this made me very emotional okay

Magic Works (aka STORY TIME)

Sit down, witches young and old.  I have a story to share.

So, in late Summer 2014, I was held at gunpoint and my car was stolen.  Without going into too much detail, I was out at night running errands and two masked men cornered me in the parking lot of my apartment complex.  (The Mister was not with me at the time; he was in the apartment.)  In the trunk of my car was my witchy box, which contained ALL of my most important craft materials including my book of shadows, my tarot, and my most beloved trinkets.  (I had taken it on a witchy retreat the weekend before.)

When they stole my car, they used it in a bank robbery and then ditched the vehicle after use.  I was DEVASTATED.  I couldn’t sleep or eat for days (trauma can be an absolute bitch); I was terrified to go out on my own, even on our porch.  I lost my job because I no longer had a means of transportation.  And to top it off, I ended up having a miscarriage around the same time.

Guys and gals, I went to a very dark place after this.  The police, as helpful as they were, told me that the likelihood of finding the vehicle was slim-to-none.  In fact, it is common in most places (and especially my state) that stolen vehicles are dumped in rivers or ravines, never to be found again.  What made matters worse was that I had JUST PAID THE CAR OFF and SWITCHED MY INSURANCE TO LIABILITY ONLY.  (For you bebes out there that don’t know, this means that your insurance company won’t replace the car if it is stolen.)

For months, I tried to dig myself out of this hole, but I felt like I couldn’t really connect with my craft because I was missing important elements to my spellwork.  Some of the things in that box were passed down for generations in my family.  They were absolutely priceless.  I felt so…lost.

The following May, I was visiting Tulum, Mexico.  A tropical storm was brewing off the shoreline and everyone else was drunk at one of the all-inclusive bar.  I watched from my balcony as surfers took to the turbulent waves and something came over me.  I felt a literal pull in my chest.  Something kept telling me to go to the water.

My family, friends, and the Mister all told me I was crazy when I went to the beach.  There was thunder, the waves were insanely high, and even the experienced surfers were having trouble.  On the lifeguard stands, black flags were posted (one of the signs that swimming is absolutely ill-advised) and for even an experienced competitive swimmer (that’s me!), it would be dangerous. But something told me to get into the water.

Nothing could have prepared me for the power of the ocean.  It pulled me when I resisted; it dragged against every limb and I became frightened.  But instead of thinking about the fact that I could possibly drown, I kept replaying those guys and their guns pointed at me, one shoved into my forehead.  I became angry; I kicked harder, pushed myself further until I felt the sand at my toes again.

I was crying and so angry.  I stood still in the water and called out into the wind.  I beat my fists against the surface of the sea (I probably looked insane, but no one was out there) and felt all of my pain seep away.  I begged the water for one thing: even if the car didn’t run, could my precious things be returned to me.  I bartered with the sea.

The sea giveth and the sea taketh away, as they say.  All of the hurt and terror and anguish I had felt over the previous year disappeared.  I was embraced by the water and somewhere so very deep inside me, I knew everything would be okay.  There was finally a sense of calm and clarity inside me, replacing the tumultuous emotions I had been feeling.

The morning we left, after the storms had passed, I went back to that secluded part of the beach and promised that I would dedicate my life to helping witches around me.  I had never made a promise like that in my life.

A month after that, the state police found my car.  It wasn’t in working condition at all, but everything remained intact in the trunk.  They brought it to my parents’ house and I rushed outside.  I sobbed when my dad opened the trunk and saw the box waiting, looking the exact same way it did the night the car was stolen.  Everything was in it, untouched by the elements.  (Eventually, I repaired the car enough for it to run another two-and-half-years, too!)

Magic is real.  Against impossible odds, there is power in every wish and desire.  I will never regret the promise I made that day.  I will never take for granted the gifts that have been given to me.  And when people scoff when I say that I am a witch, I inwardly smile and know that my magic is true and real.  I have all the proof I need.

Descriptive words for book reviews, essays and other things

“I liked it / it was nice”

  • lovely
  • delightful
  • pleasant
  • fair
  • pleasurable
  • approved
  • fine
  • satisfying
  • excellent
  • amazing
  • great
  • pleasing
  • sound
  • rad
  • worthy
  • superb

“It was complex in a good way/ it really grabbed my attention”

  • fascinating
  • intriguing
  • thought provoking
  • captivating
  • alluring
  • stimulating
  • intricate
  • sophisticated
  • labyrinthine
  • baroque

“It was complicated in a negative way / I didn’t quite understand it”

  • troublesome
  • inconvenient
  • difficult
  • vexing
  • tricky
  • puzzling
  • confusing
  • disorganised
  • obscure
  • far-fetched
  • strange

“It wasn’t very interesting / not very exciting”

  • boring
  • tedious
  • dull
  • unpleasant
  • mundane
  • stuffy
  • lifeless
  • repetitive
  • drudging
  • flat
  • tiresome
  • tame
  • depthless

“It made me a bit emotional/gave me the feels”

  • sentimental
  • emotional
  • moving
  • heartwarming
  • tear-jerking
  • affecting
  • heating
  • poignant
  • passionate
  • touching

“I’m not crazy about it / it was okay”

  • okay
  • passable
  • so-so
  • not bad
  • tolerable
  • adequate
  • middling
  • all-right
  • moderately pleasing

“Best thing ever”

  • fantastic
  • exceptional
  • marvelous
  • first-class
  • splendid
  • astounding
  • astonishing
  • extraordinary
  • phenomenal
  • wonderful

comparing things / “It was better than this other thing”

  • superior
  • favourable
  • preferable
  • more advanced
  • of higher rank
  • exceeding
  • distinguished
  • a cut above
  • more desirable
  • more valuable
  • improved
  • higher/better quality
  • more useful
  • surpassing
  • sharpened
  • more sophisticated

“It wasn’t good I didn’t like it”

  • bad
  • disagreeable
  • nasty
  • unrefined
  • horrible
  • unlikeable
  • coarse
  • imprecise
  • vexing
  • problematic
  • unimportant

“It was really bad”

  • terrible
  • repulsive
  • atrocious
  • disturbing
  • disastrous
  • revolting
  • rotten
  • loathsome
  • gruesome
  • appaling
  • abhorrent
  • dreadful
  • horrifying
  • poor
  • offensive
  • dire
  • awful
  • ghastly
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Press X to give Nick a hug after Long Time Coming.

