this is what i have produced today

The greatest kept secret to achievement is also the most obvious: immediate action.

I started my final weight loss journey in November 2010 just a couple of weeks before the start of the holiday season with all its gatherings and opportunities for stuffing my face.

I could have told myself to wait for the perfect time but I’d been waiting for the perfect time my whole life and it never showed up.

I didn’t know exactly what to eat so I could have waited to research the perfect diet or system. But I couldn’t find it so I just started with a small tweak: no sugar.

What was my secret? I focused on the three habits that would produce the greatest results. I wasn’t perfect but I was moving. Sometimes the journey is two step forwards and one step back but slow progress is still progress.

Waiting is almost never the right choice. Starting small almost always is.

What is one thing you can change today? Be like that snowball rolling down the hill that becomes an avalanche.

Start small. End strong. You’ve got this.

So Deckstar took the best of their client, and JGG took the best/most popular of their client, and smushed them both together to produce the collaboration we have today. And I mean #blessed I love stouis but lol nothing about anything is ever 100% or fact and that’s why this band is exhausting lol

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“i’m now caught up on eight podcasts, woot woooot!  and seven of them…”

what podcasts?

naturally all of the night vale guys’ (both written and produced):

  • within the wires
  • alice isn’t dead
  • the orbiting human circus (of the air)
  • welcome to night vale

i feel like everyone knows how great those are, and if they don’t then they know to give them the benefit of the doubt because jeffrey cranor and joseph fink have earned at least that.  so i won’t blather on about how wonderful they are [coughs].  then i’ve caught up to these in the past month:

  • eos 10, i’ve just listened to the last episode today and, holy hell, it has to be up at the tippy top of favorites.  the humor in it is so freaking on point; laughing out loud in public for no apparent reason is always super fun, right?  if there’s a cooler girl than jane johns, well, that’s probably what she’s going to end up in prison for: eliminating the competition.  dr. urvidian and ryan dalias as rehabbing reluctant doctor friends in space is the best relationship ever conceived of and i defy you to prove otherwise.
  • the strange case of starship iris, this literally just started, the first episode dropping just the 10th of last month and i already want to give my whole heart to it (and violet liu).  real illuminae vibe to it that i like a loooot.
  • the bright sessions, HI, HEY, HAVE YOU NOTICED THAT I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS BECAUSE I AM PRETTY GROTESQUELY OBSESSED WITH THIS.  if you weren’t aware of that: here ya go.
  • wolf 359 (my only non-gays of the bunch - though they’re not necessarily out of the running, there are no romantic subplots to this three seasons in - which i also enjoy the hell out of), this one deals with a ragtag group of uniquely brilliant misfits orbiting and observing a red dwarf star… that’s totally normal and stuff.

anonymous asked:

Today, this happened over the phone. I'd already put most of the order in the computer, they were just choosing a drink. Me: "And what kind of 2-liter would you like? We have Coke Produc-" C: "I want Pepsi." Me: -_- "We don't have Pepsi sir, We have Coke products. Coke, Cherry Coke, Diet Coke, Root Beer or Orange." C: "Pepsi please." Me: ??? "We don't have Pepsi, sir." C: "Then what do you have?" Me: I just fucking told you. "*repeats pop list*" C: "I'll take a Coke then." Me: ???????? Fuck you.

Eat Your Heart Out - Part 3

Third installment of Eat Your Heart Out

Genre: AU/Angst/Smut/Fluff

Warnings: None

Admin Note: Contains Flashback

Part 1  Part 2

“Y/N…Y/N!” your assistant said waving her hand in front of your face.

You were daydreaming about THAT night again. The night you first started to fall in love with that asshole.

“Yes, I’m sorry! I zoned out there for a minute. What’s up?” you asked, pulling yourself together.

Keep reading

[At the] National Press Club Luncheon in 1986, Baldwin was asked, “How would you assess the state of race relations today, how much change have you seen since The Fire Next Time?“ After giving the audience a slightly helpless smile that almost hid his frustration, Baldwin responded with what he called a “modest proposal”:

"What I would really like to do,” he began, “I want to establish…White History Week. (Audience laughs and claps.) Because the answers to these questions is not to be found in me, but in that history that produces these questions. It’s late in the day to be talking about race relations. What are you talking about? As long as we have ‘race relations’, how can they deteriorate or improve? I am not a race and neither are you.

“No, we are talking about the life and the death of this country…I’m not joking when I talk about white history week. One of the things which most afflicts this country is that white people don’t know who they are or where they come from. And that’s why you think I’m a problem. But I am not the problem, your history is. And as long as you pretend that you don’t know your history, you are going to be a prisoner of it. And there is no question of you liberating me, because you can’t liberate yourselves. We are in this together.

