this is what dreams are made of!

anonymous asked:

WHAT WAS THE DREAM ABOUT?

But it’s not that I liked her that way- I was just.. infatuated. With the idea of someone like her liking some dork that I was.. But, it was sad to say my attempts were horrible. Absolutely horrible.

He was just always there for me?? Before you know, stuff went down the drain (including my bar-mitzvah money- That will be told later,)

It was awkward as hell- I mean, this kid bullied me a lot back then- And he sounded so? Nervous? Telling me all sorts of stuff that I did not process that well at the time.

He made it quite obvious of it’s location- And what it did. It spooked the shit out of me- I just wanted to go use the bathroom and leave but he would not let me; something about the five foot five guy honestly terrified me.

But the words they said.. It changed my life, and his too. To achieve popularity, to be “chill” to.. Just, be better then the lonely person he was before. Someone like me.

The Serpent & The Saint

“I’m tired B! We’ve been at this for an hour, can’t we take a break?” Veronica Lodge panted desperately, the boxing gloves on her hands nearly weighing her down to the floor, she was covered in sweat, no a feminine glow, a dripping warm sweat.

“Do you think the Serpents take breaks? Do you think they sat down and took a breather before they sliced our tires and beat up Kevin and Moose? I don’t think so. We need to be ready Veronica, we don’t know what they’re capable of and we don’t know when they’re going to attack.” Betty was relentless, pounding into the punching bag with a force Veronica didn’t even know her best friend was capable of.

“Well, I’m no Serpent and I’m taking a break. Leave it to the guys Betty, Reggie and chuck and Adam would never let anything happen to us, you know that.”

The beautiful blonde snorted aloud
“I’m not going to depend on anyone to protect me. I can take care of myself. You forget Veronica but we’re part of the Northside Saints too, not just the boys, I’ll meet you tomorrow. I’m gonna be here for a bit.”

Veronica hesitated, her eyes nervous

“I’ve got this Ronnie. Don’t worry about me, I can handle myself.”

Clamping her pearls around her neck Veronica sighed,
“Well if you come across any trouble. You call me or call Reggie, it’s not safe to walk home at night alone.”

Betty rolled her eyes and adjusted the tight black sports bra around her heaving chest, popping her earphones in her ears and waving flippantly at the raven haired princess as she sauntered out of the gym leaving Betty entirely alone.

Perfect, just how she liked it.

Two hours later and bruised knuckles and aching muscles, Betty was heading down the dimly lit streets of Riverdale, her head tucked into her chest as she counted her steps

1..2..3…4

“You make a habit of walking home on your own at midnight.”

Betty’s head snapped forward, crossing her arms over her chest she felt for the ground, don’t let him see, don’t let him know.

“Get out of here. You know you’re not welcome on this side of town. Go fuck with someone else, I’m not in the mood for Serpent Trash tonight.”

He was in front of her now, towering, intimidating, dangerous.

But no, he was a coward, a traitor.

“I said get the fuck out of here Jughead.” She hissed, palms fisting, nails digging into the soft skin sharply as she bit down hard on her teeth.

“Now is that anyway to talk to an old friend Betts?” His hand reached out to touch her but she was faster, jumping back.

“You’re no friend of mine, snake.”

Something shifted in The dark haired boys eyes as he pulled on the lapels of his heavy black leather jacket.

“Oh yeah? You weren’t saying that last year, when you had me in your…”

The stinging sound of the slap echoed through the empty streets, Jugheads shock was quickly replaced when he looked into the watery green eyes filled with hatred and tears

“Fuck you Jughead Jones.”

And then she was walking away, leaving him with the view of her messy blonde ponytail and the glaring NS symbol on her own leather jacket.

“Betty!” He called after her “shit, I didn’t mean that, you know I didn’t mean that.. I just..”