Honestly this part made me very emotional and I swear Bethesda needs to add HUGS to their dialogue options. Let me tell Nick everything’s gonna be okay and he has people who love HIM and not a ghost from the past.

This is not a repost. My old blog got deleted so I’m putting my art back up.

Honestly,

shout out to @losersclubbb because this is something they made me think of. This is very long and I’m not the least bit fucking sorry!

Okay, but IMAGINE if “It” was a TV show, or a Netflix/Hulu/SOMETHING series. Like “Stranger Things”, each episode is about an hour, and it’s a sci-fi crime show. It shows how the kids all meet up, and there’s more time to develop their characters and reveal their back stories and get things made more accurately. The whole series is just in depth on their lives, and a little less outright horror and more head-scratching mystery. 

Like they all decide the Loser’s Club is a crime solving group, dedicated to finding the missing kids and taking care of each other. Like every few episodes there’s a filler where you just find out more about the target character of that episode while they’re out doing normal kid things, and to reign it back to remind you it’s technically suspense/crime, at the end of the filler episodes they’re brought back to reality by a Pennywise sighting, or a red balloon. 

When I say backgrounds I mean backgrounds- on everyone! The Bower’s Gang is NOT exempt because they deserve to be recognized wholly as King made them to be. Their parents will be included too so we can see how they were raised! Know who else isn’t exempt? PENNYWISE AND HIS FUCKING UNIVERSE PIE HOLE. The kids will unravel much more about him in the show than in the movie, including his backstory and how he came to be. And including that nightmare fest in his face. 

Speaking of, they find out mid-series that he’s NOT human, that these crimes are being committed by another entity entirely. They had no idea at first, thinking this mad man was just appearing dressed as a clown or leaving balloons. Once they know more about who they’re dealing with, he decides to let them know about what he knows- turning into their worst fears and taunting them. He taunts them for their most canon fears in the book, Richie and clowns and werewolves, Eddie and disease and his sexuality, (which, by the by, he’s GAY), Beverly and adulthood and her father, etc, etc, etc.! 

It shows them most detailed in kicking his ass in the sewers as a final show down kinda thing, taking up at least a full episode, preferably two, that way the final showdown with the kids is like its own movie. Any time they interact with him, it should have at least a few moments from Penny’s POV, chasing the kids, getting into their heads, seeing exactly the thoughts that give them their fears. (Also since this is really me and I’m biased, I want Eddie to be crushing on Richie, and Richie crushing back, but they don’t date because that’s not super accurate by any means, but the tension and the love is THERE)(And Pennywise is an asshole and uses that to his advantage of FUCKING COURSE)

ANYWAYS YEAH. They have the season finale two-episode special on kicking his ass and the blood oath. Then when the season comes back as adults, it’s all over again- just as much detail into their adult lives, what they’ve been up to, what they’ve missed. Falling back into familiar friendships, relearning the town and Pennywise and each other. I fully support the idea of Reddie becoming an unspoken thing as it’s canon they kinda do and Eddie is very unhappily married. They basically just have touching scenes and yes some filler episodes but not as many and they aren’t as light hearted, more to get the drama of their personal lives and “normal” lives outside of this fleshed out. 

Stan does die before the reunion, and they take a whole episode for him and his story, showing flashbacks of his life as he would think back on them after getting that call, all of his important moments and achievements captured because he is such a beloved and valuable part of the Loser’s Club even if he isn’t in the story as long. They do show him die, and the trauma of it, because his death should not be understated or glossed over. They take another whole chunk of the reunion episode itself for the Losers themselves to reminisce on him and how much they adored him and how much they’ll miss him, going over his proudest moments, and his silliest. 

Eddie does die in the sewer showdown part 2, in Richie’s arms as in the book, but HE FINISHES HIS FUCKING LAST WORDS AND GUESS WHAT HE’S CONFESSING HE’S BEEN IN LOVE WITH RICHIE THIS WHOLE TIME, AND RICHIE SAYS THAT’S WHY HE NEVER GOT MARRIED, THAT HE MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN LIKE THEY ALL DID, BUT THAT HIS SOUL DID NOT AND IT WAS WAITING FOR HIM. THEY ALSO DO NOT LEAVE HIM IN THE FUCKING SEWER. 

THEY BEAT THAT HONKY SIX PIECE CHICKEN MCNOBODY BALDY MONSTER, THEY GET OUT, THEY HAVE A FUNERAL FOR EDDIE, AND RICHIE GETS THEM MATCHING PROMISE RINGS AND BURIES ONE WITH EDDIE AND WEARS THE OTHER ONE AND VISITS HIM EVERY GODDAMN YEAR. THE LOSERS ALL STAY FRIENDS AND THE SERIES ENDS ON 2 FILLER EPISODES, EACH DEDICATED TO THE REMAINING KIDS MAKING THEIR LIVES BETTER- BEVERLY AND BEN GET MARRIED BY THE WAY, AND A BONUS EPISODE OF THEIR FONDEST MEMORIES ALL PUT TOGETHER LIKE A VINTAGE HOME VIDEO, GRAINY AND SLIGHTLY DISCOLORED SOMETIMES, BUT FILLED WITH LAUGHTER AND JOY AND SHENANIGANS, BECAUSE THESE KIDS ARE NOT THEIR TRAUMAS, NOT THEIR FLAWS. THESE KIDS ARE NOT JUST MONSTER KILLERS, THEY ARE HUMAN, AND THEY HAD BEAUTIFUL TIMES TOO. 

BONUS BONUS, THE CREDITS SHOW THE SAME NOSTALGIC VIDEO OF THE CAST INTERACTING AND BEING THEMSELVES BEHIND THE SCENES AND IT’S SO TOUCHING THAT EVERYONE FUCKING CRIES WHEN THE SERIES IS OVER, TEARY KIDS AND ADULTS ALIKE ALL HUGGING AND LAUGHING AND SAYING THAT THIS WAS THE BEST PROJECT OF THEIR LIVES. EVERYONE WATCHING AT HOME IS FUCKING OBLITERATED IN A MESS OF TEARS AND EMOTIONS. THE FUCKING END. 

A Bad Day Turned Good

Tyler Scheid x Reader

Word Count : 1998

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I was looking down at my phone messaging my date for the fifth time asking him where he was while pacing back and forth in front of the movie theater ticket booths. I turned around to walk back to the other side of the booths when I walked straight into the chest of a tall man. I dropped my phone in surprise and yelped slightly. How embarrassing, I thought. The tall guy, being less startled then I, bent down and picked my phone up and handed it back. I quickly glanced at his faced, curly dark hair in a beanie, brown eyes, and a slight beard. Then I stammered out an apology.