"And finally: when “white people” talk about progress in relation to black people, all they are saying and all they can possibly mean by the word progress is how quickly and how thoroughly I become white. I don’t want to become white, I want to grow up. And so should you.”

I love research

So, I am investigating the art of glass-making for Riven Crown purposes. Particularly the making of glass beads. Today I have learnt what metals and metal oxides you add to glass to produce certain colours, as well as the significantly lower temperature glass requires from most metal work. 

It is all very interesting, and I love adding a few new ideas to my arsenal of general trivia.

anonymous asked:

P.1 In bio class today the teacher was talking about species and what organisms don't quite fit the definition (a group of organisms that can and will breed together to produce viable offsprings). He asked the class and some kids said liger or mule but I asked about asexuals (of course not all asexuals don't have sex, some do & some don't) and he was like: yes! That's a good point! Monks and nuns take a vow of no sex, there are people who get sterilized or their tubes are blocked, then there

P.2 then there are people who aren’t sexually attracted and/or choose not to have sex. Are they not human? They are human, they are apart of the species, they are special though and proves that you can’t perfectly define someone or a group of organisms. I thought it was really brilliant and worth the share. Biology says aces are still human :D

i---draw---things  asked:

Hey I have 2 questions for you! 1. Do you think Jira has any chance at being one of those pairings people love? (Be honest I can take it... I guess :( ) 2. What are you going to do after the show ends? I mean I know you were active before the season 5 but that was before the show has a proper ending. So you know the fandom will die or become semi dead.(I hope I am wrong because I love this fandom) What will your blogs directions be?

1. anything can happen if u habeeb it

2. i have been here since 2001 when i was using a windows 98 computer between web 1.0 and 2.0 to access cartoon orbit and simple html webpages for samurai jack, and i will probably be here until i ascend to help produce the aku spinoff

the fandom had its heyday before fan culture became what it is today, so it’s never really had a big active fandom like this, and meme culture didn’t exist until after the show ended.
i don’t know how many people will end up staying when season 5 ends, but inevitably, most people do move on to different fandoms. 

i am not one of those people.
i am forever in service to our lord and master aku.
when the show ends my blog’s direction will be as it is now: firmly rooted into the same spot, shitting out content for the same fandom, forever.

True Style: the parisian lady in the shop today who asked me what the double-pointed needle cases on the counter were for, listened carefully and said “oh, i see! yes, i also have that,” [produces a clearly ancient leather case from her jacket pocket] “for my cigars”

Aaand today is finally here

I invested five years of my life, over a hundred thousand words of fanfiction and hundreds of gif/photo sets for this TV show. 

I’ve gained thousands of friends to celebrate with, hundreds of bashers and trolls to laugh at, and one older and wiser self all from watching a show about a gang of vampires. 

I’ve swooned, I’ve gone to fangirling heaven, I’ve cried, I’ve wanted to btch slap one actor/actress/writer/producer or two.

What else is there to say save for a big, grinning, honest “No regrets!

Today is a celebration of TVD and everything I have and I am because of it. And nothing that will happen in tonight’s episode will change that. 

Thanks for the ride, TVD and the Klaroline fam. Now on we go to the end, and whatever there is beyond. :)

Sometimes I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to write notes on my phone and I’ll go back to sleep only to wake up for real to find stuff like: 

In a solar punk world, what’s the plumbing like?

What do people sleep on? Surely not mattresses as we know them today, right?

What kind of birthday traditions are there in the general society?

Have people figured out a way to grow and produce chocolate in a non-tropical climate? 

What kind of currency is there? Do people barter or is there a monetary standard?

What kind of slang would there be?

Would there be school uniforms?

Do people still take photographs and frame them or what? 

anonymous asked:

How would you rebrand Louis if it were up to you?

I wasn’t gonna answer this because it seemed like a lot of other blogs with not only more followers but likely better ideas had answered it (or that’s what I heard anyway), but considering today I guess I’ll answer it. Please note, I’m not saying I know how to go about this or this is what should be done, but if I had “the power”, how would I rebrand Louis?

I’d start with what he already has going with him. I’d use to his advantage the fact that he is working with so many incredible artists and writers and producers and I’d play that up. I’d have him posting about them on his social media as well. I’d have articles written about Just Hold On and the work he’s done with Steve. In the interviews for promo, I’d have the focus on the music. The way he writes. What he writes about. What gets him excited to continue singing and writing. Who he would like to write with. What kind of music he imagines he would create when/if he releases a solo album.

