course there are other possibilities at this point, but since it feels like the more we get into this arc the less things we speculated on make sense, personally I’m trying to avoid crack theorizing too much and so I’ll bet on the twin (probably Lord Sirius) for now. :)

As for what’s the purpose of the twin (if that’s him) for trying to kill Soma, well, that’s just my opinion but…

If we say that somehow Ciel sacrificed his twin 4 years ago (even if I don’t know exactly how that happened), which is why Seb appeared in the first place, if the twin survived/became a BD and was told/remembered about what happened, maybe he decided to take revenge on Ciel because of what happened 4 years ago and of Ciel taking his identity?

A revenge that would include:

  • shooting Soma, because he is Ciel’s “friend” even if Ciel doesn’t agree on that
  • but also taking Lizzie away from him (through emotional manipulation because she is probably very pained and confused)
  • all that in order to hurt our!Ciel.

I mean, some readers will never agree on that, but I think Soma’s words in the new chapter about Ciel are spot on:

Ciel already lost his parents (and twin) 4 years ago + Ann a year ago now, so take away the few people Ciel actually still cares about (Lizzie mostly, but maybe Soma to some extent as well, since they’ve known each other for a year now) and it would be easy to hurt him, no matter how much he pretends not to care at all. 

That’s how I see it for now anyway so I hope it’s understandable and I’m sorry if it’s not, since there are still a lot of things I can’t be sure about (namely UT’s role in all this, I’m just not sure of anything anymore).

Thanks for passing by and have a nice Kuro positivity day tomorrow, Anon :3 


Hey Anon! And I guess it’s different for everyone, depending on what you’re skeptical/didn’t like about the 2CT?
When I see how the more we get into this arc the less we can be sure of anything, I think it’s sure that Yana actually planned it long ago so that it would supposedly make sense, so I’m giving her a chance to convince me until this arc is over. :)

Personally, even if I don’t like the hidden twin trope (simply because it’s not my fav option when it comes to fiction), I’ll be more or less okay with the 2CT as long as:

  1. the main plot, current arc and future arcs still make sense storytelling-wise 

  2. the twin creates drama because he’s supposed to be a villain and not a poor little angel who just was a victim all along (seeing as he possibly just shot Soma/Agni tho, I’m not so worried about that point xD)

  3. the characters (namely Lizzie and UT) still make sense with everything that we learnt about them so far, UT being the one I’m the most worried about recently (since I’m not sure anymore of where he fits in the current arc).

That’s what I’m asking of Kuroshitsuji in general anyway, so it’s not just because the 2CT is becoming canon, even if I might become a bit more intransigent about character developments in the future (because the cast is the main reason I like Kuroshitsuji as much as I do). 

Sorry if that doesn’t help but thanks for passing by and happy Kuro positivity day to you for tomorrow, Anon :3

9 tips to get your s*%# together

1. Get more sleep! No more falling asleep reading, or messing around on my phone. I’ve picked up this bad habit, and it is hard to break. It seems like I cant fall asleep now without checking out new lists on listverse, reading the news, or scrolling through Tumblr. I am also WAY guilty of exercising zero self control when it comes to recreational reading “one more page…one more chapter…” until its 0300 and I have to get up in a couple hours. I need to turn those electric devices off by 2230. 

2. Snooze less. This one sort of goes hand in hand with #1. I have ALOT  to do, I am supposed to get up at 0500 everyday and walk my fur-babies for an hour, then get ready and go on with my day. Lately, I have been snoozing my alarm until it wont snooze anymore. If I went to sleep when I am supposed to, I would probably have no trouble getting going on time. 

3. Using a 24 hour weekly schedule to record what you are actually doing with all of your time can be VERY eye opening. I need to be better about following through with my plans. I know how to manage my time, but lately I have been quite lax with the execution. Being better about this would help reduce stress, and increase productivity- both things that most students care about. 

4. Less T.V. During the semester I try not to watch more than 3 hours of T.V. per week. It is SO easy to get sucked in…GOT anyone? 

5. After a 4 hr lecture, 2 hr lab, and 8 hr shift at work I feel like going home, falling into my bed and passing out so that I can repeat the process the following day. If you wear makeup, washing it off before bed is HUGE. No matter how tired you are, just do it.

6. Prep- all kinds of prep makes life easier. meal prep, prepping what youre wearing, or taking with you the following day, etc. 

