this is so good omg i cant breathe

Responses to {Part 27} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

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but it’s hard to admit how it ends and begins

he can never get enough,get enough of the one

on his face is a map of the world 

this is our time to own it so own it

baby we will born with fire n gold in our eyes

there is something different about you and i

i feel like I have knew you my whole life

there is beauty behind every tears you’ve cried

baby we will fall with fire n gold in our eyes

there is love inside this madness

though I don’t believe in magic i believe in me and you

it happens in the time it took to look back

slow down before today becomes our yesterday

don’t force yourself to fit in where you don’t belong

i wanna respect everybody’s opinion but some peoples opinions are just so terrible

so crazy to think that someone out there is wishing and waiting for someone just like you

time doesn’t wait for anyone do it before it’s too late.

how do i get a flat stomach by tomorrow

sometimes i feel useless but then i remember i breathe out carbon dioxide for plants

what is it like to not be tired i can’t remember

my favorite activity is pretending that i can sing

*ends up dating myself*

life tip: fuck off

im a hot mess minus the hot part

mood: i’d rather be sleeping

i wanna be a sweet person but people are dumb man

interrupt my sleep and I’ll interrupt your breathing

do you ever think about how bitchy and annoying you really are and wonder how anyone ever tolerates you

i have style im just too broke to prove it

*cares more about tv series than social life and grades*

can i sell my feelings on ebay

i really fucking cant believe i wasted so much time on people i dont even care about anymore

tired has become part of my personality at this point

do u ever wanna start ur diet but then u realize how good food is

omg im so unphotogenic what am i gonna do when i become a celebrity

*accidentally trips on low self esteem*

ur ugly personality will ruin ur good looks for me

at least i know nobodys using me for my looks

im allowed to call myself ugly but you are not allowed to agree with me

I like being alone I just don’t like feeling alone

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So I just found out xiumin is blonde and I FREAKED OUT I've been fangirling for an hour HE LOOKS SO GOOD, what would xiumin's reaction to you freaking out over his hair? (You're dating)

A/N: Dear God…fc I’m freaking out too, just when you think this dude can’t get any better… BOOM, HE SLAYS HIMSELF…

Xiumin reacting to you freaking out over his blonde hair:

You: MY FUCKING GOD, KIM MINSEOK, WHEN AND HOW DID THIS HAPPENED. OH MY GOD I CANT EVEN ASKDMMSKDSOJFDJAKJA *starts hyperventilating*

Xiumin: Sooo… you like it, jagi?

Originally posted by sorachorom

You: IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION? ASKFKSJFIGHSNAOE

Xiumin: /yassss, she liked it!/ *starts mentally dancing*

Originally posted by minseoxual

You: *stops breathing*

Xiumin: Jagi?!!! Are you okay???

You: …

Xiumin: OMG, I THINK I KILLED HER!!!

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A/N: YES BOY, OFC YOU DID!

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please don't make this a tragedy

a/n: part three yay! this is the final part. if you’d like to read the other two parts here they are: 1 and 2. as usual, this is based off “pieces” by red.

summary: time doesn’t heal all wounds

trigger warnings: mentions of violence and death, cursing 

i’m here again, a thousand miles away from you

“Any news?” Bruce asked. You stood right beside him, wringing your hands in anticipation.

The doctor looked grim, and you didn’t like the way she sighed. You’ve heard that sigh before.

“We don’t know a whole lot,” she said. Those were her exact words. “We put him in a medically induced coma to reduce swelling, but he’s showing no signs of waking up any time soon.”

You read between the lines.

He was showing no signs of recovery.

You stood in your apartment without him. Everything was the same way you left it. You hadn’t been home since two nights ago, instead finding sleep in the stiff plastic chairs in the waiting room. It had been a long two nights, you didn’t want to think about the rest of your days in the apartment alone.

The likelihood of him waking was slim. That’s what the doctor told you. But no one thought Jason could come back to life. In fact, everyone thought resurrection applied to the likes of Jesus Christ. Gods and Messiahs and Chosen Ones. That damn doctor didn’t know Jason like you did. She didn’t know that he had been through hell and back. She didn’t know him.

But you did.

So why did you feel so helpless? He had gone through much worse, hadn’t he?

You hadn’t cried since you arrived at the hospital, was that why? Did you need to cry? Because you didn’t want to. Crying meant that you had accepted his death. That you had given up hope. And you still had faith he’d wake up. It was dumb and not accurate according to the statistics, but you had faith.

Your heart reminded you of a promise he made long ago.
He couldn’t leave you. He wasn’t allowed to.

So in your grief and anger, you decided to wreck the place. Picture frames were hurled across the room, as were glass plates. Your laundry basket was tipped over and the clothes in it were thrown around. Toiletries were shoved off the bathroom counter. But it didn’t help. The mess made it worse. He wasn’t even there to clean it up.

In the end, you found yourself sitting in a pile of dirty laundry, broken glass, and blood from the cuts on your palms.

a broken mess just shattered pieces of who i am

“Jason, I don’t wanna do this anymore! Can we do something else?” You whined. Your head was dangling off the edge of his bed while your feet stuck up straight in the air.

“This homework is due tomorrow. It’s important that we do it,” Jason refuted, writing some more on his sheet of paper.

“But it’s so boring. I don’t care about what Hamlet did or didn’t do. Let’s do something fun!” You exclaimed, nearly falling off the bed.

“Like what?”

“Chemistry, AP Stat, Biology, Physics, Calculus-” You were cut off by Jason shoving you off the bed. “-Hey! That was rude.”