The stunning young gang member whipped around
“You just what? You just like to follow me around every day, you think I don’t see you? You think I don’t know you follow me home every night. I fucking know you Jughead.” The way she spoke the venom in her words, she hated the fact that she knew him so well “I can feel you, every damn time. Maybe those two years meant nothing to you but I learned a lot about you. Waiting to hear your footsteps come into my room at night, I know what you sound like. I slept with you every night you think I can’t smell your damn cologne? Why are you doing this to me? what do you want from me?! You left me, you left us all. If they find out I’m even talking to you.. a gang jumper.. god.. just leave me alone.”

He gripped her wrist almost painfully
“You know it meant something to me. It meant everything to me.”

Grey eyes met green for only a split second, but in that moment it was all there, laid out in front of her, that spark, that connection that thing that made them so uniquely perfect for each other.

No.

No, not this time.

Betty snatched her hand away
“Ya know, I used to wait for your excuse. I’d dream every night that you’d come back, back to the Saints, back to the Northside… back to me. that you’d tell me it was all some stupid prank. But I’m done waiting, I don’t care what you want Jughead. You’re a Serpent now, that’s what you chose, enjoy it. I hope it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. I’ll see you at the fight tomorrow. Tell your girlfriend Toni I’m ready.”

He didn’t even have a chance to blink, to ask her what she was talking about before she was gone, pounding the sidewalk. Running away from him.

The civil war between the North and South was the most dangerous war to hit the small town, the pain it had caused both sides was crippling. It tore people apart, it tore Jughead apart.

Things were changing, people were changing.
His beautiful Betty was a prime example, she was hardened and bitter, pain evident over every feature, looking at her was like looking into a mirror.

A Serpent and a Saint, so vastly different. Or were they? he could still remember the feel of Betty’s arms wrapped around his Saints jacket, her kisses against his skin, her kisses everywhere.

He loved her. Fuck it, he loved her more than anything, there was no sense in denying it, she had his heart, he would die for her. But he couldn’t have her, she was the forbidden fruit, he would die to protect her and that was exactly what he was going to do.

Archie had made sure of it.

“he sounds like neil but he doesn’t look like him.”

@frxnkenstein and ayah wanted this out there so


this shade of red looked familiar.

david gathered his striker in his arms and closed the door with his hip. hair burrowed its way under his chin as he walked towards his apartment.

it bothered him. not just the memory at the tip of his tongue, teetering over the edge, but also the weight in his arms. or lack thereof. athletes should weigh more.

in his junior and senior years, david coached the baltimore little leagues. little children running around in borrowed gear, bringing the community together. he realized his dreams twenty-five years ago, letting children play non-contact exy in soccer fields made to look like exy fields, let them forget what brought them to the streets he’d belonged to not so long before he started coaching.

on the fifth year of its existence, gear was hard to come by, especially with teams from the inner city. since it was non-contact, children made do with the lack of helmets.

this shade of red looked familiar and it was bothering him.

the back liner that insisted on playing shirts on a practice scrimmage, looking ecstatic every time he blocked a shot, even though wymack had to reprimand him not to tackle the strikers. his mother thanking him for letting her son enjoy the game, even just for practice. the bags under her eyes were more purple than dark.

it wasn’t easy to move around with someone unconscious in his arms, but in his last few years coaching the foxes, he’d grown used to it. david put his striker down on the couch once he got there. the bleeding had started halfway into their trip but abby’s reminder nagged at him. neil didn’t like to undress in front of people.

he grabbed his bottle of scotch and waited.

it didn’t take long enough, and it wasn’t a sudden thing. neil’s eyes moved under his eyelids, his breaths hitching like his body was remembering its injuries by the second. wymack took another swig and put the bottle down on the table.

neil opened his eyes.

that shade of blue.

neil said, “i’m sorry.”

You Make Me Wanna... l Peter Parker

Summary: Based off the song You Make Me Wanna (SoMo version) where Peter Parker finally gets the girl of his dreams…or so he thinks. As soon as he enters his new relationship, he can’t help but imagine what the relationship would be like if it was with the reader instead…

Warning: none

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: @fangirlizei

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by sddonald22

Peter Parker’s Point of View:

I thought I was on top of the world when I finally got together with Liz Allen. I couldn’t have been more thankful to you for hooking us up. 