7. Set aside time to do stuff around the house everyday- do not let things pile up until your day off! Make a daily task list and check it off everyday.

8. Exercise for you and your pets. I have 3 big dogs, they need structured exercise, not just running around the dog park or in my yard. They each have a pack they carry and we (normally) walk every morning. Some mornings I may not feel motivated to get up for that 3 mile walk for myself, but I will do anything for my dogs well-being, so I’ll get my butt up and go. (Kinda off topic- but let me throw this out there, if you have pets, they need you. They depend on you to take care of them, to give them what they need. They do not just need food! Dogs need affection, discipline, and exercise. If you’re stressed because your dog is misbehaving- look at your own behavior.What does your pet need that you are not giving them? Dogs are not born bad, humans make them what they become. ((Just saying no pit bull was ever born a killer)) unbalanced dogs are bound to do things you dont want them to do. Large, high strung breeds, or working breeds are going to need more than a dachsund. Dont just love on your pets, also give them what they need. If you cant make enough time, or muster up enough patience to give them what they NEED, then you need to rethink your priorities, or your status as a pet owner. Dont be selfish, pets are not put on this earth for human amusement.) 

I also need more exercise than a walk, so I do indoor cycling 3x a week, interval/strength training 2x a week, and yoga at least 2x a week. 

9. If you enjoy getting your hair and nails done (or if you enjoy doing your own) then make time to do this. If these little things  make you feel good about yourself, then it is important, and not frivolous. 

**Sorry about the weird timing of the pet rant- it’s just one of those things that I feel so passionately about, and I feel like too many people dont give it enough thought. It is not just a pit thing, its a pet thing. My dogs are all pit mixes, and they are all mixed with a working breed,  they were all abused and rescued. One of them was used as a bait dog in a fighting ring a few miles away in Tuskegee. They have helped me through some of the toughtest times in my life, and I owe them to give them the best lives. I feel painfully passionate about treating animals the right way. To be quite honest, I tend to like animals more than most people. 

Send My Love (To Your New Lover) - Part 3

Part 1 Summary:  You come home to find that Baekhyun has been unfaithful, which you expected, but what no one expected is your reaction.

Part 2 Summary: You and Baekhyun have gone your separate ways, but it seems that Baekhyun has made the wrong choice. And now he’s Suffering™. 

Part 3 Summary: Will Baekhyun finally end up with the right person? Is he okay?? Is anyone okay???

So this was supposed to be a one shot, and as I said in Part 1, you can end it there. BUT if you need closure, here’s more to help satisfy your needs.

Tagging these honeys because *hearteu*:  @tousdae, @byunshim, @imbaekhyunstrash, and @kryloxen

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Coda

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Julie’s POV

Julie has never driven as fast as she does now, her foot never even touching the brakes until she sees the flashing of police car emergency lights in the distance. And even then she doesn’t so much slow as stop abruptly in front of the scene and dash out of her car.

The highway is fairly deserted now so Julie’s full attention is on the police cruiser parked next to the station wagon that’s pulled over. Three figures are standing over one huddled silhouette. Baekhyun.

Julie rushes over to them, identifying herself to the two cops before kneeling down before Baekhyun. “Hi baby,” she says gently as she searches for his hands beneath the shock blanket around him. “Are you okay?”

He looks up to smile at her, and it’s the most broken thing she’s even seen. “No.”  

No. But then, she knows this. Julie’s body goes on autopilot then, the way it always does when she’s in a stressful situation and she needs to act instead of feel. Sliding to her feet, she asks the cops and the presumable driver of the car, “What happened?”

The driver is an older man with a worn face, and he gestures to Baekhyun with concern. “I was driving home when I spotted his body sprawled on the side of the road, and I got real scared that someone had hit him or something.” The man shivers in a physical display of Julie’s internal horror. “So I stopped the car to check on him – and he was alive! Eyes open and everything. But he wasn’t all here, if you know what I mean.” The man leans in and says under his breath, “You might wanna check him for marijuana.”

“Okay, thank you, Mr. Daniels,” one of the cops, the one with the bald head, says. He ushers the old man back to his car while the other cop turns to Julie.