“It’s okay. I hope your phone’s okay,” he replied calmly. He flashed me a quick smile and then my phone dinged. It was my date, saying that he couldn’t make it and that he was sorry. My face fell and I glanced around trying to decide what to do now. My eyes caught on the guy who’d picked up my phone. He was looking back at me with a slight smile as he stood by the ticket booths. I tried to smile back, but I think it came out more as a grimace. The guy was with four other people, two other guys, one of which had blue hair, and two girls, the blonde was holding the hand of the other dark haired guy. I bet they’re going to have a fun evening, unlike me, I thought. I looked at the movies that were showing that evening; The Space Between Us, Rings, Youth in Oregon, etc. I was supposed to see Rings with my date. I normally hate horror movies, but if I’m with someone I’m okay. I didn’t know if I should still go see it. I’d heard people say that it’s really good and really creepy. Well I might as well still try and watch it, if I don’t like it I can just leave. I shouldn’t let my stupid date spoil my night out, I thought decisively.

I bought myself a ticket and some sour patch kids and walked into the theater. I walked down the left side row looking for a seat near the wall and away from anyone. I sat down and opened my candy, but waited to eat them until the movie actually started. As I was waiting, I looked around to see who had come to see the movie. Sitting in the middle and a bit behind me, was the guy I had run into and his friends. I quickly glanced away before he saw me looking at him. He’s not too bad looking now that I actually look at him, I thought with a smile. Then the movie started and I instantly regretted everything. I hate horror movies and this movie was so fricking creepy and scary. I kept jumping at the slightest thing. I was also extremely self-conscious and uncomfortable. Maybe I should just leave. This is sooo not worth it, I thought looking around. Just when I had mustered the courage to get up and leave, someone sat down next to me. I looked over stunned and realized that it was the guy I had walked into earlier. My face turned red and I looked down at my sour patch kids.

“I’m guessing you’re not a fan of scary movies,” the guy asked, sort of matter-of-factly.

“Uh no, not especially. I was supposed to be with someone, but they didn’t come,” I said, hoping that it was dark enough that the guy couldn’t see my red, embarrassed face. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking at me and I glanced at him quickly and then back to my candy. I decided to be nice and offered some to him, he took some and then introduced himself as Tyler.

“I’m (Y/N),” I said. He smiled and then focused his attention back to the movie. I glanced back at his friends that he had left for me and saw that they were all glancing between myself and Tyler and then to each other. They were all grinning for some reason. I focused back on the movie and continued to eat the sour patch kids. As soon as I did that, a jump scare happened. I wanted to run away and bury myself in a pile of blankets.

“God dammit,” I muttered while focusing on the candy.

“Hey (Y/N), you’re okay. Don’t worry – I’ll protect you from the scary monsters,” he said with a smirk. Is he making fun of me? I’m not some wimpy girl that needs protecting, I thought bitterly. First my date stood me up and now this guy I don’t know if making fun of me for not liking the movie. I stood up and walked out of the theater, probably with an angry look on my face. When I got out of the theater and into the fresh air, I leaned my head against the wall. God damn everything today, I thought dejectedly. Today had been such a bad day, all I wanted to do was go to bed.

“Hey,” a voice startled me out of my thoughts and I spun around looking for the source. It was the guy I had run into, Tyler.

“Yes? What? Need to make me jump some more so you can laugh?” I said harshly. He looked hurt, but I wasn’t in the mood to be nice.

“I wasn’t making fun of you in there. I was trying to help,” he said quickly. I sneered in response. “I don’t like horror movies either. I only went because my friends dragged me along. I saw you jumping during the movie and I thought that having someone next to you might be comforting and when I said the thing about protecting you from the monsters… well I don’t really know why I said that. I think I was just trying to sound cool or brave…”

“Oh. That’s actually a really nice thought,” I muttered slightly astounded. Here I was thinking he was a total jerk and actually he was trying to be nice to me. Damn, I thought looking him over more closely. He was tall and sturdily built. His hands were dancing around as he tried to decide what to do with them. Little curly bits of his hair poked out of his grey beanie and he had a slight beard forming along his jaw line. His eyes were a soft brown with real compassion shining through them.

“I’m sorry I was so rude to you,” I said remembering how I snapped at him. “I’ve had a really bad day, and then my date stood me up, and then I thought you were making fun of me and I was just not in the mood for that…”

“It’s okay. Totally understandable. Everyone has bad days, I just didn’t want to add to it,” he said, a smile coming back to his face. I realized how nice his lips looked and I couldn’t help but bite my own. Then I gave myself a quick mental slap and looked around.

“Um so uh, I don’t want to keep you from the movie. I’m sure your friends are wondering where you are,” I stuttered out.

“Eh, it’s fine. I wasn’t into the movie anyways. Would you mind if I kept you company? We could get a drink or some food… or we could just walk around,” he said glancing around.

“A walk would be good. Maybe that’ll calm me down.”

“Shall we then?” he said motioning down the street. I nodded and then started walking. I realized I still had the sour patch kids in my hand so I ate one and then offered some to Tyler. He took a few and looked at the street thoughtfully. I kept glancing at him from the corner of my eye as we shared the sour patch kids. We walked in silence until we came to a playground with a swing set. I immediately headed straight for it without waiting to see if Tyler would follow. Luckily he did follow and he laughed slightly as he saw where I was going. I smirked to myself and sat on one of the swings and started to rock myself back and forth. I kept my eyes trained on my feet, but I could feel Tyler watching me.

“You know, you’re really pretty. And I mean like gorgeous pretty,” he said slightly awkwardly. I glanced over at him smiling. He was blushing, but also smiling. I stood up and slowly walked in front of him. I had a half smirk, half smile on my face.

“You really think I’m pretty?” I said with a devious smile. He swallowed as he quickly glanced at me. Then he took a breath and steeled his face.

“Yes I do,” he said matter-of-factly. I slowly advanced on Tyler until he was standing up, but leaning backwards on the swing seat and I was directly in front of him. He kept glancing at my lips and I bit mine as I looked at his. I took another step forward and leaned forward until our lips were almost touching, but then I stopped. I looked at his eyes until he made eye contact with me, and then I turned around and walked away towards the jungle gym. I could only imagine the look on his face. I looked over my shoulder and he was still standing/leaning on the swing watching me. I climbed up the jungle gym until I was leaning against a pole on an upper platform. I looked back at Tyler and gave him a big mischievous grin. He shook his head and smiled back. Then he followed me up the jungle gym. He leaned against a pole opposite me, but didn’t approach. Boys are used to girls going to them, but I like to make the guy come to me.