“Don’t say shit like that ever again.”

You pressed your forearms on the top of the bed while kneeling on the floor. “Do you kiss Alfred with that mouth?” You had seconds to dodge the thick English textbook he hurled at your head. “Damn Jason, calm down.”

“Talk shit, get hit.”

Your eyebrows shot into your hairline and your jaw dropped. “With a fucking textbook?”

Jason shrugged and wrote down another answer. “At least we weren’t in the kitchen. I’m crazy good with knife throwing.”

You didn’t even bother to ask where he learned it. Jason would never tell you. And honestly, you were used to his unusual talents.

It had been four nights since he was admitted into the hospital. You hadn’t gone home since that night you had a meltdown. You couldn’t. It was still a mess. And you didn’t want to clean it up. That was Jason’s job.

So you stayed with your parents which was probably just as bad considering the memories you had in that room. There were so many nights you spent on your bed with Jason, studying and watching some random movie you found in your living room. On the nightstand beside your bed, there was a picture of you and him from middle school. It was before you had braces and before he hit puberty. Any other time, you would laugh and cringe at the same time. Maybe you’d even turn the photo away for a moment so you didn’t have to see your sixth grade self. But when you saw it a few minutes ago, you nearly cried. You threw it in a dark corner of your closet so you didn’t have to see it.

You had no idea how many photos you had of you and Jason until it hurt to see them.

Additionally, you couldn’t walk past your parents without them giving you the same look the Waynes had given you.

Pity.

The only person who didn’t look at you like that was your best friend, but that was because she didn’t know what happened. You couldn’t tell her you were dating Jason Todd, it would raise suspicion. She remembered him from school. As far as she was concerned, you were still heartbroken over some guy named Matt that you dated senior year. So when you weren’t sleeping at your parents’ place, you were with your friend and avoiding the Waynes as much as possible.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Your friend asked. You were sitting on the couch in sweats, with your English textbook in front of you.

You looked at her with a furrowed brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “You seem a little off.”

“Just tired, I guess.”

She nodded and walked into the kitchen. The conversation ended.

i’ve lost so much along the way

You hadn’t moved from your bed, even a week after the funeral. You were still in that god awful dress with makeup stains on your pillow case. You hadn’t bathed in two days, hadn’t eaten in four. Both seemed pointless.

If you could, you would hold your breath until you died, but that was impossible. You remember reading somewhere that you can never commit suicide by holding your breath. Your body will eventually force you to breathe. Eventually, it will force oxygen back into your lungs. Because instinct trumps all, just not death.

You hated how you felt, like the world was ending, like any purpose for breathing meant nothing because you could never spend those breaths of fresh air with him. How does someone even move on from the death of a best friend? How does someone move on from that gaping hole in their chest?

You were learning that you don’t. You just learn to ignore it.

Two weeks. It had been two weeks. No word from the doctors or Bruce. Not that you had gone out of your way to make contact. Any texts you got from Dick or Tim were ignored. You had stopped going home and it was worrying your parents. They left so many voicemails all talking about how they hoped you were okay.

“You need to tell me what’s going on with you,” your best friend said.

You hadn’t eaten in two days. “Why? I’m fine.” Except the bags under your eyes were dark as night.

“Barbara called. She told me about what happened.” She sat beside you on the couch. “She said Jason was alive and that he was the guy you’ve been dating.” Her hand was placed on your knee. “She said he was in the hospital, and has been for a week now. She also said that you haven’t been responding to anyone’s texts or calls.” You said nothing. You were too busy staring into empty space, pretending that the ache in your chest wasn’t increasing in pain. “Y/N, is this true?”

“I need some air,” you said abruptly. You got off the couch and went out into the cold and drizzling rain in your pajamas and a pair of slippers.

Should you just run away? It seemed that you couldn’t escape him no matter how far you went. He kept catching up to you like a sick reminder.

You started heading down the neighborhood streets. The cold rain quickly soaking your pajamas in a matter of minutes. No one was out, it was nearly midnight in a suburban part of Gotham. Your life felt like a sad indie movie. The moon was hardly out, being blocked by the clouds in the sky and your boyfriend was unresponsive in a hospital bed with his family surrounding him while you walk around the streets at night, searching for answers in the loneliness. You’ve never felt this lonely before, even when Jason died the first time. You hadn’t known his kisses then, you had never felt his embrace after a nightmare, you had never seen him waltz in your shared apartment looking so damn happy to see you. A sob started to raise in your throat, but you kept it down. You had made it a week without crying, you could survive another.

“Hey! Wanna hear a fun fact?” You ran up to Jason when he arrived at school. He looked tired and worn down, but he had his days, and you had learned to stop asking about them.

“I bet you I already know it,” he teased. A small smirk was left on his lips.

“Did you know ‘O Captain! My Captain! was inspired-”

“By Abraham Lincoln?” Jason raised an eyebrow before his smirk widened. “Why yes, I did know that.”

Your heart dropped just a little right before you started pouting. You shoved him a little. “You jerk.” His laugh bounced off the school walls as you walked inside. “Why do you know that?”

“Why do you?” He countered.

“I asked first!”

Jason sighed and laughed in the way that he does. It was easily the most attractive sound you had ever heard. “I really love literature and books. There’s very little I don’t know about.” You rolled your eyes in what you thought was discrete, but he saw it and heaved a heavy sigh. “Listen, you can run circles around me in physics, chemistry, biology, statistics, the list goes on. Just let me have this one?”

“Alright, Todd.”