“Hi Julie, I’m Officer Richards, the guy you spoke to on the phone.” He has a calming voice, and Julie imagines that he must have to use that tone very often in his line of work. “The good news is that we did test Baekhyun for alcohol and drugs, and he’s clean. But he’s not off the hook yet. We think you should take him to a doctor because this kind of behavior, however infrequent, can have dangerous consequences if left unattended to.”

“I hear you, sir,” she replies hollowly. “Thank you for calling me. Can I take him home now?”

“You can. But please…” Richards gives her a warning look, “don’t let things get to the point of no return.”

They already have.

Julie nods and collects Baekhyun from where he sits, guiding him into the passenger seat of her car before returning the shock blanket to Officer Richards. She can’t meet his eyes as she hands it to him, and she can’t meet Baekhyun’s eyes when she gets into the driver’s seat. Not that he’s looking at her – he’s just staring blankly out the window with his hands wrapped around himself.

Julie says nothing as she drives them back to the apartment. She doesn’t ask him to explain how terrible his nightmares must be to drag him all the way to the highway. She doesn’t ask him about the phone calls. She doesn’t ask him about the tears that have begun gliding down his face – and she doesn’t bother wiping away her own. It’s only when she finally pulls into the parking lot and rolls to a stop in front of the building that she speaks.

“When did I become your emergency contact?” she asks, staring straight ahead. She already knows the answer but she needs to hear Baekhyun say it.

“When Y/N changed her number,” he answers.

The words hang in the air, confirming everything, and she nods, closing her eyes. The sun is high in the sky by now and its light pierces through the darkness of her eyelids, forcing them open. There is just no fighting something so undeniable. So inevitable.

Her last words to him are a whisper. “Goodbye, Baekhyun.”

At the edge of her vision, she sees his hand hover as if he’s going to reach out to her, touch her. Hold her with him. “Goodbye, Julie.” His voice is soft, and softer still, she feels the lightest brush of fingertips against her cheek. And then he’s gone.

She doesn’t watch him go. Instead, she pulls out her phone and dials the new number she’d just loaded into her contacts. “Hi,” she says when the call is picked up. “We need to talk.”


The café is bustling at its peak hour when Julie walks in. She’d stopped at her sister’s place on the way here to borrow some clothes and generally clean herself up, and now she tugs at her skirt nervously as she glances around the place. She’s never been here before, but it’s got a nice atmosphere – bluesy music in the background, framed pictures of coffee beans and steaming cups on the walls, chill-looking people on their laptops and chatting with one another at the tables.

It doesn’t seem like the kind of place where a fight would break out. And Julie needs that right now – because her eyes land on Y/N sitting at a corner booth, staring out the window.  

Her stomach roils as she forces herself over there. Abort. Abort. But she makes it to the table and plasters a polite smile on her face as Y/N looks up at her.

“Hey,” she says lamely.

“Hi, Julie,” Y/N nods. Her expression is carefully neutral, and Julie’s not sure if that’s better or worse than hostility. “Have a seat.”

“Okay.” She slides into the booth and looks down in surprise at the cup already sitting in front of her. “You…bought me a drink?”

Y/N shrugs. “Well, I had to buy something or we couldn’t stay here.” Julie observes the other girl for a moment, taking in her admittedly pretty face and tasteful clothing, the relaxed set of her shoulders and clear eyes. She’s put-together. Impervious. The kind of person Julie could either love or hate.

Right now, it’s easier to hate her.

“Thank you,” Julie finally says and takes a sip from the cup. And then she gags, sputtering, “Is this just used coffee grounds and water?”

Y/N smiles innocently, but for the briefest second, Julie sees real hurt surface on her face before being replaced by the original coolness.

Ah. So not as impervious as she’d thought. Somehow that makes her easier to like.

Julie sets the cup down and pushes it away, sighing. “I guess I had that one coming.”

“Good guess.”

“And speaking of which,” she continues, “I just want to say that I’m sorry for…everything.”

“No, you’re not.”

This catches Julie off guard. “What?”

“No, you’re not,” Y/N repeats. “You’re not sorry for everything, you’re sorry that things didn’t work out between you and Baekhyun.” She doesn’t say this pettily or angrily – her tone is matter-of-fact, as if she’s correcting a student. “And I’m sorry about that too because at the end of the day, I just want him to be happy.”