You were the one that convinced me to ask her out in the first place. You were the one who encouraged me to go and talk to her. You were the one I turned to when I needed relationship advice. All the while, I thought I had gotten the girl of my dreams but I was wrong.

You make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

One day, you walked into chemistry class wearing an adorable outfit (one that I had not seen on you before) and for the entire day, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Why hadn’t I acknowledged your beauty before? Why was I just now seeing you for who you really were?

From that day on, I couldn’t seem to keep you out of my thoughts. I couldn’t help but day dream about you constantly. I no longer paid attention to Liz because to me, she was nothing in comparison to you. 

You make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

I always came to you for advice when Liz and I got into a fight. I think it was just an excuse to see your pretty face again. Half of the time, I didn’t even want to repair my relationship with Liz. She didn’t make me happy anymore. You made me happy.

“Why don’t you buy her some nice flowers and apologize to her?” You suggested one day. My eyes rest on your sincere smile and I couldn’t help but lick my lips in response. “Peter?”

“Huh?”

“Did you hear anything I just said?” I blushed crazily and shook my head. “I said you should buy her some flowers and apologize to her.”

I sighed through my nose and nodded my head. I grabbed my stuff and slung my backpack over my shoulder. “Yeah okay.”

“Hey,” you said. “Things will get better. You will see. She can’t stay mad at you forever.” I nodded my head and dismissed myself from your presence.

Before anything came between us
You were like my best friend
The one I used to run and talk to when me and my girl was having problems
You used to say it will be okay
Suggest little nice things I should do
And when I come home at night and lay my head down
All I seem to think about was you

I used to dream about Liz and how pretty she looked when she passed by me in the hallway. Now, all that was on my mind was you. You always sat across from me at lunch and I used to gaze over your shoulder at Liz. Now my eyes were set on you.

I watched in admiration as you ranted on about your day so far. I smiled when you waved your hands around as you talked and I laughed when you said something funny. I feel happy when I am around you.

And now you make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

It did not take long for Liz to see that my eyes were not always on her anymore. She would always get mad at me and that was usually the cause of all our fights. You seemed pretty oblivious to my feelings for you and you focused all your attention on keeping Liz and I together even though, I did not want to be with her anymore.

Every day, I contemplated on whether or not I should tell you about my feelings towards you. I didn’t know what would come of it, if it would work out or not. I thought Liz and I would work out and it turns out I was wrong.

And now you make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

I realized that I had always been in love with you, I just never wanted to admit it to myself. You were the perfect girl in my eyes and I honestly couldn’t see myself with anyone else at that point.

I chewed the inside of my cheek as I paced around outside your apartment building. “Tell her that you are in love with her,” I told myself. “No, don’t tell her.” I was stuck between my two options. “Tell her! No, don’t!”

I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair in defeat. I gazed up at the tall building, singling out your bedroom window and seeing the light still on. Now was my chance.

Now what’s bad
Is you’re the one that hooked us up
Knowing it should’ve been you
And what’s sad is I love her but I’m falling for you
What should I do?

I raised my fist to the door of your apartment and gently knocked on it. In seconds, you opened the door and smiled at the sight of me. I barely returned a smile as you welcomed me in.

“My parents are out of town at the moment,” you explained. “Do you want anything to drink?” I shook my head and fiddled with my fingers nervously. “Well, how is Liz doing?”

At the mention of her name, my eyes began to swell with tears. My nose began to turn pink as my tears dropped onto your carpet. Your face fell as soon as you saw my face. Was I really going to do this?

“Peter?”

“I am in love with you.”

Should I tell my baby bye-bye?
Should I do exactly what I feel inside?
Cause I don’t wanna go
Don’t need to stay
But I really need to get it together

Your face dropped and I watched your reaction carefully. “What?” You gasped in disbelief. Another tear dropped from my cheek and landed on the floor.