You sighed and found yourself sitting on a curb. After Jason died, you had found yourself reading O Captain! My Captain! more than you usually would have. You had gone to him every day before school hoping to surprise him with a fun fact about literature, but he knew each one. It frustrated you to no end, but you kept trying anyway. It eventually led to you reading more and more poetry. Walt Whitman intrigued you first. Jason had suggested him when you asked for good poets. Naturally, you read O Captain! first. After all, it felt like your poem. Most people have songs.

You and Jason had poems.

O Captain! My Captain! was yours.

You just never expected him to be the Abraham Lincoln to your Walt Whitman. Not at fifteen. And certainly not now.

i tried so hard

“I still don’t understand why Fate makes a tragedy even more tragic,” you mumbled.

Jason sighed and rolled his eyes. It was something he usually did when you questioned his favorite subject. “It’s the idea that it doesn’t matter how hard you try to work against your destiny, it’s gonna happen. And you have no say,” he replied.

You were still sitting on the curb. Your lips were probably blue and you were probably on the verge to hypothermia. Not like you cared though. You were trying to get on with your life but it wasn’t working. Two weeks after the whole incident and you couldn’t pull yourself together.

You didn’t even think your friends and family had faith in your recovery. Wouldn’t they be looking for you right now if they did? Or had they given up? Most people in the TV shows are upset for a few episodes and some people in reality are upset for the rest of your life. So maybe your grief was normal? Of course you had no idea. The only person you had lost was Jason. But you were fifteen years old then. You were too young to understand. Too innocent. You didn’t know that Jason was Robin. You didn’t know that Dick was Nightwing or that Bruce was Batman. But you knew now, and that was enough for you.

You wanted revenge. And you wanted it right then. You wanted to know who hurt Jason. You wanted them dead. Surely Dick would cover your tracks if you left behind a mess, he did the same for Jason on multiple occasions. You stood up with confidence and anger in your bones. You started heading out of the neighborhood and into downtown Gotham with every intention of grabbing the weapons Jason hid back home.

There was really no point to your pajamas anymore. They were soaked in rainwater, as was your hair. You were sure that you would feel the cold settling in if you weren’t so angry. A few cars passed by you, splashing cold rainwater onto you. One part of you wanted to key their car and slash their tires, but you had a mission. Nothing could stop you.

Part of you remembered a time when you thought you and Jason were opposites, hence why you worked so well together. But you remembered how he died for his mother. You remembered how Dick told you that Bruce wasn’t even enough to deter him from saving her. A vague segment of your mind told you that you were doing the exact same thing. Nothing was going to stop you from avenging him. People thought you were weak and simple minded, but you weren’t. You were as tough as nails. You have lost so many hours of sleep waiting for your boyfriend to come home. You could sew up any wound with trembling hands and blurry eyes. You could clean up blood better than anyone.

You walked up the flights of stairs to your apartment, fully prepared to swing the door open and see the mess you left behind. You were fully prepared to spend fifteen minutes sifting through the dirty clothes and trash to find a gun or a knife. But when the door opened, all you saw was nothing.

No trash, broken glass, dirty clothes. It was all cleaned up.

Any ounce of hatred left in your bones had disappeared.

You shut the door weakly as tears welled up in your eyes, but you forced them down. You weren’t going to cry. You walked further into your home, half expecting no one to be there, half expecting Jason to jump out at the same time.

Who else would clean your apartment?

A throat cleared from behind you. “It was disgusting in here. I had to do something.” You turned around, your heart still racing from the scare. “Master Bruce requested that I pick you up.”

You crossed your arms and looked the butler in the eye. “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to clean up the disaster you left behind,” Alfred retorted. “Your friend called Miss Barbara who called Bruce who told me to come get you.”

You shifted weight onto your hips. “Why are you always the one who shows up right as I’m about to do something stupid?”

“Call it Fate.”

Your heart stung painfully. You took a seat on the couch in front of the coffee table. The same couch where you stitched up Jason on multiple occasions. You let out a sarcastic laugh. “You know, in order to have a tragedy, you have to have a higher working force. A Moral Order or Fate. It’s the idea that it doesn’t matter how hard you try to work against your destiny, it’s gonna happen. And you have no say.” Your voice got softer at the end of your sentence and your heart started to crack a little more with each word.

Alfred sighed heavily, in a way that wasn’t condescending or cold and took a seat beside you. “I think those things only really apply to literature and cinema, Y/N,” he said.

“Do they?” You looked down at your hands. “Because right now, I feel like it’s just my destiny to keep going to Jason’s funeral.” A sob started making its way up your throat. “He just got back from the dead, Alfred. He can’t die yet. Not yet.” You looked at him with such pain and such grief, you didn’t think you could hold it back anymore. “This was our second chance. I thought they were giving us a second chance!” You threw your head into you hands.

“Y/N…”

“And I didn’t even say ‘I love you,’ Alfred.” You stood up and started pacing around your living room. Your hands were being dragged through your hair at a furious rate. “I said ‘yeah’ like he asked me if I wanted fries for dinner.” You looked at him, feeling so utterly helpless and useless. “He may never hear me talk again, Alfred. He may never hear me say ‘I love you’ ever again. I may never hear him speak, or feel his embrace. Or look at that god awful helmet he wears.” You collapsed onto the floor in a dramatic heap and sobbed for the first time in two weeks.

Alfred was by your side and rubbing circles into your back. He soothed you like a child and waited for your sobs to quiet down.

“I don’t think your last words to him really matter,” he said. “He knew how you felt, and that’s all that matters.” Alfred sighed heavily. “Master Bruce requested that I take you to the hospital to see Jason.”