“Oh, come on,” Julie snorts. At Y/N’s raised brow, she adds, “No one is that selfless. I mean, you’ve got to hate me at least a little bit, right? You’ve got to resent the fact that he wanted to be with me too.”

“What do you want from me, Julie?” Y/N says tiredly. “You want to hear me say that I hate you? I did. There were days when I couldn’t make myself get out of bed and go to work. And the days that I did get up, I would sit in my car and scream myself hoarse because I couldn’t figure out what more I could have done to keep him. I hated him, I hated myself, and most of all, I hated you. Does that make you happy?”

“No,” Julie whispers.    

Y/N slouches forward and rubs her temples. “Me neither. So that’s why I had to stop – it was making me miserable, and…stupid as it is, I still do care about him. And when you care about someone, you wish them the best, right?”

“Right.” Julie straightens up a little in her seat and nods. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”

She glances up apprehensively. “What? Are the two of you getting engaged or something? I thought you weren’t together anymore, or did you just say that on the phone to get me here? Because you didn’t need to tell me this in person—”

“No, no, Y/N! Nothing like that. Just the opposite actually.”

“You’re…getting divorced.”

“Oh my god, will you just listen to me?” Julie groans, and Y/N bites her lip. “Baekhyun and I broke up, which you know because I called you and told you. But what you don’t know is why.”

“I just assumed it’s because he found out that you’re a lesbian.”

“Oh, was it that obvious?” Y/N cracks a smile and almost unwillingly, Julie does too. “No. The reason I asked you to meet me is because I want to ask you to consider giving Baekhyun a second chance.”

She blinks. Takes a breath. Pinches the bridge of her nose while she collects her thoughts and then says in a low voice, “Why?”

“Why…would I ask you to consider this?”

“Yes, that, and why should I consider it?” Y/N’s eyes are dark. “You realize that he cheated on me, yes? People don’t cheat when they’re happy in their relationship.”

“No,” Julie agrees slowly, “but they do cheat when they’re confused.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now – ‘confused’?”

“Look, I’m not trying to excuse his behavior here, or mine. And even if Baekhyun was confused, he was wrong to act on it instead of talking it out with you. But…”

“But?” Y/N prompts.

Julie forces the words out. “But he’s not confused anymore. He’s still in love with you, Y/N, maybe even more than he was before you left.” She’s surprised at how easy it is to admit this. Maybe it’s because she always knew, deep down, that Baekhyun was never truly hers  

Unexpectedly, tears fill Y/N’s eyes, and she quickly looks down at her hands as if she can hide them. “Don’t say that to me. Don’t lie. Just because you’re not right for him, it doesn’t mean that I am.” She impatiently scrubs her eyes with the back of her hand and adds, “I was just a safety net for him, and I’m done being that.” She looks to Julie then, pleading. “Just let me move on in peace.”

“I can’t!” Y/N jerks back at Julie’s intensity, but she keeps going. “I can’t. Don’t you get it? You’re not the safety net – you’re the fire. He was just afraid of falling, but he did. He fell so hard and now he’s consumed by you.”

She makes a face. “Cute analogy. Where’d you find that one, a Nora Roberts book?”

“Y/N.”

“Julie,” her mouth tugs up despite the hurt on her face, and she confesses wryly, “I do have a little pride, you know?”

“I know, and that’s why I’m here to ask you for this and not him.”

“Baekhyun asked you, the girl he cheated with, to come meet me, the girl he cheated on, to try and get me back?” she asks incredulously.

Julie considers lying and saying yes, but then she drops her shoulders in defeat. A relationship built – or rebuilt – on a lie never lasts. “No. He doesn’t know that I’m here.”

“Ah, see,” Y/N sits back with a sardonic smile. “Nothing has changed – except that you’re now in my boat too. Welcome aboard.”

“You’re a bit of a smartass, huh?” Julie marvels. “No wonder Baekhyun fell for you.”

“Smart ass? Maybe. Broken heart? Definitely. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go let it heal now—”  

“Wait.” Y/N pauses in the middle of leaving the booth and looks down at Julie reluctantly, waiting for her to finish. “Fine. You don’t believe me when I say that he loves you and wants you back? Then hear it from him.”

“I don’t want to talk to him.”

“You don’t have to.” Julie reaches into her purse and pulls out a neatly folded paper. “Just listen,” she says as she stands too. Tucking the paper into Y/N’s shirt pocket, Julie offers her a small smile before clearing her throat and walking away.