“I am in love with you,” I clarified. 

“Peter–”

“I always have been in love with you. I never wanted to admit it though because I was afraid I would lose you,” I explained. “I never–I was never in love with Liz. It’s you, Y/N. It has always been you.”

I gave you time to process my words, allowing them to sink in well before you gave me your answer. I swallowed hard in response. You looked down at your feet, avoiding my eye contact at all costs.

“Peter, I am…flattered by your kind words but…” I blinked away some tears, praying you wouldn’t push me away. “But I don’t…love…you.”

My heart shattered into a million pieces at your words. “B-But I mean…you could learn…you could learn to love me.”

“I don’t think I could,” you said gently. I looked down at my feet, my breathing becoming shaky and unstable. “I am so sorry, Peter.”

You make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me
You make me…

I bravely took a few steps forward and I could hear your breath hitch in your throat when our chests touched. I looked down at you with my tears clouding my vision. I gently reached up and cupped your face in my hands. 

Your eyes filled with tears as well as I gazed down at you in love. The pads of my thumbs tracing over your sweet pink lips. My eyes darted from your eyes to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

I leaned down and allowed my lips to brush against yours gently. Your eyes closed in response but you refused to move your lips against mine. I pulled away only after a second or two of kissing you.

“I-I’m sorry,” I said. I moved my hands away from your face and slowly backed away from you. Your eyes glistened with tears, watching me retreat towards the door. “I’m so sorry.”

I opened the door and ran out of your apartment as fast as I could. I ruined everything we had. I ruined our friendship. I ruined our bond. I ruined everything we ever had. I screwed up and I knew that you would never be able to look at me the same way again. I lost the only thing in my life that was important. I lost the love of my life.

I lost you…

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Dispensing abortifacients & contraceptives during pharmacy school...I Need to Vent, I Really Need Advice and Prayers Please

I’m faced with a moral dilemma about my career choice. I wanted to become a pharmacist and I was SO excited about it. It was one of my dreams for the longest time, I even planned my whole academic life around my desire to become a pharmacist.
I made a promise to myself and prayed to God that I would be a Pro-Life pharmacist no matter what, even if I have to run my own pro-life pharmacy business, or avoid retail pharmacy altogether and go into another pharmacy specialty to avoid dispensing abortifacients, lethal doses of drugs known for euthanasia, and contraceptives.

However, what’s stopping me now is the rotations/internships during pharmacy school, because I would be required to work in a retail pharmacy setting under their own policies. There are no Christian/Catholic pharmacy schools in my areas (and even if there was, we all know how a lot of so-called Christian/Catholic schools don’t really practice Church teachings and morals…).
I tried contacting my available pharmacy schools to ask if they will allow me to avoid dispensing abortifacients and contraceptives during rotations/internships and so far, only one school replied back saying, “I cannot guarantee a rotation schedule that would reflect this student’s preferences”.

I was praying and thinking that if all the pharmacy schools I contact reply back telling me I can’t avoid dispensing abortifacients and contraceptives during their rotations/internships, then I will know that it’s not God’s will for me and I won’t become a pharmacist…

Although I trust God and His will for me, I’m still devastated. I really wanted to study pharmacy. I really wanted to learn and become a professional to use this knowledge to help people and possibly make a difference by being pro-life. All I wanted was to go to pharmacy school and become a pharmacist without having to dispense abortifacients, lethal drugs, and contraceptives. How is this not possible? Pharmacy and healthcare are SO MUCH MORE than abortifacients, euthanasia, and contraceptives.

I wonder how many intelligent, skilled, compassionate people have been turned away or discouraged from pursuing a healthcare career because of situations like this…
If anyone tries to make an argument and tell you that most doctors and healthcare professionals support abortion, euthanasia, contraceptives, etc., that’s not accurate - a lot of that probably has more to do with the fact that a lot of schools and laws make it nearly impossible for pro-life students and healthcare professionals to object.