“I’m not going over there if that’s what you’re waiting for,” I said with a smirk.

“What if I’m just admiring the view,” he said with his own smirk. After another moment he pushed off the pole and approached me. He put his hands on the jungle gym on either side of me, giving me nowhere to run to. He stared intently at my eyes and I refused to break contact with his or move a muscle. Surely enough, he broke contact and glanced at my lips. I licked them and smirked again. His eyes glowed like embers and he slowly moved his face closer to mine. He stopped right before our lips touched and he stayed there, refusing to move further. I looked into his eyes and then I closed the distance. His lips were soft and the kiss was slow at first. Then I broke the kiss off, but I didn’t move away. I waited – feeling the tension of the moment, and then he grabbed my neck and the back of my head and kissed me with all the passion and tension that was in his eyes. I kissed him back with all the pent up emotion I felt and the butterflies that Tyler made me feel in my stomach.

After a few moments, a mixture of shouts and laughter erupted from the street. Tyler pulled back, but didn’t let go of my neck. He didn’t turn around, he just bent his head in what seemed to be embarrassment.

“Damn them,” he muttered. Then he looked back up and me and planted another kiss on my lips. “Those are my friends. They’re very nice people, but they’re also very loud and sort of nosy. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I laughed. I peered around him and sure enough his friends from the movie theater were standing by the entrance to the park. Smiles were visible on all of their faces. Tyler sighed and then turned around.

“Hey guys… How was the movie?”

Analysis of Hak’s character and his relationship with Yona or something

I feel almost alone when saying this, but I find Hak a kinda fascinating character with the way he was written. I have no idea if Kusanagi did it on purpose, but he was written almost to resemble a deconstruction of your average wish-fullfilling love interest character. Before his character development, he started off embodying a lot of common love interest tropes; overprotective, seemingly untouchable by emotional trauma (and therefore, someone who will always serve as walking emotional support, meanwhile needing nothing of the same in return), prone to physical advances… but as the series went on, those traits became something of flaws and/or were revealed to have deeper influencers than originally thought. 

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Yes, Your Bucky

Summary: This is a sequel to My James, Your Bucky. The reader and her plum dumpling come to terms with what happened to James.


Word count: 2.5k


Warnings: Angst central, people. You’ve been warned.


A/N: The response to My James, Your Bucky has been so awesome. I did say that if I write the next part it will be painful. You still wanted more. I hope you like it.


I went through all comments and asks to tag people so I hope I haven’t missed anyone out?

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes




It’s been good few hours since you discovered your flat in a complete mess. You’ve been practically dragged out of there by a man with the bow. Hawkeye, you think was his name. Frankly, quite a few people introduced themselves to you outside, but you couldn’t care less for who they were. Why would you? They all just barged into your life expecting you to be calm and understanding. Calm and understanding?!

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anonymous asked:

And just when people were complaining about canon eruri and how selfish erwin is tons of official material confirming eruri and erwin's tenderness are released

I KNOW RITE?  It’s almost as if Eruri is actually canon!  Who’d have thunk it? 

This picture absolutely slayed me when I saw it this morning, but it was only later in the day I saw @pammu_28′s amazing translation of the scene.  It’s all there…Levi teasing “Mr Commander” for being tender and spoiling the new recruits, Erwin getting a little drunk, a little over emotional, confessing how much he relies on Levi, and Levi caring for him, telling him to call it a night, taking him home and holding him in his arms, caressing him until he falls asleep.  Okay, I may have made that last bit up :}  Only just though! 

E : ah….. I am counting on you, Levi.
L : ….did you drink too much?
E : …………….. perhaps.
L : it’s about time. Let’s call it a day. 

The whole thing makes me melt with joy because it’s not a million miles away from the basic premiss of the very first Eruri fic I ever wrote - Written On His Skin.  And now, two years later, here we are, Levi comforting drunk and emotional Erwin is canon.  I can die happy now. 

ETA This image and scene are newly released from the 3DS game - more info here

Insecurities pt. 3

[A/N: okay, so, this part has a bit of information, and I was originally going to write more, but I decided that it could wait until the next part, or the part after that. I’m not sure yet. Also, the name of the fic might be changing, because from now on it doesn’t really involve his insecurities, while it does, it doesn’t at the same time? Idk, I’ll decide later.]

Part I

Part II

Part III


While the team was waiting for Pidge to find Lance’s coordinates, Lance was busy. He knew he couldn’t go back to Earth – of course he couldn’t, that would lead the Galra right to his and everyone else’s family. So instead, he found a planet and landed there to figure out what he was going to do next.

Lance thought for a long time – at least, it felt like it. He thought about what he could do, and was slowly formulating a plan… he could start – a knock on his pod interrupted his train of thought. He looked, his eyes wide and startled – he hadn’t realized that this planet had occupants. He stepped out of the pod, bayard by his side to make sure he had protection if the alien species was hostile. “I apologize for intruding on your home, but I should be able to leave in a few hours,” he said politely, recognizing the stranger as an authority figure.

The native smiled at Lance, “There is no need for that,” his voice resonated inside his mind rather than being spoken. “I am Keivent Chilphank, and you are on Chyrrep,” the voice said into his mind. The Chyrrep had pale blue skin, a human shaped body, though the hands had four fingers rather than five, his face had markings that reminded Lance of vertigo, they were a dark purple and covered his eyes like a mask, and his mouth. His eyes were grey – no pupil, or iris – and seemed to glow softly. The alien had dark hair, and a feline tail that seemed to hold no purpose – though, Lance wouldn’t know. “All are welcome here, as we are a peaceful species, we judge none for what they have done, all is forgiven here.” It was as if the alien knew exactly what Lance was feeling, but the words only made him more distrustful – he had been hypnotized once, he didn’t want to be again. “I understand your distrustfulness,” was the alien in his mind?

“How do you know what I’m thinking?” Lance asked, his guard still up.

“I do not,” Keivent assured, “the Chyrrepa are a very emotional and mind-centered species. We sense emotions from everyone, which makes it impossible for others to lie to us.”

Lance allowed himself to think about it – it makes sense, he reasoned. “Okay…” he said, unsure if he should trust this stranger. What other choice did he have, though?