It’ll probably be a while before she stops reflexively waking up at 5 AM.

Y/N’s POV – 7:00 PM

The office is quiet at this time of night, especially on a Sunday. You’re sitting at your desk, toying with your phone in one hand while your eyes read over the paper – the phone bill, for the hundredth time. Given to you by Julie back at the café.

Julie, Baekhyun’s other girl.

You hate to admit it, but she’s not the worst person you’ve ever met, and it surely must have taken some strength for her to meet with you, let alone advocate for Baekhyun’s heart.

Sighing through your teeth, you look around the office for more work to do, anything. Paperwork to finish or files to organize or meetings to schedule. But unfortunately, you have great time management skills, and all your work was completed on Friday. Damn. The phone feels heavy in your hand, weighted with expectation and uncertainty.

It had taken a lot of negotiating with your phone company, pleading, and even threats to find a new provider, before they’d agreed to let you temporarily access your old number’s voicemail box. Thankfully, the number had still been in quarantine or this definitely would have been an illegal transaction. And you’ll do a lot of things for Baekhyun, but breaking the law isn’t one of them. Probably.

There’s a knock on your door, and you glance up, smiling politely when you see your boss. “I’m heading home now, Y/N,” she says. “And you should too. You’ve been working way too hard lately, and it’s starting to show on your face.”

“These aren’t wrinkles, these are laugh lines,” you say, deadpan, and she chuckles.

“Okay, well, regardless, I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good rest of your night.”

“You too.” Your attention has already returned to your phone before she even closes your door again. You’d come to the office so that you wouldn’t have to sit alone in your apartment when you heard Baekhyun’s voice – but you finally realize that it doesn’t matter where you are or who you’re surrounded by. This is going to hurt like hell either way.

“Fuck it,” you mutter, and you open your voicemail.

You have fifty-three new messages. And you listen to them all.

The early ones aren’t so bad. Or rather, you’ve braced yourself enough for them. A lot of apologies from Baekhyun, him tripping over his words as he tries to convey his regret for hurting you. But after a couple of weeks post-break-up, there’s a change in his words. Just as Julie had said. A sense of wanting, longing.

Y/N, comes his voice from the other end, as if this is just another one of your late-night calls with him. Am I despicable for wanting to be your happiness even now? After all I’ve done to you?

The rest of the messages seem to be as short as this one so you play them all.

I wrote a song for you and maybe one day, you’ll let me play it for you.

I can’t sleep anymore. No, I do sleep. I just can’t find rest.

There was a little girl at the grocery store today, and she had your exact smile and eyes. I want to hold your child, our child, in my arms just once. I want that for us some day.

You hear these out without too much trouble. It’s once you hit the second round of messages, the more recent ones, that things start getting rough.

Jagiya, he says raggedly into the receiver. You said not to call you ‘beloved’ if that’s not what you are, but…what else do I call the one who has my soul, the one I gave it to willingly? I see you everywhere. I keep smelling your perfume. It’s like you’re haunting me – you won’t leave me. But then when I look for you, I can’t find you.

You run a cold hand through your hair and skip to the next message.

In my nightmares, I find you, comes Baekhyun’s hushed voice. There’s a babbling sound in the background, like moving water. Where is he? It’s only a nightmare because I have to wake up. I just want to sleep forever. Life is so much more bearable when I only have to live it inside my head because that’s where you are.

“Oh god,” you whisper, anguish at his grief mixing with alarm at his words. How was it possible for him to feel all this and still come home to Julie at night? Maybe his love for her was different than what you’d perceived it to be – or at least now it is. You play the next message anxiously.

How is it that when you left, you took my life with you – but I am still here? Where have you gone?

You’ve found happiness. That’s all he says in this one, and you crinkle your brows. Happiness? What’s he referring to? You check the message date and see that he sent this one just yesterday. Yesterday…what were you doing yesterday? You were at the mall…with Alexander—

Alexander. You shake your head in disbelief. Was Baekhyun there, did he see the two of you? And more importantly, why did he assume that Alex and you were together? Because you’re not! God, he’s just your coworker, and not at all your type. You turn back to your phone in frustration and chew on your lip when you see that there’s just one message left. Taking a breath, you play it.