To top it off, almost everyone I know in my life was so thrilled, happy, and proud of me that I wanted to become a pharmacist. I come from a family/culture where becoming a doctor (or any other similar career) is highly preferred and admired, some of them and their children are in those careers, so if I’m unable to pursue my career anymore, I’m going to be disappointing my family and a few certain people will probably gossip about me.
I’m already known in my family for being “too much” Catholic, so now I might be ridiculed for my decision.

My mom is very intelligent and working towards her career as well, but out of love, she sacrificed her dream so that I could pursue mine first. She’s the one who’s supporting me and helping me by paying for my college (God bless her) and she was also really excited, proud of me, and helping me plan to become a pharmacist, so when I told her my concerns, she either didn’t take what I said seriously or she was disappointed in what I said, and she noticed how I haven’t been showing much interest in my academic life for a while lately, so she commented, “You just don’t want to become a pharmacist, that’s what it is.” which kinda stung, cause since she’s Catholic like me, I thought she would’ve been more supportive…

But even though she’s also Catholic and doesn’t support abortifacients, euthanasia, and contraceptives either, she thinks it’s not a sin by dispensing them since “it’s not you who’s taking them” and “even if you don’t dispense it, the patient will still find another way to get it anyway”, but I know for a fact that it’s still partaking in someone’s sin and that’s a sin in itself, and after researching and reading/seeing all the horrible effects that abortifacients, euthanasia, and contraceptives have on people and society, there is NO way I could ever support these in any way for anyone.

Like I said, whatever happens, I trust God and His will for me. It’s just…I was really set on becoming a pharmacist already, I really wanted to become knowledgeable in medicine and help people live healthier and make a difference by being pro-life, now I don’t know what I’m going to do for a career and how to support my family in the future, and I’m going to be disappointing the people I love in my life and they’re going to be judging me. I’m worried that I’ll succumb to pressure and follow through with pharmacy school despite the moral implications…

The only other career I was equally interested in was becoming a naturopathic doctor because I love natural and holistic medicine, but even with that career, in the naturopathic medicine school, I would potentially have to deal with various sketchy New Age and false spirituality practices that are also dangerous.
It’s like I can’t pursue any of my dream careers, and the people in my life don’t understand me fully, cause they think I’m just being “too much” again. It’s really confusing and frustrating.

What should I do, guys? Should I still become a pharmacist? What would you do if you were in my situation?
Have any of you been in a situation like this? What did you do?
Does anyone have suggestions for other medical/healthcare careers I can pursue that are similar to a pharmacist and naturopathic doctor, that help people heal and live healthier and that have a good salary to support a family, without having to deal with grave immoral practices?

I would really love some advice and prayers please.

I hope you guys don’t mind if I tag you @by-grace-of-god , @patron-saint-of-smart-asses , @alwaysabeautifullife , @emeraldboreas , @saulof-tarsus , @tradcatmaria , @cathy-sienna-40 , since you guys are aware of things like this happening and so more people can read and reblog this and possibly offer advice and prayers. Thank you, God bless <3

GOT7 Reaction // When their s/o wakes up crying from a nightmare.

Mark

He would wake up to you crying and would be so concerned he would go full protection mode and would do anything to get you to stop crying.

Originally posted by marksseunie

Jaebum

He would immediately tend to you and made sure you stopped crying before asking about your dream

Originally posted by jaybleep

Jackson

He would be up straight away asking you whats wrong and trying his best to keep you calm. He reassured you every second it was just a dream.

Originally posted by chansebaeksboyslove

Jinyoung

He would stay up as long as he needed to he just wanted to make sure you were okay. If he needed sto sing to you he would.

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae

He would be overwhelmed himself cause even he couldn’t calm himself down after a nightmare. He would hold you so tight to his chest.

Originally posted by jypnior

BamBam

He would also try his best to calm you down but he’s not really good at doing that. So he would try cracking a few jokes to hopefully cheer you up.

Originally posted by bamethyst

Yugyeom

He would probably break just watching you cry over your nightmare. He would be so desperate to find out what your dream was about but he wanted you to stop crying first.