You looked at Alfred, completely alarmed. “Have they made the decision yet?”

“They don’t want to make it without you there.”

You nodded numbly and stood up on shaky legs. “I’ll be a moment. I have to grab something.”

“And change into dry clothes,” Alfred reminded.

You nodded once more and went into the back

i’ll find everything i thought i lost before

It was a long trip to the hospital. You rode in the front with Alfred and he didn’t protest. The backseat had too many memories. You and Jason used to goof off in the backseat after school freshman year. Those afternoons included gummy worm fights and sheets of blank paper found in random corners of the car.

You were glad that Alfred was neat because if you happened to find a random balled up paper with Jason’s fourteen year old handwriting on it, you might’ve just died from heartbreak.

Alfred pulled up to hospital and you were out of the car before he had even pulled to a stop under the portico. You had a book clutched to your chest as you raced inside.

“Y/N!” Tim called from his spot in the waiting room. No one else from the Wayne’s were there, probably on a separate floor.

“Where is he?” You asked, not even bothering with a salutation.

“Third floor, room 313,” he said. His eyebrows pulled together as he looked you over. “Hey are you-”

You were halfway to the elevator by the time he spoke up. You pressed the elevator button fifteen times before it finally opened up. You closed the doors before anyone else could join you right after you hit the level three button.

Tears started streaming down your face. Now that the elevator doors were closed, you could finally see yourself and the mess you had become. Over the past two weeks, you had avoided any reflective surface, afraid of what you’d see when you came face to face with your reflection. But you saw yourself now, and you weren’t happy with the way you looked like something out of the Walking Dead.

The elevator opened at the third floor and you sprinted down the hall.

Only to realize you weren’t going to right way. In fact, you really had no idea where you supposed to go. And you must’ve looked absolutely pitiful because a kind nurse came up to you without a hence of hesitation.

“Down that hall, take a left. He’s the fourth door on the right,” she said kindly.

You didn’t thank her, nor did you ask how she knew who you were. You stumbled down the halls, your wet hair hitting you in the face as your turned that sharp corner. That book still clutched to your chest. You flew down the hall until you got to that fourth door on the right. You stood in the doorway and your breath left you while your arms went limp.

Barbara, Dick, Damian, and Bruce were all standing around the bed, but you couldn’t see him. Bruce’s tall figure was blocking your view. But Dick saw you and he cleared his throat, gathering the attention of everyone. He nodded towards you as you stepped into the room. Dick and Barbara gave you the same look of pity and empathy they’d been giving you since you’d seen them last. Damian looked indifferent when he stared at you, but you knew he was hurting. And Bruce had yet to look at you.

No one said anything, but they left the room anyway. Everyone but Bruce that is.

You walked around him and to the foot of Jason’s bed. If you weren’t already crying, you were sure that seeing your boyfriend hooked up to a bunch of machines and bandages all over his body would’ve done the trick. He looked as fragile as you felt.

“You weren’t here,” Bruce said. The man made you uneasy. Sure, you had known him for a long time. But being in his presence with his once dead son in critical condition made him distant.

“I know,” you said. “I thought if I just ignored everyone and everything that-”

“You could pretend like it never happened.”

You let out a defeated sigh. “Yeah.”

Bruce took a look at the book in your hand and let out a exhausted laugh. “He always loved that guy,” he said. “I’ll leave you two.”

You waited until Bruce was out of the room before you sat down in the chair beside Jason’s bed. You took his hand in yours and nearly cried at how cold it was. Nonetheless, you stroked your thumb over his knuckles just like you used to. “Hey, Jase,” you started. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here. I just wasn’t strong enough. I tore up our apartment and then I left it like that. I ignored my family and yours. I nearly got hypothermia. I even seriously contemplated committing murder of those bastards who put you in here.” You gave a pathetic laugh. “And that happened in the course of fourteen long days without you.” You waited a little longer before speaking again. “I love you, Jason.” You wanted to say more, but you’ve run out of your own words.

So you referenced Whitman.

“My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still / My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, / The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, / From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; / Exult O shores, and ring O bells! / But I with mournful tread, / Walk the deck my Captain lies, / Fallen cold and dead.” You were a sobbing mess at the end. Leaves of Grass was covered in tear drops by the end of the poem. You only read the last stanza, but that was your favorite by far.

Your hands were shaking and loud sobs were leaving your mouth. You clutched Jason’s hand and sobbed into his cold and motionless arm.

He was going to die, you knew it. You knew it from the moment everyone left the room. Bruce didn’t ask Alfred to bring you here to discuss his plans as much as he wanted you to say goodbye.

“I love you, Jason Todd. I love you. I love you I love you,” you cried.

A sound of rustling sheets were heard, but your crying was so loud, you didn’t take notice.

“I find it really pathetic that it took me almost dying for you to finally open a poetry book willingly.”

Your heart stopped. There was no one else in the world who sounded like that. There was no one else in the world who would make a joke about death like that.