I would have him papped at events showing the kind of high power individuals he can rub elbows with and have photos of him with popular acts who actually have clout showing he is of the same level that they are.

I would focus more on the good he does for charities, if he would allow it. It would obvs be done with good taste, and use it to the advantage of the charities, but show that he is a loving and caring person.

I would keep his personal life personal. I would get him presenting awards for popular awards shows. I would get him doing fun things that also get his name out there like doing funny skits with James Corden. Have him speak out for causes that are near and dear to him.

Basically, I’d want him to live how he wants to live and do it quietly, and when it’s time to get him back on the radar, have his face everywhere for so many various things that people know exactly who he is, how incredibly caring, giving, well rounded, funny, and talented he is, how much people of his caliber and talent also love him, and that he has incredible music coming so you better be ready to hear it nonstop on the radio, because his team has done everything they possibly could to make it about the music and get the general public excited about that as well.

Rebranding don’t have to be about changing an image, they can be about changing he focus of an image and for Louis, I would do that so the focus is on him and his music

Cheaters (an EXO-K scenario)

I was wondering if you could maybe do a detailed written exo-k reaction to you finding out that they cheated on you? If that makes sense to you, sorry I have no other idea how to word this. Thank you~ I really love your blog and the dedication that you put into it <3 Keep doing what you’re doing! ◕‿◕

A/N: this might not be the best work I have produced, because today has been a terrible day, and also because this post just broke my heart by writing it. Some angst here. I hope you guys enjoy it though <3


You had called him to tell him you’d gotten off work early, and would be passing by his apartment to take him medicine, since he had called off your date tonight because he wasn’t feeling well. He awkwardly refused, and tried to convince you to stay away, claiming he might get you sick too, but you told him not to be silly, because you always enjoyed taking care of him.

You were far too happy to be able to see him to notice the nervousness in his voice, and how crisp and clear it sounded for someone who was supposed to be sick. You hummed your way up the stairs to his apartment, skipping every other step to try to get to his door faster.

You rang the bell, and waited patiently for your boyfriend to let you in. He opened the door, for you with a tense smile on his face, and his shirt stuck to his body from the sweat, which you assumed was caused by the sickness.

“I brought you medicine!” You happily exclaimed, holding up the bag of medicine you had just purchased for him. He forced a smile onto his lips, and thanked you for it.

“Do you need me to fix you anything to eat? Do you want soup? “You asked him, making your way over to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients from the fridge, and setting up a big pot to prepare soup for your boyfriend. He coughed a little, and you looked at him with pity, the poor thing was being so overworked by the company he had fallen prey to sickness.

While the water boiled, you took Suho’s hand, and walked him over to the living-room, helping him down onto the sofa, and telling him to stay there and wait for you to be done cooking his dinner, he smiled at you, but guilt clouded his thoughts.

That’s when you saw it, thrown across the room, was a pair of ripped, red lacy panties that you knew didn’t belong to you. Your mouth opened in the shape of an ‘o’. You turned to look at Suho, your eyes begging him to make up some explanation as to why those panties were there, but he remained silent, staring at you with eyes full of shame. You felt the tears stinging your eyes.

“Suho…” You choked his name out, tears now rolling down your cheeks. He felt his heart ache at the sight of you in pain, because although he had just committed the biggest stupidity of his life, and had enjoyed every second of it, he still had feelings for you, and couldn’t stand seeing you sad. He looked away in shame and guilt, unable to meet your pure and innocent gaze.

“Why?” You asked him, and he still couldn’t look you in the eyes. All you wanted to know was why. If he didn’t love you anymore, he should have told you so in the first place, instead of going behind your back and hurting you like this.

“I don’t know,” He muttered, staring at his hands on his lap. But he did know, he knew your relationship had become monotonous, and he looked for the thrill of new adventures, of change, and he knew his feelings for you had changed. He still loved you dearly, but he was no longer in love with you. You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, before going over to the boiling water, and turning the stove off. You felt the flame of your love finally turn off with the click of the button.

Your heart felt a thousand times heavier than it had ever felt before, and it ached so much it was unbearable, but still, you stopped at Suho’s front door, and before walking out of his apartment, and in consequence, out of his life forever, you turned to him with a weak smile and said:

“Please don’t ever talk to me again. Let me forget you. Be happy” And walked away, your heart heavy with sorrow, but you had no regrets, and no bitterness. After all, all good things have to come to an end.