Originally posted by biaswreckingyourlife


Hey y’all I started school this week so I’m gonna try my best to work on my free days and the weekends. Please be pateint with me.

WIP Ask Game
  • 1: Summarize your WIP in 10 words or less.
  • 2: Post a line from your WIP with no context.
  • 3: Does your WIP have a title? If so, explain its significance. If not, what are you calling it for now?
  • 4: Describe the setting of your WIP.
  • 5: Search for the word "knife" in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.
  • 6: Search for the word "dream" in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.
  • 7: What are you most proud of?
  • 8: What is your biggest challenge?
  • 9: How would you describe your writing style?
  • 10: How would you describe your WIP's narrative style? (1st person, 3rd person, multiple POVs, single POV, alternating chapters, etc.)
  • 11: Which character do you have the most in common with?
  • 12: Which character do you have the least in common with?
  • 13: Your characters are stranded on a deserted island. What happens?
  • 14: Have you chosen birthdays for any of your characters? If so, when are they?
  • 15: Do you know your characters' MBTI personalities?
  • 16: What would your characters be for Halloween?
  • 17: Does your WIP have any themes or motifs?
  • 18: What's easier, dialogue or description?
  • 19: Post a picture or gif that describes your WIP.
  • 20: Post a brief excerpt.

i’ve been meaning to write fahc jerevin 
and well, @gcldenfool told me i should write a first kiss
and it turned into this. enjoy

tw for drug use, and slight sexual implications 


“Close the door, Jeremy!”

Gavin shouted over the music, flailing just a bit as he scrambled to reach for the doorknob. Had Jeremy heard him over the music, or was the kid too deaf to hear him? It seemed to work, though, and Jeremy was stopping in his tracks and turned on his heel to face him.

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After a few months, it’s finally done! This post is a list of image translations for the game “Fantasy Puppet Dance Performance: Shard of Dreams”. (Aka TPDP:YNK)

I’ll keep it short, but there’s a few things I have to say:

  • I am in, no way, fluent in Japanese. This is mostly used for Japanese practice and to increase my vocabulary, and it’s made for my friends who wish to understand what happens in the expansion.
  • I am only translating most major parts of the expansion. Most of the plot in the game is the same, and the original game is already translated.
  • These translations are not literal. These are translated for readability, with creative liberties in them.
  • There’s no default name for the protagonist. So… I stuck with my in-game character name :’D
  • There are spoilers!

That’s it! I would like to thank all the people who helped me with this!

The post is really long, so I’ll just put it in a read more!

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  • Tumblr: We're not yelling at all writers, we're yelling at rich famous ones
  • Me: I doubt it
  • Tumblr: We're not yelling at LGBT writers, we're just yelling at cishet ones
  • Me: Keep telling yourself that
  • Tumblr: We're not yelling at LGBT content creators who haven't made it big, we're just yelling at Dream Daddy
  • Me: Guys?
  • Tumblr: What?
  • Me: When are you gonna realize I heard y'all the first time?
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Capcom learned a lot from Darkstalkers. They had gotten used to the CPS-II hardware and how to make a solid, snazzy game on it. So, taking what they learned from the first Darkstalkers game, and inspired by the Street Fighter II anime, Capcom made a brand new SF game.

This one would be an interquel, between Street Fighter I and II.

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frikshumankawaii  asked:

Wow, you art is something special for me, you art made me no longer feel sorry for my drawings, since they are a suck hehe. But your art is something magnificent. And well I hope that someday you have the opportunity to reach your dreams or goals. Never give up and move on. I want it (^.^)😊❤👍

Aww… what a nice comment, Thank you very much! Im sure you want it! ^w^

For you I would climb
The highest mountain peak
Swim the deepest ocean
Your love I do seek

For you I would cross
The rivers most wide
Walk the hottest desert sand
To have you by my side

For you are the one
Who makes me whole
You’ve captured my heart
And touched my soul

For you are the one
That stepped out of my dreams
Gave me new hope
Showed me what love means