“Will you come with me? The Queen would like to see you,” Keivent told him, which only made Lance’s guard raise again. The last time he followed a strange alien to their queen, he had ended up hypnotized. “If you’re unsure, I can come back in a varga so you may think on it.”

Lance nodded to the second option, “Please,” he added, to be polite.

It didn’t take a varga to figure out that Lance would go see the Queen – not because he was kidnapped, but because what else could he do while he waited to figure out what to do until the war was over? So, when Keivent returned, Lance agreed to go with him to meet the Queen.

When they approached her, Lance bowed respectfully. “You may rise,” he heard the Queen murmur through his thoughts, so he did. “What is your name, traveler?”

“Lance, ma’am,” his voice was abrupt when he spoke, the silence around them wasn’t unpleasant, but his voice sliced through it like butter. How the Chyrrepaa communicated was strange – not through voice, but through the mind. He remembered not being able to get used to it for many weeks.

“I am Queen Elexaba,” the Queen spoke, “You may call me Elexaba,” she gestured to a male to her right, “This is my partner, the Prince, Hezrin,” the way she introduced her husband, it reminded Lance of the English royal families – there was always a Queen, but not always a King. There was only a King if the King was the royal one, and the Queen was married into the family. If a Queen was the royal one, her partner would be referred to as ‘Prince.’

“Pleasure to meet you,” Lance said, bowing to her and her husband. “I apologize for coming unannounced, I can be gone whenever you’d like,” he offered, not wanting to impose on the planet.

The Queen smiled kindly at the boy at her feet, “Do not worry, Lance,” her voice echoed through his mind, “You are not a bother.”

And thus, began a great friendship between the ex-Blue Paladin of Voltron and the Chyrrepa. Lance stayed on Chyrrep for many reasons – he learned about their culture, he was slowly learning how to communicate with them via his mind, and it seemed that their ability to sense everyone’s aura, as Lance decided to call it, was rubbing off on him? Kind of… He had been with the Chyrrep for roughly a week and a half when he noticed it, a sort of fog around the Chyrrepa bodies, changing colors and shapes depending on their moods. Lance didn’t feel the need to lie to them, and they didn’t see the need to lie to him.

Lance was there for a few days, becoming closer and closer to them until he began feeling guilt eat away at him for not telling them that he was once the Blue Paladin. He decided to tell Keivent first, being the closest to him than the others he had met – Javehn and Jroeni, twins, and then Gizmak.

“Keiv?” Lance asked, turning to his new friend. The alien turned and smiled at the human boy. He could see that whatever Lance was about to say was going to be important – he was practicing talking to them via his mind hard, and because he was speaking, Keivent could only assume that this was important. He could see a greyish green haze around him – guilt and worry, and hoped that Lance was going to tell him whatever was on his chest.

“Yes, Lance?”

“I need to tell you something,” Lance said, fidgeting nervously in his spot on the grass next to Keivent. They had decided to go out and stargaze because Lance wanted Keivent to teach him of the different constellations that their night sky had – which in and of itself was odd. Instead of a dark bluish black, the sky was a dark purple with hints of pink and red. He brought himself back to the moment, remembering that he was about to tell Keivent something. “I used to be the Blue Paladin.”

 

Keivent smiled at the Earthling, “I know,” he said, surprising Lance once again. His voice, err, thoughts, had gone softer, though. “I recognize the pod as one from the Castle of Lions. It is required of our younglings to learn of the Paladins of Voltron – we find out even if we are in a remote part of the galaxy. The Paladins of Voltron are very important to every free person. May I ask why you say ‘used’ to be?”

Lance swallowed thickly, and turned his gaze to the twinkling stars above them. “I thought I was doing great – I used to slack off a lot, but my friend Keith reminded me of all the reasons I had doubts when we first began this journey to save the universe. Then I wanted to get better, and I thought I was doing better, but he shot me down, hit me in all of my doubts – he used to help me through them, but he had been stressed, so I know that it was just stress, but he’s right,” Lance was getting hysterical, his breathing began to get labored as he remembered the confrontation, but he pushed on, wanting to get it all out there before he regretted opening up to this near-stranger. “He said he didn’t know if I was cut out to be a Paladin of Voltron, and I know he’s right because honestly, I’m just a kid from Earth that wants to go home, but now I can’t, and I don’t want to because I still want to help, but the only way I know how is through Voltron,” in the pause he took to take a breath, Keivent cut in.

“Slow down, Lance,” Keivent’s voice hushed through his mind, trying to calm him with a soothing voice. “Whatever he told you wasn’t true, no matter what you may think,” the haze around Lance was a mess of colors – purple, blue, yellow, green – colors that even alone would be concerning. “What if you created your own resistance force? I’m sure there are those out there who want to fight, but cannot because their species lacks the technology, or the willpower. Find them, and form your own resistance.”

Lance took deep breaths while listening to Keivent speak – he had been thinking about it, honestly. It would be better than doing nothing, and then he could choose how he fought – probably still with his bayard… but at least not be torn down for messing up because he would be in charge. He looked at Keivent, “That, actually, sounds like a great idea…” he said, this time without speaking. Once he was calm, Keivent noticed the haze shift to its usual grey-blue.

“Then, why don’t you do it?”

“I will. Thank you, Keiv.”

imacrazedfangirl  asked:

heyyy how about,,,, nonbinary representation with a side of good old fashioned hurt/comfort for either dear evan hansen or be more chill??? preferably either boyf riends or kliensen (does this even count as a prompt idk I tried) (please write this)

(you’re in luck, as non-binary and/or genderfluid Jeremy is one of my Big Headcanons)
(internalized transphobia and a little weed lies ahead, be warned)

THAT’S A GIRL SHIRT

Jeremy’s heart sank. Of course, they should have known that wasn’t allowed-

YOU ACTUALLY WANTED TO WEAR THAT AND WEREN’T MERELY PICKING SOMETHING WITHIN ARMS REACH?

Well, yeah, I um-

YOU EVEN STUTTER IN YOUR THOUGHTS, I REALLY DO HAVE MY WORK CUT OUT FOR ME. WAIT-

Jeremy felt a tingle in their brain.

-NEW INFORMATION AVAILABLE. PAUSE WHILE I UPDATE.

To Jeremy, the world seemed to stop. The people in the store came to a glitching halt, and they felt unable to move. The Squip made a sound that was disconcertingly similar to the Windows XP startup sound.