You noticed him distance himself from you, but you worked hard to convince yourself it was just the preparation for the new promo. It hurt you, more than you cared to say. You missed the old Baekhyun, the one from the start of your relationship, the one you fell in love with, the one who gifted you with roses just because it was Wednesday, the one who always tried to make you laugh, and sent you endless pictures and text messages in a day to make you smile and check up on you. Instead, right now, you had this cold hearted boyfriend, who didn’t care to call you for days, and when you called, would answer with short sentences, and a tone so flat Sehun would be jealous.

You had begun blaming yourself, maybe you were too boring, too ugly, too stupid, maybe you were too clingy, or maybe you expected too much from a relationship, and should learn to let go a little. You stared at yourself in the mirror trying to find flaws in yourself, trying to find what could possibly be pushing away your boyfriend like this.

Chanyeol noticed your suffering, and like the cute, sensitive puppy he is, he began to feel your pain too. He would observe you as you examined your face with a displeased expression on your face. He noticed how hurt and disappointed you were the day you showed up for practice, to bring Baekhyun his lunch, and he dismissed you coldly. He couldn’t take your pain anymore.

You see, Chanyeol is Baekhyun’s best friend, and he would kill and die for him, but what he was doing was wrong, incredibly wrong, and you deserved to know the truth, even if he had to tell you himself. The thing is, Chanyeol had started developing feelings for you way before Baekhyun had even thought of asking you out, but since you and Baekhyun seemed so happy, he couldn’t bring himself to take his two most loved persons’ happiness away.

Your pain hurt him, someone needed to put an end to it, give some sort of Euthanasia to your heart. So he called you over to the dorm one night he knew the guys would be out, and since you trusted him with your life, you didn’t think anything suspicious could happen. He led you through the door and sat you down on the sofa, dropping his body beside you heavily.

He sighed, he knew it was very likely that you wouldn’t want to talk to him either after he told you the truth, because he had been the one to break your heart, but he decided to be selfless, and go ahead with his plan anyway. He took both of your hands in his, and looked you straight in the eyes.

“Baekhyun is cheating on you” he spoke firmly, not breaking the eye contact. You gasped, although a part of you already expected this. Your hands began shaking, and on instinct Chanyeol gripped them tighter.

“Is that true?” You asked him, tears rolling down your cheeks, shattering on the ground the same your heart just had done. Chanyeol nodded, and you could see the pain and pity in the back of his eyes, and oddly enough, that hurt you more.

“I’m sorry… I just thought it would be fair to let you know….” He stuttered out, unsure now of his decisions, but you shook your head, your hands balling into fists, your knuckles turning white.

“It’s okay… Baek is your best friend, it must have taken a lot for you to tell me… I’m very thankful… You are a true friend Chanyeol” you choked out, trying to give him a smile through your tears, but you just looked like a wounded puppy. He felt his heart break, at the pain you were feeling. He leaned closer to you and hesitated, before wrapping his arms around you, holding you closer to him.

As soon as his skin came into contact with yours, something clicked inside you, and you began bawling, harsh sobs shaking your body, as your tears soaked his shirt. He wanted to take your pain for you, take it away, transfer it to himself, he didn’t care what, but he wanted it to be away from you.

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, you had been so stupid not to have noticed earlier. You held onto Chanyeol’s shirt with all your strength, desperately trying to hold onto something solid before you lost your mind. He held you close, a pair of silent tears sliding down the bridge of his nose, as he held your shaking frame.

You cried until you had no more tears to shed, and thanking Chanyeol once more, you took the necklace with the heart pendant Baekhyun had given you on Valentine’s day to represent you holding his heart forever, and handed it to Chanyeol.

“ Just give this back to him for me, yeah? Tell him I don’t want his lies anymore. Thanks for everything Chan, I’ll see you soon yeah?” you told him with a bitter smile, before walking out the door, hoping to never see Baekhyun again.


He waited nervously in his room at the dorm, hands fiddling with each other, twisting and turning on his lap, time slowly ticking by, making every second he waited for the doorbell to ring drag longer and longer.

He stared at the new, clean sheets on his bed, and remembered the ripped, burnt ones he had thrown away this morning in a frenzy of anger. He felt sick at the memory of them, physically sick, and he wished he could punch himself, beat himself up for being such an idiot, but the damage was already done, and there was nothing he could do to take it back.

He couldn’t remember anything from the previous night, he remembered taking a drink Sehun had handed him, and after that, his memory was black. All he knew was that the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, and stared at the stranger beside him, in his bed, he wanted to kill himself.  