You looked up and saw him staring right back at you with a cocky smirk on his face. And this time, you were sobbing for a whole different reason.

i come to you in pieces so you can make me whole


by @sand-castles-of-cigarette-ashes

anonymous asked:

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me, a wreck

episode narrated by viktor yes pls

naked beauty in a pool

a couple of dads being bros

taking naked photos

tsundere kitty actually loves his fans

reflection

emotional moment eMOTIONS

bUT YURI’S ASS THO

help your boyfriend, viktor

did someone say threesome 

no? okay

‘take me on a date’

YURIO IS GETTING SOMEEEE 

OTABEK HONEY BE READY FOR SOME INTERROGATION FROM HIS DADS U BETTER TREAT THIS BOI RIGHT

kitty has a friend

t e n s i o n between the main gays no pls

wait-

wait stop i wasnt ready-

ACTUAL RINGS WAT-

WE WERE RIGHT ABOUT THAT EXACT SCENE WE WERE RIGHT OMG THIS SHOW IS GIVING US EVERYTHING AND MORE

THIS IS SO DELICATE AND BEAUTIFUL WHILE IM JUST A SCREAMING MESS RIGHT NOW PLS HELP

intermission- everything~ is~ so~ good~ and~ pure~ and~ wonderful~ 

-PAUSE TO BREATHE FOR A MOMENT-

sAme, mari-chan

dont worry gals, i cri too

SHOW ME THIS DRUNK BOI

YOU CANT HIDE THIS FROM US

ding

ding

I AM LITERALLY PHICHIT THERE

ENGAGEMENT HOLY FUCKING SHIT SOMEONE SAVE ME IS THIS ACTUALLY REAL

what

oooh okay they mad about the gold medal thing oookay 

i thought they were gonna oppose my loves okay thank god this show is all pure

piss off, JJ.

the rings sparkle like the tears in my eyes

umm

umm yurio, no

no angst here pls

leave, child

go have fun with your new boyf

i mean i love you, kitty, but let your dads be pls

Viktor is just dad telling off bad son tho omg

mORE VIKTOR NARRATION I AM THANKFUL FOR EVERYTHING

IM NOT READY FOR THE GRAND PRIX FINAL NO PLEASE

guang hong & leo boyfs pls

miNAMI MY SMOL SON

*inhales*

-tension with the big bois-

yURI HOLY SHIT FUCK O M G

*EVERYTHING INTENSIFIES*

gulp

sigh

damn that was a good episode

w

wait-

is that-

DRUNK YURI-


death proceeds to take my soul to another realm



~a poem by me

anonymous asked:

JESUS NAMJOON'S SMILE IN THAT PHOTO WITH THE CHAINSJSKNAKQKMAQNSMskboqmwjsozwlnajaNNAKENS THAT'S THE MOST SINCEre SMILE I'VE EVER SAW IM DEAD ALQNLmV wkaoamN AND JIMIN'S FACEE THO OMG LOOOOLLLL ICANT SOMEONE HELP ME MY HUSBAND TAE LOOK SO HAPPY ALL OF THEN LOOK SO GORGEOUS MY DEAR KOOKIE, SMOL YOONGI USNAKAK MAMA JIN WONDERFUL AS ALWAYS JANSJSJAnnama help me i cant breath (dead anon)

FHKDABFJDFD YES I SAW IT OMG THEY LOOK SO GOOD IM NOT DISAPPOINTED AT ALL THEY BE POPPIN. NAMJOON MY BOI WITH THAT HAIRCUT DID YALL SEE PLSSS. KOOKIE EXPOSING THE HOLY FOREHEAD IM SCREAMING HE LOOKS SO GOOD, MY HUSBAND TAE IS SERVING RICH SUGAR DADDY LOOKS FHDJHDSJL THEY ALL ARE GLOWING, COLLECT UR MAN JIMIN DEad anon do u hear me, i need him to be collected or else ill start throwing punched listen ok 

OK OK BUT IMAGINE DOMESTIC!RANDL like in any context you want it could be the usual rhink, it could be friendshipping them,, roommates, both, or maybe even my fave QPR!rhink. but they live together in a house/apartment/whatever. and just…..OMgG….