YOU AREN’T A BOY.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write the characteristics for the losers (and maybe stranger things kids) because it’s hard for me to write anyone but Reddie accurately

Stan - The most sarcastic boy on the planet, but also the sweetest. On the outside he’s very quiet and he glares a lot, narrows his eyes and rolls them 24/7, but if someone wants to have a deep conversation with him he listens 100% and makes eye contact so you know he’s taking everything in. He also holds peoples hands to make sure they don’t feel alone, or if they’re angry he calms them down by reaching out for their hands. But cuss him out or make fun of him and he claps back within seconds and it’s usually savage and no one expects it.

Beverly - She’s so caring and loving and very affectionate with everyone she meets, even strangers. She always tries to make everyone feel welcome but never pushes anyone’s boundaries if they’re shy or uncomfortable. She loves partying but is usually the friend that takes care of everyone, because she’s the mother hen. When she gets upset she gets very quiet and is a silent crier, a tear just rolls down her cheek and she shakes. She loves hugs and squeezes people so tight so they know she’s going to miss them.

Ben - He’s a shy bean, but once you get to know him he’s so loud and funny and just a cool kid all round. He’s a massive nerd and loves talking about new books and TV shows and movies he’s seen and even if no one really knows what he’s talking about he’s so entertaining and has such a soothing voice you can’t help but listen to him for hours on end. He’s very good at giving advice, everyone goes to him about relationships (because he and bev have been together for so damn long) and he’s always willing to just hang out wherever and talk about everything and anything. Also a very big conspiracy theorist. 

Mike - The COOLEST person you will ever meet, he’s super chill and just cracks jokes and is so smooth everyone loves him. He’s super friendly and always wants to make new friends so he’s easy to talk to at parties or events. He also has the best fashion sense in Derry, and everyone wants his style because it’s so original but so him? He also recommends new music every week and old vinyl players and records in his room that he collects from his granddad and his friends. He’s big on singing and loves writing songs about how he feels or his friends, every loser has a song written about them FYI. He’s a very big emotional support for people and always wants a hug and to make sure everyone is doing okay. He’s the friend that says “text me to make sure you got home okay”.

Bill - He’s the quietest of the bunch but he’s also crazy once you get to know him. He’s always down for an adventure and constantly wants to write things in his journal and draw characters he made up on the spot. He has the biggest imagination and is always telling his little brother stories to send him to sleep. He has stacks of notebooks that he’s filled every page with doodles or stories and sometimes he reads them until the early hours of the morning for inspiration. He also is that kid that doodles on his arms and fingers like tattoos, but he’s too scared of needles to actually get any. 

Eddie - The fire cracker who is literally the smallest boy ever but he’s so full of love and admiration for his friends he could burst. He’s so unashamed of who he is after he stands up to his mother and has become this pastel soft boy who wears huge sweaters and cracks dirty jokes. He’s really good at sitting in silence with someone if they’re having a bad day, and he loves pampering people, he’ll order a pizza and drinks and come round without a moments hesitation if he finds out one of his friends is upset. He’ll always watch cartoons and try to get his friends to join in even though ‘they’re for kids’. He’s kinda childish and when he gets mad goes into a tantrum, he pouts and stamps his feet sometimes. He also loves cuddles and just being close to someone. 

Richie - Loud, dirty and ready to party 24/7. He’s the class clown and even though everyone acts like they hate him they couldn’t live without him. He doesn’t stay at home much due to his neglectful parents and prefers sleeping over at others houses than in his own room. He also shows up uninvited but no one really minds that much. He is constantly touching people, wrapping his arms around them, or lying across laps or nudging them with his feet because he just likes being close. He’s very affectionate too and loves kisses, not even ones that are sexual, he just likes pressing kisses to people’s cheeks, their necks or the back of their hands to make them feel loved. 

(I’m not as familiar with the stranger things kids YET but hopefully one day I’ll be able to write something like this for them haha, hope this helped!)

Okay, so I finally watched Death Note from Netflix. And this movie made me laugh out loud when it shouldn’t have. The only highlights from this movie are literally Watari, Ryuk (though it must be my admiration for Willem Dafoe that is talking) and L.

L is not… the L from the manga, japanese movies or anime, per se. He’s way more expressive and emotive than his previous incarnations and his morals are very different from the original L (not to say that they’re good or anything… Just different. Like what he’s ready to do for Watari or to get Light, I’m pretty sure the original L wouldn’t have do that).

However, I found myself getting attached to his character during the course of the movie, probably thanks to Lakeith Stanfield’s acting. L is not the L we know, but I think he has potential and, between better hands, he would have been a really good character. And yeah, he’s autistic. You can’t say he’s not, it’s blatant and almost canon (”You see, he’s… special”).

Light is.. pathetic at best. He’s super edgy, is manipulated by Mia and all and has only one moment of glory where I was like “Oh yeah, I know that Light”. He’s unbearable and I honestly hate his character.

Mia is… not Misa. And I don’t like the way the movie treated her. How she’s characterized, she would have been smart enough to avoid getting killed that way. It felt cheap.

The movie feels cheap, in fact. Between the pop/rock songs in the soundtrack, the pointless gore scenes and the too much gritty tone, it’s not credible one second. It’s laughable, especially in its death scenes that we’re supposed to take seriously.

Yeah… You can avoid it. I hope that it won’t hurt Lakeith Stanfield’s career, this actor is really good and deserves to be known.

Just Between Us | BTS’s Suga Imagine

a long awaited request for a lovely anon

genre: fluff

*****

He should’ve seen it coming. You were already exhausted, but he assumed it’s because you’ve been working hard for this performance & K-Pop idols don’t really get a break anyways -he of all people should know that. Even prior to this moment, you asked him to get you some water, but he didn’t think you’re thirst would contribute to your health; Humans can last without water for at least three days, so surely you could survive without water for this one performance -He did get you that water, but by the time he came back, you were already on stage.

Suga’s eyebrows drew together when he watched you on the TV. He took notice of how you were constantly taking breaths between your lines, how you’re a beat off into dancing, and how you’re already sweaty by the time you got to the second chorus of your song. His eyes squint to focus on you because he can sense something was wrong. He was waving off his concerns because he didn’t want to overthink your situation, and the possibility of you fainting was highly unlikely and maybe you were just nervous or maybe this performance in particular was hard for you to do and—

His suspicions were proven right when you fainted.

Seeing your unconscious body go into the ambulance was hard for him. It was bad enough that his bandmates had to hold him back as he paramedics lifted you onto a stretcher. Yoongi just wanted to be by your side and he curses your guys’ manangement for forcing you two to keep your relationship a secret. He bites his lip and clenches his fist as he watches the ambulance drive away.