He woke her up immediately, and asked her to leave, without even looking at her face, he wanted nothing to do with this woman. He hated himself right now. He could feel the bile creeping up his throat at the memory of her alone.

He considered the thought of keeping quiet, and never telling you about this, because what you didn’t know, couldn’t possibly hurt you, and the last thing he wanted was to lose you over a stupid mistake. But he knew that was wrong, and couldn’t take the guilt any longer, so he called you and asked you to come over.

You had no idea why your boyfriend was calling you at 8 am asking you to come to his dorm, but his tone told you it was urgent, and he was in distress, so you put your clothes on quickly, and as soon as you slipped your shoes on, you were on your way.

You unlocked the door with the spare key Chanyeol had given you a while back, and quickly made your way to his room, making as little noise as possible, knowing the other guys would probably still be asleep from their night out.

Chanyeol sat on his bed, his gaze glued to his lap until he noticed your presence in the room with his peripheral vision, and looked up at you with those precious puppy eyes glazed over with regret.

“I have something to confess” He told you abruptly, so you sat down next to him, and patiently waited for him to proceed. He took a deep breath.

“Last night, Sehun gave me a drink. I don’t remember anything that happened after, I promise. It is all a blank space no matter how hard I try to remember. But this morning, I woke up with a girl beside me, on my bed. I don’t know who she is. I didn’t even look at her face while she was here. I want you to know that I am incredibly sorry for having betrayed your trust like this, and I hate myself more than you could possibly imagine. I understand if you don’t want to forgive me, and leave to never come back, but I just wanted to confess to you, because I couldn’t keep this inside” He confessed, trying to get as many words in as fast as he could.

It took you by surprise, and you couldn’t deny you were hurt, disappointed and heart broken. You felt your heart break in half, and roll off your chest straight onto the floor. You shed a single salty tear, before looking up at him.

“I forgive you” You told him simply, with a smile. His eyes opened wide.

“What? Are you sure?” He asked you, not believing he deserved to be forgiven. You nodded.

“Why? I don’t deserve it” He spoke sincerely. It shattered your soul.

“Because I love you, and you confessed straight away. I know you feel sorry, so I forgive you. But please don’t do it again.”  You told him, and you tried to smile, but the tears had already started cascading down your face. He felt as if someone had punched him straight in the chest. He knew right then and there that you were too good for him, and he would never deserve anyone as good as you. But if you had forgiven him, he would make sure to never let you down again, no matter what.


The world had collapsed around you, crumbling down to pieces, leaving very few bits that could be salvaged.

You had just walked back home to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend D.O after a day of catching up with the girls. Unfortunately, one of them had received a call from her ex, who was supposed to be in charge of their child for the weekend, telling her the baby boy was in hospital, so your date with the girls had to be cut short.

You stared at the shoes on the door, and were surprised, D.O had told you he would be at the studio until late, so what was he doing back so early? You checked your phone for messages, but you had received none from him telling you he would be back any time soon. Something gave you a bad feeling, and you began bracing yourself.

You walked through your apartment, making as little sound as possible, until you reached your bedroom door. You could hear soft moaning coming from behind the door. The moaning of two different people. Your hand shot up towards your face, covering your mouth as you stood there, behind the closed door, completely horrified.

You extended your arm to get to the door knob, preparing yourself mentally for what you were going to see once you went into your room. As you turned the knob, you noticed your hands begin to shake. You closed your eyes tightly before entering your room. You heard a loud gasp, and your eyes shot open.

There he was, the man you had given over three years of your life to, hovering over some stupid girl’s body, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights. The girl looked completely mortified, and you knew right away D.O hadn’t even told her about your existence. You felt anger boiling up inside you, because not only had he betrayed you the worst way a man can betray his girlfriend, but he had also lied to the poor girl underneath you to get her in bed.

“Y/N! You were supposed to be with the girls…” He said, still panting. Your eyes narrowed at him.

“And you were supposed to be at work. But I see you are a little busy here.” You sneered, pointing towards his awkward position on top of the girl, who sensing the awkwardness, decided to leave. She pushed D.O away angrily, and covered herself as best as she could while she picked her clothes up from the floor, and left the room, apologizing directly to you.

“Is that seriously all you have to say to me?” You asked him angrily, crossing your arms over your chest. You would deal with the heart break, and all the suppressed sadness you were feeling later, right now, you were livid.

“What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry?” he spat back, and it tore at your heart. You were surprised, shocked, confused. He had never been like this to you before, it was like suddenly he had turned into a whole different person, where was your cute, shy, adorable little boyfriend? What happened to that man?