For you alone
Are my reason to live
For the compassion you show
And the care that you give

You came into my life
And made me complete
Each time I see you
My heart skips a beat

For you define beauty
In both body and mind
Your soft, gentle face
More beauty I’ll ne'er find

For you are the one
God sent from above
The angel I needed
For whom I do love

anonymous asked:

aaaa i just had a cute vmin thought so i thought i'd share!! imagine jimin falling asleep in tae's arms. tae is still awake and he hears jimin mumble "tae tae.." and tae realized jimin is having a dream about him. jimin kinda reaches out for something (if that makes sense) and tae grabs his hand. taehyung thinks its the cutest thing that jimin thinks about him even in his sleep.

ohh this made me smile !!!

I bet tae wouldn’t tell jimin that he heard him say his name. he’d be curious what the dream was, but he wouldn’t ask. he’d keep it quiet, and it’d be his special, warm memory. I bet he’d stay awake on purpose the next time, hoping jimin would do it again and smiling so big when he does~

Lakeside

Kielo/Swan - Meeting at the water’s edge

An evening walk.

That’s what it was. That’s what she told herself. That’s what she would have said if anyone had asked her about it, which nobody did, because who would?

Kielo made her way down to the lakeshore and waited.

Nobody was there at this hour. The sky was still bright, but it was late. The village was quiet, its people sleeping behind their blackout curtains.

She breathed the fresh air in deeply and waited.

The bird came into view, bright and snowy on the water. It watched her, and she watched it, and she waited.

Not long now.



The light shifted. The air moved, just a little, and it was like a breeze, but it wasn’t.

Kielo shivered, and put her hands in her jacket’s pockets, and looked away, and waited until the coolness in the air became warm again.

Then she looked to the water.

She knew that smoke-grey sweep of short hair, that impeccable clothing, the white scarf tied stylishly.

The woman stood on the water, looking uncomfortable in her body for a moment. Then she sighed, and took the few steps toward the shore, and by the time her feet hit land, all was well.



“You’re late,” Kielo said.

“I’m sorry,” the swan said.

She offered no excuses. They both knew there was much to be done, that though she worked in a place of rest, there was no rest for her.

But while the swan had all the time in the world, Kielo didn’t.

Kielo offered her hand. The swan took it.

A wind blew, rustling the trees, rippling the water on the lake, the breeze sharp and cold.

The sun sank, painting the sky with bright colours.

They went together, side by side on the lakeshore.

An evening walk.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

For When It’s Needed

I know that you’re worried.
I know you’re afraid.
I know that you’re doubting the choices you’ve made.
I know that you cry when you struggle to cope.
I know that you’re lost, and you’re losing your hope.
I know that you feel like you’re missing a link.
I know that you worry what others will think.
I know that your dreams and your plans are a mess.
I know that you think you’re destined for less.
I know it completely.
I’ve been through it too.
I know what it is not to know what to do.
I know the sensation you’re slipping away.
But I know the future.
I know it’s okay.


A portrait of the gorgeous @randombitsofstars as she was reading her touching poem For When It’s Needed at an open mic.

Dear Heaven;

I think about you. I think about you far too often. I dream about you, but it’s never enough.

I was so young when we first met; every now and then I would have fleeting feelings for pretty girls I saw, but what you did to my heart felt very real. It felt difficult, impossible to ignore. But I tried; I tried because I knew we could never make something like us work.

It’s been over half a decade. I still think about you. I still listen to the CD you made me; one day, I hope to hear what all of these songs meant to you.

I would like to continue pretending this is nothing real, that the pounding in my heart is superficial so I can heal, but it’s been six goddamn years and I’ve still never seen a beauty like yours. I wish I could tell you to leave my heart alone, but I just want to get closer, I want to be at home, I want to be at peace and not have to worry on whether I’ll steal your heart in time to beat another.

I’m so proud of you and so proud of how far you’ve come; I wish I could be closer. I want to be in the front row watching you grow.

-Seven