Yoongi couldn’t bare staying at the venue knowing that you’re lying in a hospital bed so he, along with the rest of the boys, go back to the hotel. Everyone was quiet on the way back; Of course, they were worried about you too, but they can tell that Yoongi is an untamed lion in a cage right now and saying a word to him will end with a bite. He’s currently pacing back & forth, distraught between going out to see you and respecting the guidelines of the agreement. The other six boys are still unsure of what to do to reassure him, but once Yoongi clicked his tongue and made his decision to go visit you, was when Jin decided to speak up.

“Yoongi,” Jin warns, and he knows it really means, “Please think about this.”

“You can’t stop me.” Yoongi responds as he gets a face mask, a bucket hat, and sunglasses.

Jin stays silent after that, because though he is the eldest & Yoongi is expected to listen to him, Yoongi is quite stubborn and there’s no stopping him when it comes to you.

As he leaves the room, Namjoon catches up to him as he goes into the hallway. “Wait,” He calls out to Yoongi, grabbing his wrist so that his attention was on him, “What?” Yoongi snaps, tugging away from his grip. “Tell Y/n we all wish her a full recovery.” Namjoon says, his lips forming a small smile. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile too, as he nods because he knew that the boys were supportive of his relationship with you.

“Can I see Y/n Y/l/n, please?” He asks the receptionist, hooking a finger into his face mask to pull it down so he can properly speak to the nurse.

“Since Ms. Y/l/n is an idol, we’re only allowing family and management go up to visit her.” The nurse informs him, “Can I ask what is your relationship with her?”

“I’m her cousin.” He lies without hesitation, which is good because reluctancy shows falsification.

“Alright then,” The lady eyes him just to make sure he isn’t showing signs of lying, then she gets up, “Follow me.”

The lady leads Yoongi to a room where you were found peacefully asleep. It calms his mind knowing that you were safe and sound. The lady then knocks on the frame of the door, waking you up from your humble slumber. “Ms. Y/l/n? Your cousin is here to visit you.” She informs you.

You yawn and rub your eye as you repeat, “Cousin?” in a mumble. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you stretch because as far as you were concerned, your cousins were either too young to come and visit you right at this moment or your cousins were too busy to find time to see you right now. Once you see that it’s Yoongi that the nurse was referring to as your ‘cousin’, you immediately played along.

“Hey, Yoongs.” You greeted him with as much casualty you could muster. “How’d you know I was here?” He acts, saying,“Your boyfriend texted me. He couldn’t come due to professional reasons, so I came in his stead.” And he even shrugs. He also adds, “And the rest of our family wishes you a full recovery.” He puts a small emphasis on ‘family’, but you knew he meant his bandmates.

“Alright, I’ll leave you two be.” The lady then says, “Remember, visiting hours end in 15 minutes.” The both of you nod in response but once the lady was out of the room and out of eyesight, you two laid off the acting and let out an exasperated sigh as if you two had been holding in your breath for the longest time. A weight has been lifted off your shoulders now that you two didn’t have to keep your relationship a secret since nobody is around anymore, which made you chuckle a bit. Yoongi pulls up a chair so that he can make himself comfortable next to you. He places his elbows on the edge of the bed and grabs your hand with both of his, bringing it up to his face so that his lips pressed against your skin. You smile warmingly and melt into his touch.

“I’m surprised management let you come here.” You tell him softly, breaking the silence.

“They didn’t,” Yoongi sighs, still holding your hand in both of his. “I kind of just… snuck out.”

If you didn’t have some kind of medication making you feel so drowsy right now, you would’ve scolded him. Instead, you say, “Wow, look at you.” You teased lightly, “Bad boy Min Yoongi.”

He smirks, not knowing how to respond properly to your comment so he lets the conversation linger for a moment longer before changing the subject. “Are you okay?” He whispers, fearing that if he said it any louder than you would give him bad news.

“I’m fine,” You reassure him, and his tense shoulders relax. “I just haven’t been taking care of myself that well lately. The hospital is releasing me tomorrow.”

“What do you mean you haven’t been taking care of yourself?” He asks, and you knew his parental side of being your boyfriend was rising to the surface.

“I don’t know, babe,” You sigh, not in the mood to explain yourself. “I guess I haven’t been doing well at taking care of myself.”

“Y/n,” He calls in a low whisper. “I know your career is important but you need to prioritize your health first.” You roll your eyes and look off to the side opposite of him at his light scolding, which he notices so his tone changes to a more pleading-like nature before continuing, “If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for your fans, okay? At the very least, do it for me.”

You bite your lip at his request, this emotion of guilt washing over you. You didn’t mean to take bad care of yourself and make him worry this much. You look over at him, and you see that his eyes are so full of concern for you. You two were busy all the time, which made moments that you two had alone together something to treasure. It’s hard for the two of you to act like just friends in public when you two were so much more, but luckily, right now is the perfect time to show you how much he loves and cares about you.

“I’m sorry,” You pout, and Yoongi softens up.

He sighs, giving your hand a light squeeze before pressing another kiss on your knuckles. “Can you…” He whispers, his breath hot against your skin, “Can you promise me that, please?”

You stare at him in the eyes and he does the same. For a moment, it seems like you two were mentally communicating with each other, but then you break off the silence by saying, “I promise.” Then you bring his hand towards your lips so that you can kiss his knuckles too. “I’ll take better care of myself.”

His face rests into a reassured smile at the sight of you pressing a kiss onto his hand. You put your intertwined hands back down on the bed and you resume staring at him. As the silence ensues, the tension gets romantically tense, and suddenly you two were leaning into each other. When your faces were just millimeters away, your eyes shift from looking at his eyes to his lips, but when you two were about to finally kiss, the same lady from the front desk clears her throat.

Both of you immediately turn your heads in her direction, and she purses her lips at you two. “Visiting hours are over now.” She announces before walking off again.

His lips stretch out from ear to ear, and you watch him in admiration as he laughs softly with his gummy smile. “I keep forgetting,” He tells you, but he pauses to catch his breath. “That this-” He then gestures to the both of you, “-is supposed to be just between us.” He takes another moment to smile to himself before placing a kiss against your forehead and then pressing his forehead against yours. “I guess I just love you too much.”