“There isn’t anything left to say Kyungsoo. What I saw was pretty clear.” You replied coldly, before reaching under your bed and grabbing a large suitcase. He watched you open it, and begin filling it with as many of your belongings as you could, a panic expression flashing across his face.

“Wait Y/N! What are you doing? Why are you packing, you don’t need to leave!” He exclaimed, his hand reaching over to stop yours from packing. You forcefully drew your hand back, and glared at him.

“No, but I want to. I don’t think I can stay in this house any longer. I will be staying at a friend’s for a while. Don’t come to look for me, I don’t want to see your face ever again, and don’t bother apologizing, because I’m honestly never going to forgive you” You growled at him, zipping the suitcase up, and dragging it off the bed. You stared at him, his eyes open wide as he looked at you, the realization of what he had done suddenly dawning on him.

“No… Y/N…” he softly called your name, his hand grabbing your arm trying desperately to pull you back. You turned to look at him with daggers in your eyes, and pulled the promise ring he had gifted you on your first anniversary. You looked at it for a second, suddenly three years worth of relationship flashed across your eyes, and you realized you wasted your time. You gripped it tightly in the palm of your hand, before throwing it at him.

“I won’t be needing this anymore” You hissed, your voice breaking slowly as the tears finally began to fall. He called your name, but you had already walked out the door.  You got into your car, and began hitting the steering wheel as you let out a heart breaking cry, tears falling fast. You grabbed your phone as quickly as you could, and dialed the number of the one person you know would help you, and take you in, at least until you could find your own place.

“Baek-Baekhyun? I need you….”


You were curled up on your sofa, a small ball of self-pity and pain, crying your eyes out, while you clutched your phone tightly in your hands, your knuckles turning white. Your phone was open on twitter, and on your screen was a picture of your boyfriend Kai, kissing another girl. The picture wasn’t of the highest quality, but it was unmistakable, their bodies tightly held together, eyes closed, and lips linked to each other.

You felt as if someone had ripped your heart out of your chest, and smashed it against the floor, breaking into a million tiny pieces, to then stamp all over them. You couldn’t breathe, your chest felt constricted, and the tears wouldn’t stop flowing. You’d never felt so much pain in your life. You had to admit you were fascinated by the human body, and how it could transfer the grief you felt in your heart, to actual physical pain. You felt like you were dying.

You didn’t know what to do, you were in love with Kai, you had been for the past 2 years, how were you supposed to give up on it all? How were you supposed to forget all the things you had done together, everything you had been through? But then again, how could you ever forgive him?

You’d given him all your trust, and he had broken it, just like he had broken your heart. You believed in him, you had handed him your heart wholly, for him to just toy with it like he had done, like it meant nothing to him, like you meant nothing to him. It broke you, in more ways than you wanted to admit.

You felt the vibration of your phone in your hands before the name popped up on the screen, you were receiving a call from Sehun. You deliberated for a second, trying to decide whether to answer or not. On one side, you were not only in complete agony, and didn’t want to see anyone, but you were also embarrassed due to the whole situation, but on the other hand, Sehun was your best friend, your confidant, your better half, and right now you needed him. So you accepted the call.

“Y/N….” He spoke softly, and you knew by his tone he had already seen the pictures, and was calling to make sure you were okay.

“Hey…” you replied with a sniffle, and you heard his breathing stop. You could just imagine the little wrinkles creasing his forehead as he became upset. He hated seeing you sad, he hated seeing you in pain, and he absolutely hated knowing you were upset and he wasn’t there to make you feel better again. Honestly, sometimes you got the impression he cared more about you than Kai ever did.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his tone cautions. You wanted to scoff, how could you be fine? You just got cheated on, and not only that, but the whole world had been witness to your betrayal and humiliation. He took your silence as a negative answer.

“Y/N… is it okay if I come over right now?” He asked, and you agreed, desperate for some comfort. He hung up and quickly drove to your apartment. He let himself in with the spare key you had given him, and walked up to your curled up frame, plopping down next to you on the sofa.

He put his hand on your back, feeling the way your body shook with each sob, and he felt his heart shatter. He threw his body on top of yours, and held you tightly. He felt tears start to build up in his eyes, but he blinked them away, right now he had to be strong for you. You stayed like that for a while, until you felt like you had no more tears to shed.