  • give me the legs on the couch thing from did you get me anything? where rhett comes in to sit down but links asleep on the couch and has to move his legs
  • give me link fell asleep on rhetts shoulder during a movie or a show or something and rhett has to decide whether to leave, stay, or wake him up
  • give me throwing things at each other to get the other one out of bed in the morning.
  • give me rhett walking in on link taking a head shower and saying dude thats weird and teasing him while he brushes his teeth
  • give me rhett is the one who cooks more but link really wants to give him a break and try and it doesn’t generally turn out so well but rhett doesn’t care bc its cute that link tries and he thinks its good anyway
  • give me “JUST PLAY SOMETHING bc im not gonna start eating til you play something!!” from link to rhett at dinner in front of the tv
  • give me link cut himself on something and he RLY TRIES to not bother rhett bc he feels like he shouldn’t be so bothered by it and he does really good until he realizes theres like a splinter in there and he has to pull it out and he just CANT and he ends up resting his head on the counter taking deep breaths trying not to faint but then rhett comes in and he’s like !! LINK !! and he rubs his back and takes him over to a chair like are you ok whats wrong omg and then he sees the wound and he takes care of it and links like “dude thanks you didn’t have to do that i had it” and rhetts like “of course you did link” and link doesn’t know how it happened but all of a sudden he’s wrapped in a hug
  • give me rhett being the one who remembers to lock the door at night
  • give me link immediately gives important things like files or keys or whatever to rhett bc he knows rhett won’t lose them (even while he grumbles about how ‘unorganized’ rhett is lol)
  • give me rhett begging and begging to get a dog and FINALLY link says yes ok i’ll share our space with a dog and then rhett brings home….two of them…
  • give me link throwing a blanket on rhett when he falls asleep on the couch
  • give me one of them is sick and the other staying home to take care of them (against many protests and amid secret appreciation and gratitude that isn’t actually that secret to the other)
  • give me link not allowing rhett to wash the dishes bc “you don’t clean them to my standards of hygiene”
  • give me rhett having back trouble and link flying around the house to bring him anything he needs and make him comfortable and distract him and rhett is like no i shouldn’t let this affect me i should take it !! i should absorb the pain //tries to stand and link is just like rhett no….relax…i don’t like to see you in pain man
  • give me rock paper scissors to see who gets to drive this time
  • give me shopping and link wants to stick to the list but rhetts just like an excited puppy running around the store like LINK LOOK AT THIS look at THAT can we buy this i think we should try tHIS and link’s like rhett i think maybe we shouldn’t- but then rhett’s already off to a new thing behind him
  • give me one of them can’t sleep/is lonely so they go into the other’s room to just lay in there and sleep
  • give me link forgets to pay the electric one time andhe calls and gets it worked out but its still off for a day and hes afraid rhett will be mad but rhetts just like hey it happens and in THE MEAN TIME CAMPING IN THE LIVING ROOM
  • NOT TO MENTION all the totally domestic things they ALREADY do IN REAL LIFE like the argument about which handed link is ?? or the whole sharing a car who fills it up etc argument ?? or the CUDDLING WHEN THEY HAVE TO SHARE A BED….
  • GIVE ME DOMESTIC-Y FLUFFY CUTE RANDL ITS MY JAM OK LIKE ITS  M Y  J A M
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JUST WHY? WHAT DID WE DO? WE BUY THEIR ALBUMS AND SUPPORT THEM. GIVE US TIME TO REGAIN OURSELVES BIGHIT. ALSO GIVE US TIME TO FIND MONEY. JUST LOOK AT JIN LOOK AT HIM OMG AND THE TAEHYUNG WHY YOU LITTLE…. DON’T GET ME STARTED ON JUNGKOOK NO NO NOT HAPPENING EXCUSE YOU MAKNAE BUT STOP IT PLEASE . AND THEN HOSEOK THOSE LEGSMMMMHMM NAMJOON LOOKS SOOO GOOD LIKE I CANT BREATHE AND YOONGI IS SO MUCH MORE THAN ONE WORD AND JIMIN I CAN WRITE A WHOLE BOOK ABOUT HIM AND THAT WILL BE LIKE HARRY POTTER SERIES… It’s 1am almost 2 and I cannot stop

The signs as No Control and 18 LIVE reactions
  • aries: WHAT IS LIFE GIVE ME FOOD
  • taurus: WAIT WHAT IS THIS, IS IT REAL??
  • gemini: omg so happy! Finally! I'm so proud:)
  • cancer: THESE MOTHERFUCKERS I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO MUCH AND I DIDN'T EXPECT IT OMG GOALS I LOVE THEM
  • leo: I WILL SELL MY BODY TO WATCH THEM LIVE
  • virgo: yeah cool but LOUIS IS MY SON
  • libra: IM LATE WHAT'S HAPPENED IS NIALL OK?
  • scorpio: BRO TIE ME UP AND FUCK ME
  • sagittarius: this is it. This is the day. GOOD BYE
  • capricorn: I REALLY WANT TP BREATHE RN I CANT
  • aquarius: YEAH BUT WHERE IS ZAYN
  • pisces: I DONT KNOW WHAt to feel right now i could cry

anonymous asked:

Pls pls pls explain panics history in terms that sound like fan fiction a 12 year old wrote, it'll be beautiful

okay this is SO not in detail and i missed SOSOSOSOSOOOO MANY parts and it doesnt even sound 12 it sounds like fuckkin NINE YRS OLD but here goes

————-

*~~~RYAN POV~~~*

hello im ryan ross im 18 and i liv in las vega im in college i hav a schlorship in creativ write but i dnt wana b in collage i wnat to travel th world w/ my band paainc at th disco *sigh* i wuz in band practise today w my bandmats spencer adn bretn and trevior 

2day i realiszed trevir sux so i want 2 get a new guitarer so i did and his name iz breadbin urine and like he’s SO HOT like i cud not evieeenn. im lyk sooooo in luv with him i made him lead singer so i ken stair at him when wer playinfg showzzz

i sent pepe wrontz (he’s th BAEssist of fell out boy and omgzz he’s lyk sooo hot but not as hot as breadbin) our songz and he actually massaged me and sed he lyked dem i wUz like O M G PEpeT WrONTZ!!! he sed he waz gonna cum hiere 2 listen to us play and if he lykk us enoff he myt sign as and make us famousz i was like OMGZZz!!! CRAYZE RIGYT?????

so pepe wONRTZ wnet 2 watched us plyay and hE LIKED US AND SED HES GNonA SIGN US AND HE BOUGHT US DEL TACO OMG!!! i dropd out ov collage and we finishd our 1st alboom a fevre u cant swet out i wrote ol de lyrix!! theyre abt my alkoholic dad he didnt lyk i dropd out of colage 2 mek mousic….

we tourd a lot we wer mekup on stage im soooo good at makup sometyms i do breadbin’z makeup and i get 2 breathe hiz air its soooo hot sometimes breadbin kissez me on stage i think he lovs me??? we kickd brent out of th band becos hes a SHIT BASSIST!! even breadbin is bettur breadbins so talentiiiidd <33 we replacd him w the academy is old gitur tech jon!! 

we wentz (haha geddit?) to a cabin 4 our nxt album pretty odd we got hi a lot alot and wrot sum cool sonzgz it was a betls sounding ablum and most of d lyrix i wrot wer abt breadbin <33 we tourd and i didnt lyk d critix sed we suk :( i jos wanted 2 make folk ablum abt breadbin :( 

breadbin sed he wont a mor pop albmu and i sed NO!! i lykd fok moosic we had flowerz on stage and i get 2 wear cute scarvf!! but breadbin and i fought and me and jon endid up leavin band…i was so sad i dint want 2 leave breadbin and spence but me and jon wnted 2 make folk ablum!!!!!