Please be happy, Y/N. If you are, then I will be too. And if I only get to say it one last time to you, I want to say that I love you. But you know that, don’t you? You know that.

You do know that.


[Part 1] [Part 2] [Coda] [Masterlist

Kong: Skull Island
  • Kong: Welcome to Skull Island! My name's King Kong. What's yours?
  • Tom Hiddleston: Tom.
  • Kong: So what are ya, some kind of action hero?
  • Tom Hiddleston: I'm an explorer.
  • Kong: That's cool.
  • Tom Hiddleston: I guess.
  • Kong: You don't say much, do ya? Who's your friend?
  • Tom Hiddleston: This is Brie.
  • Kong: OMG! Is that Brie Larson? Girl, I loved you in Room!
  • Brie Larson: Oh, um, thank you.
  • Kong: You know, people are always so surprised when I say I loved that movie. It's like they've never met a giant ape with good taste in movies before or something. I tell ya, girl: Just because I'm a big hairy monster doesn't mean I don't appreciate emotionally riveting drama. I bawled my eyes out while watching you in that movie. You totally deserved the Oscar.
  • Brie Larson: Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
  • Kong: Liked it? Girl, I loved it! Would ya mind signing this copy on Blu Ray for me?
  • Brie Larson: Sure.
  • Kong: Oh gee thanks! Hey, do you guys like mojitos? I make a killer mojito.
  • Samuel L. Jackson: I like mojitos.
  • Kong: Get out of here! Sam Jackson, you're here too?
  • Samuel L. Jackson: You'd better believe it, Kong!
  • Kong: It just keeps getting better and better. Did you guys know I'm already friends with John C. Reilly?
  • Brie Larson: I didn't know that.
  • Kong: Well it's true, and he and I are having a big blow out later tonight at my place. There will be music, dancing, and plenty of mojitos. You all are more than welcome to come.
  • Samuel L. Jackson: Count me in!
  • John Goodman: Me too!
  • Kong: Whoa! John Goodman, of "Rosanne" fame? I feel like I've died and gone to frickin' celeb heaven over here!
  • Tom Hiddleston: Hey, how come you know who they all are, but you didn't recognize me? I'm famous too.
  • Kong: Oh, I recognized you, Tom Hiddleston. I just didn't want to acknowledge you because I don't care for how you broke poor Taylor Swift's heart.
  • Tom Hiddleston: She broke up with me, actually.
  • Kong: And I'm sure she had a very good reason for doing so.
  • Tom Hiddleston: Can we not talk about this anymore?
  • Kong: Sure, let's drop it... Well, I've gotta run, gang. Got a big party to prepare for, ya know. See you all tonight!
  • Brie Larson: Do you need me to bring anything?
  • Kong: Oh Brie, you're such a sweetheart for asking that, but all you need to bring is that beautiful face of yours. I've got plenty of snacks and drinks to go around.
  • Brie Larson: Okay. See you later.
  • Kong: This is going to be the best party ever!
  • END SCENE
  • -Joe
Promising Futures ((Cedric x Reader))

summary: cedric is ridiculously romantic and y/n is ridiculously surprised. 

request: Could I request something that’s not a prompt? :) cuz I would loveeee to read a Cedric x reader where he proposes to her during the tournament. :9 and then there’s a nice lil AU where he lives and they get married!

warnings: SPOILER warning for The Goblet of Fire, slight swearing

pairing: cedric x reader

prompt(s): none

a/n: i’m sorry post layouts are such a mess right now i’m kind of experimenting at the moment, so if you see any that you like or that bother you let me know

also i had to go back to the book and read the specific pages for this one so i felt very professional

but i love cedric so much and i’m honestly very glad you requested this so thank you. 

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 “We’ll take it at the same time. It’s still a Hogwarts victory. We’ll tie for it.”

Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms. 

“You– you sure?”

“Yeah,” said Harry. “Yeah… we’ve helped each other out, haven’t we? We both got here. Let’s just take it together.”

For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn’t believe ears; then his face split into a grin

He grabbed Harry’s arm below the shoulder and helped Harry limp toward the plinth where the cup stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand over one of the cup’s gleaming handles.

“On three, right?” said Harry. “One–two–three–”

- J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg. 634


“My God– Diggory!” it whispered. “Dumbledore–he’s dead!”