You sat up, Sehun’s arms around you, and you looked into his eyes. Suddenly, a wave of emotions rushed through you: betrayal, hurt, anger, sadness, and an unquenchable thirst for revenge. You slowly began leaning forward, your face inching closer to Sehun’s and his eyes widened. He stuttered your name out, trying to move back, but you shut him up with your lips on his. You kissed him harshly, hungrily, taking your anger and pain out on Sehun’s lips, who replied just as hungrily and desperately, like he was dreading he was in a dream and was about to wake up.

You were angry, you were sad and you felt hurt, and right now, you just wanted to feel loved, and to get revenge. You knew this was wrong, were you just using Sehun? Did you have hidden feelings for him you never knew about? Were you going to lose your best friend because of this stupid rash decision making?

You didn’t care. You began removing your clothes, with your lips still attached to this, and Sehun wanted to stop you, he really did want to, because he too knew this was wrong, and that you were doing it out of spite, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. He had dreamed about this moment so many nights before, and in his heart he believed he truly did deserve you more than Kai ever did. So he gave into you, into your body, into your desires.

You cuddled with him on the sofa after, and you smiled, feeling his bare skin on yours, his body and yours sharing the warmth you produced, until you heard the doorbell. Sehun looked at you questioningly, but you shrugged. The bell rang again, so you unwillingly got up, and threw your clothes back on, before walking towards the door. Sehun slipped his boxers and pants on, before walking behind you.

You opened the door, to see a very flustered and guilty looking Kai. “I can explain” he said quickly. You shook your head at him.

“There is nothing to explain. I saw those pictures. You said you were at the studio. You lied. And you cheated. There is nothing left to explain Jongin. We are over. We were over the minute you put your lips on that girl.” You spat at him with a flat face, in an attempt to show him how you no longer cared about him. Just when he was about to open his mouth to apologize and reason with you, he noticed a shirtless Sehun standing behind you, looking a little guilty, and a little angry at the same time, and his eyes widened. He felt a pang of pain shoot through his heart, and realized that  he got what he deserved. He felt tears begin to prickle his eyes, as his lips shaped into an ‘o’.

“Oh… Okay… I understand… I’m sorry Y/N… I really am.” He spoke, before turning back on his heels and walking away, wiping his face with his sleeve. As soon as he was out of sight, you closed the door and slid your body down it. You sat on the floor, crying your eyes out, but Sehun was there at an instant, holding you close, and kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you for being here Sehun….” You sobbed. He smiled sadly.

“Anything for you Y/N… always”


You lay in bed, messaging your best friend Xiumin, while you waited for your boyfriend to come out of the shower. You could hear the water running, as your boyfriend happily sang one of his band’s songs. You smiled to yourself, before resuming texting Xiumin back.

Xiu-Oppa: You should have come round tonight, it’s pretty boring without you, and Chen’s being a pest
You: I know, I’m sorry I had to cancel, but Sehun decided to have a movie night last minute…
Xiu-Oppa: I know, I know, you two lovebirds want couple time blablabla. But I miss you too you know?
You: Oppaaaa I miss you too and you know it! I promise I will see you very soon too!
Xiu-Oppa: You better! Anyway, I’ll let you enjoy your “Alone time” with Sehunnie.
You: Oppaaa! Stop embarrassing me! I’ll see you soon <3
Xiu-Oppa: See you soon little one

You smiled at the texts, you really had taken a liking to the older boy ever since Sehun introduced you guys. He always treated you kindly, and you loved how he could act both incredibly adorable, and impressively mature. He was always there to help you out and give you advice, and he made sure Sehun never treated you wrong. You had so much in common with the boy, sometimes you felt like you were meant to be friends.

You heard Sehun’s phone begin to vibrate from the bedside table, and although you tried to ignore it the first few times, the messages kept coming through, so you decided it must be something of great importance. You rolled over to his side of the bed, and grabbed the phone, unlocking it with ease, and going straight to his inbox. You had always had Sehun’s code, and he always had yours, it was a matter of trust, and he often had you read him the texts he received from the guys, so you didn’t think it would be any different this time.

You were wrong. You opened the texts to see some very suggestive texts from a girl you recognized as a trainee. You scanned over them, scrolling up to read a few equally flirtatious texts from Sehun. You felt yourself start to break, but it wasn’t until you read something about a kiss that your heart shattered completely. You felt as if you’d just been stabbed in the heart repeatedly with a blunt butter knife. Your heart had been ripped to shreds.

You didn’t notice the water stop running, and Sehun come out of the bathroom covered by only a towel.

“Hey babe… what’s wrong?” He asked you, and you turned to look at him, betrayal and hurt written all over your face.

“What’s this Sehun?” you asked him, showing him his own phone with the texts on the screen. He stared at you with guilt in his eyes.