*~~~BRENDON POV~~~*

ryna and john left de band but mi and spenxor still mak moosic fuk dem!!!!! we mad album call’d vices nda vitroos and 1 of our songz made it to SMURF MOVIE LIKE OMG CNA UYO BELIV I LOVE SMURVES!!!!! SEE I DON NID RYNA AND JOHN!!!!! but i steel wrot sum songz on d albmlu abt ryna……i miss ryna……so….much……

we got new BAEssist his names DALLON so dat now i kiss OTHER MAN ON STAGE NOT RYNA!! cant kiss spenxor bec hes on the drooms….i got a gf too her name iz sarah shes saoooooo prittey!!!! like sooooooo prettye PRETTIER THAN RYNA!!! SO PRITTYE DAT I MARRYD HER!!! TAKE DAT RYNA!!!!

we wrot new album its colld 2 weird 2 live 2 rer 2 dye!! but spenxor had to stpo tournen bec he had 2 take care of himself he has an addiktion :( :( :( :( so it just me and dallon and tourin drummer…

a lot of intebriew still ask mi abt ryna and john and it mak me sad answer questions abt dem i miss dems…………spenxor left d band offishculy already and it mkea me sososoosooo sad…why do all my friends leaf me……..i wrot hallelujah song abt RYNA SO GAY!!!!!!!!!!!

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Me, every Monday and Tuesday.
  • Me 2 hours ago: *time check, 9 pm* Yay, just finish homework and watch SC:R okay?
  • Me 1 hour and 30 minutes ago: *Inhale Exhale, Being mentally prepared*
  • Me 1 hour ago: Okay, this is going to be good.
  • 1 minute into the episode: Okay everything seems to be happy and fun
  • 2 minutes into the show: WTF HAPPENED I JUST BLINKED WHY IS EVERYONE IN TEARS
  • 30 minutes to the show: HELP ME I NEED ASSISTANCE
  • 45 minutes to the show: Awe WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE, WHY CANT I BE HER??
  • 50 minutes in: WTF IS HAPPENING WHY
  • Preview for the next ep: OMY FU NO THIS IS NOT OKAY
  • After the episode: *Cant breathe normally* WHY DID I EVEN EXPECT IT TO BE HAPPY? OMG fck dis life
  • 30 minutes after the episode ends: I'm just going to sleep, and watch the next episode when I wake up. Can't handle with this anymore.
  • 5 minutes after: You know what i'm just going to stalk all the casts Sns
  • Me currently: *Cant sleep, still thinking about WangSo's jawline while stalking their IG*
  • Me: *sleeps at 3 am.*
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I MET CHRIS COLFER OH MY GOD! So i went up there and this is how it went

Me: HI

Chris: Hi how are you?

Me: im good. I wanted to say, uh, i forgot. Oh my gosh.

Chris: oh thats okay!

Me: oh my god your books are amazing!

Chris: oh good good! im glad you like them! Thanks thanks for coming! Thanks for coming in here.

Me: thank you!!


And i still cant breathe!!!

anonymous asked:

NICOLE THERE IS A GIRL AT MY SCHOOL WHO LITERALLY LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE YOU SAME HAIR STYLE SAME GLASSES OMG SHE EVEN HAS YOUR COLOR EYES AND I SEE HER ON MY WAY TO SIXTH PERIOD AND I LOSE MY BREATH BC OMG SHES YOUR DOPPELGANGER AND I CANT TAKE A PICTURE BC ONE I DONT EVEN KNOW HER NAME AND TWO MY CAMERA DOESNT WORK :((( i just thought you should know you have a twin ok bye have a good day

no that’s actually me. i’m undercover, masquerading as a high school student–‘21 jump street’ style–in hopes of infiltrating a youth-led organization thought to pose a significant threat to our national security…

so shhhhh–just play it cool and let me mingle seamlessly with my fellow youths. your country thanks you.

anonymous asked:

NISSI CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW HIGH WAS THE SEXUAL TENSION WHEN JIKOOK PRACTICED THE 'ADULT CEREMONY' DUET DANCE OMG I CANT BREATHE

ok did u see how hard jimin was going like…… jungkook had to see tht probably daily thru a mirror.. pray for him. it was so good, but honestly i still stand by tht they should’ve done troublemaker now instead. the sexual tension would’ve been thru the roof. jst think about it

omg omg omfg i just watched this video on the lad bible or whatever that page is on fb and its like the 3rd video down and this fucking stupid idiot tackles this dude from behind who’s just standing there chilling and oh my god i cant breathe (not in a good way like in a im so shocked and uneasy rn way like i actually feel like i cant breathe wtf) like he could have seriously hurt that dude he tackled him at like 600km/h he basically bent the guy in half what the fuck i hate guys were so stupid we literally are so stupid oh my fucking god 

fuckery. just fuckery. idek.

(…just skip to the italics if you don’t wanna waste your time k bye)

OMG IM SO GLAD I STOPPED WATCHING REIGN THE RAPE WAS THE LAST STRAW FOR ME SO I STOPPED WATCHING

 BUT BECAUSE I KEPT SEEING UPDATES ABOUT THE SHOW ON TWITTER AND FROM HEARING IT FROM MY FRIENDS I JUST COULDN’T HOLD IT IN ANYMORE. 