Those words were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around them…and then others shouted it–screeched it–into the night-”He’s dead!” “He’s dead!” “Cedric Diggory! Dead!”

- J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg.671

You feel all of the air force its way out of your lungs, and before you know what you’re doing, you feel your legs push your way across the terrain and through the crowd, not even apologizing to the people you bump into along the way- though they certainly bother to scold you for it. You just had to see it. You had to see Cedric… 

Sitting up? You freeze when you see him, and feel your mouth drop open at your clearly perfectly okay boyfriend. He’s gazing around from his spot on the ground, a rather frantic look on his face, completely ignoring the various hands reaching out to him. 

You’re not completely sure how or when you got from where you were to where he is, but you throw your arms around him, pressing your face into his very real and very alive shoulder. You don’t even remember when you started crying, but you feel his arms pull you closer, holding onto you with the same desperation that could be found in your actions. 

“Oh god! Oh god Cedric, they were saying that you were dead.” you tell him, running a hand through his matted hair. “Why would they do that? Why would they ever do that?”

“I was.I thought I was. I think he missed.Or maybe he wasn’t powerful enough, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.” he wipes your tears away, pulling you back to him. “I’m so so glad I’m holding you right now.”

You don’t know what he’s talking about, but frankly you don’t care at the moment, so you just nod in agreement. “Me too. I love you. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

You can feel his smile, and then his mouth brushed against your ear. “Marry me.”

You freeze. “What?”

Marry me.” he repeats again, his voice just above a whisper.

You pull back so that you can look into his eyes. “Are you serious?”

“I faced bloody Voldemort. And all I could see was your face. And your hand. I couldn’t believe that I was stupid enough to die without placing a ring on that finger. So, Y/N Y/L/N, yes I’m serious. Marry me. Marry me.” he shifts you out of his lap so that he can get onto one knee, and the voices around you– everything around you- stops, as the crowd stops trying to get to you. You can’t help but glance at Cedric’s parents, who stop dead in their tracks, their mouths open. “Don’t look there. Look here.” he urges, grabbing your wrist to get your attention. “I haven’t exactly asked you yet. Kind of just commanded, actually. So, Y/N Y/N, will you marry me?” He searches your eyes, seeming to loose a bit of confidence as his voice cracks in his next word. “Please?” 

“Cedric… You’re in shock. You don’t mean it. I mean, you can’t mean it. We’re… You’re… You almost just died and now you have some condition that I can’t currently remember the name of, but really you don’t mean it, and you’re going to regret it the moment this wears off, and-”

“I don’t have some condition, Y/N.” he looks at your solemnly, though there’s a hint of laughter in his eyes. “I mean it. I swear I mean it, and nothing that I ever feel could make me regret asking you this. Because I love you. Everything other than love is just silly, Y/N, and I don’t care about it anymore. All I care about it you. I want to be with you forever. The only thing almost dying has done is given me the confidence to ask you something I’ve wanted to for a long time. So will you please marry me, Y/N? Or at least reject me before my parents have an aneurysm?”

“Oh. Oh wow. Of course I’m not going to say no to that. Who could possibly say no to that?” There’s a moment of silence before you realize that you haven’t actually said “yes” yet. “Yes.” you breathe out. And then he’s up and twirling you around, and the crowd is cheering. Then, glancing around, you remember what was going on. “I think maybe you have some explaining to do.”

 that summer –

“Do you, Cedric Diggory, take Y/N Y/L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife,to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and promise your love to her forevermore?”

Your breath catches in your throat at the smile on his face. His eye meet yours, and you can feel the warmth from them inside your heart as he squeezes your hand. “I do.”

“And do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Cedric Diggory, to be your lawfully wedded husband,to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and promise your love to him forevermore?”

You almost giggle at the anticipation in his eyes, wondering if he actually expected that you’d say no. “I do.” 

He grins, surging forward to kiss you before anything else can be said, though no one makes a move to stop you as his lips touch yours. You peck his lips lightly, pulling away quickly, flushing at the idea of kissing him in front of an entire crowd. 

“Mrs. Diggory.” he murmurs, winking at you, before focusing his attention back to the crowd. 

i feel like the book excerpts were a little confusing, so i’m sorry, i just didn’t know how else to convey time well, i guess? my transitioning sucks lol.

but…….. i hope you liked it because it was really fun to write. *editing soon*

gif isn’t mine

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