“I… I can explain.” He stuttered over his own words. You just kept staring, expecting him to continue. He saw a single tear roll down your cheek, and he felt his heart begin to ache.

“I… She doesn’t mean anything to me. I don’t know what I was thinking. It was all innocent flirting at first, but she kissed me and… I didn’t stop her. I swear nothing more happened. I promise you that’s the only thing that happened. After that, I couldn’t deal with the guilt. I haven’t seen her, or talked to her since. I realized you are my one and only. I know it sounds stupid, and crazy, but please believe me. Please….” He begged, falling to his knees, wrapping his arms around your legs.

You pulled away from him, slightly disgusted.

“Was I not enough for you that you had to flirt with another girl?” You hissed at him, shaking your head as you backed away from him.

“No! I love you Y/N! That meant nothing to me, she means nothing to me. Please believe me! Nothing else happened, it was just a stupid meaningless kiss… Please I beg you…  Please forgive me…” He begged while thick salty tears fell down his face like a waterfall. You wiped your own tears with the tips of your fingers, and shook your head at him.

“I… I think I should go” You speak, before quickly grabbing a small backpack and stuffing a few items of clothing and other important objects in it. Sehun panicked, he rushed to you and grabbed your body forcefully, wrapping you up in his arms tightly, refusing to let go.

“NO! Please don’t go Y/N! Please don’t leave me! Please don’t break up with me, I promise it won’t happen ever again. I promise” He begged, his voice shaky from the fear and pain he was feeling. He began bawling against you, holding you so tight you thought you had stopped breathing. You unwrapped his arms from yourself, and pushed him away, grabbing your backpack.

“I’m not breaking up with you Sehun, but I need some time to think about all of this. To decide whether I can forgive you or not. I’ll be back in a few days, and we can talk about it better.” You told him coldly, because you knew your heart had already forgiven him, I mean, how could you live without him? But your brain hadn’t. Your brain still told you he needed to suffer and pay for what he had done.

“Where are you going to stay?” He choked out, his voice breaking from all the crying. You looked up at him, deciding whether you should tell him or not.

“With Xiumin.” You stated simply, before turning away from him, and walking straight out of the door, leaving a heart broken Sehun crying alone on your bedroom door, regretting everything he had done, and terrified that he might be about to lose you, not only because of his stupid actions, but also he might lose you to his hyung. Deep down, he had always had suspicions that Xiumin’s feelings towards you weren’t only friendly.

My favorite things about the CelebriD&D episode that got posted today over on Alpha:

- Joe Manganiello, who definitely knows what he’s doing, came up with a really clever end run around what could have been a nasty encounter, and came out of it looking like a badass. Well played.

- You may recall that in CR’s Trial of the Take episodes, Matt had just tweaked the Gunslinger class, and Taliesin, who’d been joking about firing foam darts as a result, promptly produced the Natural 20 Buttflap of Doom escapade. So why did I bring that up? For the sake of joining this one-shot, Percy and Keyleth got bumped back to a much, much earlier level, so there he was sitting at like level 5. What happened? Taliesin rolled two natural 20s in one goddamn turn. Nerfing Percy only angers the dice gods. Do so at your peril.

A note to screenwriters of today: the only way to create stories that make us grow, think, feel and dream is to avoid the patriarchal iconography prototypes used to seduce producers. It’s not an easy ride; you have to be prepared to face all kinds of comments. I will never forget what a very well-known, Oscar-winning producer told me when I presented him the script for My Life Without Me: “Why do you want to tell the story of a poor, badly dressed woman who has just months to live?”. My answer was simple: “Well, someone has to”

anonymous asked:

Can I say that you are just an amazing writer? Like, wow. You blow me away with everything you've written, and the newest series with Don and Mikey running away is so amazingly well done. Thank you for writing them and sharing it with us, I know you must put in a lot of time, and it shows. I hope you have an amazing day today and an even better tomorrow.

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

I’m glad you like ‘These days’, it’s probably the fanfic I’m most proud of out of all my writing.

tbqh, it’s actually a very personal piece. I sympathize and relate an enormous amount to the b-team kids, and what I perceive them going through brings back old memories of mine. I spend a lot of time on each chapter I produce for that series, and I’m honestly surprising myself with how in-depth I’m going.

The fact that people are reading the series, enjoying the series, and have taken the time to tell me how much they like it- makes me incredibly happy, and I’m deeply touched by those facts.

Thank you all who’ve read and supported that particular fic series of mine, very few things could make me happier.

just broken

kol mikaelson x reader

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