I KEPT QUIET AND KEPT MY SMALL RANTS ON TWITTER TO A MINIMUM BUT I CANT DO IT ANYMORE 

TODAY MY FRIEND MESSAGED ME SAYING HOW GOOD THE RECENT EPISODE WAS AND OMG THAT WAS MY LAST STRAW I FUKING CANT KEEP IT IN OK

*deep breath* lol

first of all- the rape scene

that scene is pretty self explanatory on how ridiculous that scene was. I feel like I don’t need to talk about this because I’m pretty sure everyone covered it . for me. 

Its not even about the rape though- the bottom line is rape is a sensitive topic, and yes I completely agree that it should not be ignored and can be a topic of discussion, but its just the way they portrayed the assault was disturbing. the fact that they used it as a plot device to advance francis’s plot is absurd

“feminist show” my ass.

 basically laurie was on crack or something when she planned out that episode. I cannot express my feelings enough on how badly I feel that she needs to be fired. 

ever since season 2 the show has been goin downhill. ever since from the beginning the show has been getting bad 

it’s not just the rape scene that ticked me off- in fact like i said the rape scene was the last straw.

so anyway

I haven’t seen a single reign episode since 2x09 until my friends wanted me to watch it with them and jfc I’m so glad I haven’t caught up with it.

Mary’s character development has reached an all time low people omg 

I’m assuming from the gifsets and shit that last episode she let him “be free” although I’m not sure why bc I haven’t actually seen what was going on these past months (so happy I haven’t) 

but anyway 2x14 was the first and last episode I have and will have ever seen since 2x09 because OMG 

what the actual fuck

I don’t get how a woman who has been through something as horrific and disgusting can be so freaking open to this nigga conde who she barely knows and completely shuts off her husband and “true love" 

LIKE WHAT 

I haven’t seen her "recovering” episodes but still

the mary that I knew- the mary that was in love with francis- ‘I want you to be free"

and then here comes francis walking in like


talking to the woman that WAS WITH HIS BROTHER AT ONE POINT

francis’s love for mary amazes me

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME LAURIE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE PEOPLE HATE MARY BECAUSE IT SURE IS FUCKING WORKING

like ok i get it she was raped and by no means am i saying that doesn’t matter ( i am still infuriated by the portrayal of the rape btw) but the fact that she runs off to conde and just last episode she says she loves her husband doesn’t make any sense.

jfc after the episode I have seen, I still can’t believe people are watching it.

I still can’t believe people are watching this after 2x09 TBH HOW

i’m so glad people have stopped putting themselves through watching this shit but It annoys me that it took monde to shut people down.

whateVER

speaking of monde -why is marry always the object of all the dudes affections in the show i mean really ????

and why is mary always infatuated with someone of francis’s family?? 

and always breaking up with francis???

i don’t remember the last time francis broke it off with mary actually..(maybe in season 1? i think? idk)

AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED WITH THE LOVE TRIANGLE OMG

……..WELL THIS IS AWKWARD ISN’T IT 

claps 4 u laurie AMAZING WRITING 

and then back to monde-AKA MASH 2.0 

i don’t even know.

and the “you will be the death me” thing UHM WHAT 

i thought…mary loved francis????? ??????????????

i didn’t watch the last episode like I said before but from what I heard that’s what she said ??? was she lying??? laurie where are you I need you to explain this because that makes no sense

I guess I understand why people are leaving reign now after this episode but I still don’t get how you stayed in the first place? #sorrynotsorry

But then again frary is hard to let go? but still ?? …idk i just don’t know what to say anymore

then I saw the promo for 2x15 and OH MY GOD 

mary jumping into bed with francis just for the purpose of securing her country lol what

I thought after what she has suffered- and her love for her husband - i mean - I thought-but francis?-oh wait she loves conde

–the mary I knew- that loved francis - is not this at all

and I don’t ever forget all of the times mary fought for francis, but that mary is not this mary right now 

idek what i just said 

*deep breath*

All of that being said (if any of that made any sense lol) I miss reign honestly and truthfully- Yes I miss it not reign right now but the show I fell in love with. I miss mary. The only character that seems to have had me-through the bad and the good - is Francis. It’s not just because I am irrevocably in love with Toby. All biases aside though, Francis has changed as well, but he has never lost that same aura from season 1. The only thing I am afraid of for him is if Laurie will continue to write him off as some helpless husband pining for his wife the entire season, but I probably won’t care anymore because (I hope) after this post I will remove reign season 2 from my life. And I love Mary okay. I do. It just seems that the writers have made Mary too fickle and made her fall too fast and too hard too soon- like her feelings seem meaningless now. For every man that has shown any interest to her she loses herself. Her character development is horrible to say the least. I hope that I can just pretend that reign ended with season one and was a good show. Not because of monde or the random love triangles but because ever since season 2 started  the plot lines got boring, they got recycled from season 1 and a lot of things don’t make sense to me. I kept saying I was done since 2x09, when the writers pulled that painful rape scene, and I REALLY wish I was but from exhausting myself to reading things online and watching promos of the show to see how bad it was doing- I realize I wasn’t done. As a former passionate watcher of the show, I cared about it too much. And even now I realize I care as I write this ( I realize how long this is already lol) but I really hope I can put this behind me. Reign season two doesn’t exist. Laurie ruined my show lol k bye 

yeh .

dale

idek what i said ok I can’t speak english people bye