*****

to the lovely anon: thank you so much for waiting for me to post this // i’m sorry it took a long time, i just lost inspiration & i focused on school (especially since i’m failing three of my classes rn ugh) // your patience is amazing, and i hope you enjoyed this story as much as i enjoyed writing it

~ yna

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anonymous asked:

prompt idea: 1st year Isak meeting 3rd year Even before Isak came out, and Even kissed Mikael? Just to see how they would interact with each other?

oh my gosh this is adorable. I hope I do it justice <3 

“That was amazing, wasn’t that amazing? don’t even try to tell me that wasn’t amazing.” Jonas gushed as they walked out into the cinema lobby together after watching the new star wars movie. 

Isak smiled brightly at his best friend, his eyes twinkling as he watched the excitement make his face glow with sheer happiness. He nodded “Yeah it was amazing.” 

to be honest Isak couldn’t remember much of the movie, but he remembered giggling with Jonas during the funny parts, and hearing him gasp when the action blew up, he remembered what it felt like when the lights went down and he could imagine that it was just him and Jonas and no one else.

“Holy shit that was incredible!” Eva screeched wrapping her arm around Jonas and kissing him on the cheek. 

but more than anything Isak remembered Eva sitting between them, reminding him the reality that will always be there when the lights come back on. 

“actually I was gonna say amazing” Jonas smiled, pulling her in for a kiss. 

Isak’s chest tightened and he told himself, it didn’t mean anything. he didn’t care. 

but he did. 

he always did. 

“so guys…pizza?” he asked trying to get their attention. 

trying to get any attention. 

“actually I was having a craving for burgers, how about we-” Jonas’s voice was drowned out suddenly by a group of boys walking past them laughing at something one of them said. 

“I am serious though, where is the originality these days?” an extremely tall boy wearing a baseball cap talked so passionately Isak couldn’t help but notice and listen. “the entire thing felt like a rewind of everything we’ve seen: watch rinse repeat. What happened to something unique and real with a construct that isn’t-” 

“I swear to god Even if you try to ruin star wars-” a dark haired boy cut him off, as the group hummed in agreement. 

“I’m not ruining anything- i’m just saying can you imagine if they tried that technique we learnt last week where- 

Suddenly Isak felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked up to see Jonas frowning and shaking his head. 

“ugh don’t you just hate pretentious film nerds?”

Isak looked off where he saw the boys walking away, and was surprised to notice the pretentious film nerd looking back. It was for a split second. But Isak was sure, that he saw him…or maybe he didn’t. 

Isak tried to shake the thought out of his head. He was a mess. What was wrong with him. Why could he not see a single attractive guy without- 

he looked up at Jonas and laughed lightly “yeah, so food?” 


They sat down in a booth, grateful for once that Eva was here and wanting of pizza so Isak could satisfy his pizza craving. 

Jonas and Eva cuddled together as they tried to decide what pizza they wanted, Isak tried hard to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach, while pushing away the movie boy. 

ugh the movie boy. 

Isak couldn’t believe how ridiculous he was being. Why was he like this? 

it seemed like a simple question. on the surface it seems like something not very harmful.

but the truth was that question kept Isak up at night so often he doesn’t even remember what a good nights sleep is anymore. he spends hours thinking, questioning, asking, why why why he couldn’t just be like everyone else. 

why he couldn’t just-

not feel what he is too afraid to admit he feels. 

Isak was a mess, but he tried to ignore it. He tried, because if he did, nothing is ruined and he can pretend that it’s not there. 

it doesn’t exist.

Isak nominates himself to order the pizza just to get a break from the third wheeling for two fucking minutes. Just two minutes of being able to breathe. of being able to forget about seeing his two best friends…together. 

when he got to the counter he noticed someone already being served, so he waited, letting his thoughts drift. 

and then a familiar song started to play, and he began singing involuntarily. A smile creeping on his face, as the world turned into a calm safe ocean around him. 

“ba bee da buh” he mumbled the first bit until words he remembered played and he sung louder, tapping his fingers on the counter. “I tried to be chill but you’re so hot I melted, I fell right through the cracks, And now I’m trying to get baaaaaack” 

suddenly he heard a soft laugh from behind him. Isak nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw movie boy staring at him with a warm smile on his face. 

“Halla” Isak smiled. He couldn’t help it. This boy was pretty…and smiling at him? 

“I love this song too” movie boy replied before singing the hook right in front of Isak “But I won’t hesitate No more, no more. It cannot wait, I’m yooours.” he raised his hand up and dramatically swung it around with the beat of the song. 

Isak could feel himself blushing a deep red and he was still grinning widely at this strange boy practically serenading his favourite song to him in a pizza parlour. 

movie boy raised his eyebrows “i’m Even by the way” 

“Isak” he looked at the ground shyly, his hand unconsciously resting on his neck as he giggled nervously at Even the movie boy. 

Even giggled back, there was something about his laugh that lit a fire within Isak. He could feel himself melting just from watching the way the boys eyes crinkled up, and the sun materialised out of thin air just from a random teenage boys smile. 

How could Isak even remember to breathe? 

“I have never seen you at bakka…you don’t go to bakka do you? I would have seen you” Even stated nodding proudly at his detective skills “see I know things” 

Isak rolled his eyes “oh yeah you are very clever bakka boy. hmm this actually explains a lot.” 

Even perked up in surprise, his eyebrows practically hitting his hairline. “oh does it now?” 

Isak laughed “mmhmm I heard you were all snobby arty wannabe types.” 

Even faked gasped like a drama queen “ugh excuse me…okay hmm lets see…test time.” 

“Test time?” Isak asked, laughter not dying down anytime soon. 

“yep, tell me, what did you think of the movie?” 

Even leant his head forward so the baseball cap created a shadow on his face that made his emotions ambiguous. it sent shivers up Isak’s spine. 

Isak straightened up smugly “I loved it” he said daringly with a twinkle in his eye. 

“you loved it? hmm”

Isak nodded “I liked the robot.” 

Even scoffed “the robot. THE ROBOT! oh wow” 

“what? what’s wrong with the robot?” 

“okay first of all, there is no way any star wars fan would call BB-8 a robot” 

“your being a snobby arty wannabe again” Isak pointed out. 

Even smiled shaking his head “you are something else Isak.” 

Isak tried really hard not to turn into a mess right then and there. he really really tried. his heart was beating against his chest, his cheeks were hurting from smiling so much, and he could feel this warm fluffy feeling in his stomach that was causing all the smiling. 

how could he still stand? 

suddenly the waitress asked him what his order was and he reluctantly removed his attention away from Even the movie boy to order their pizzas. 

after writing it down the girl looked at him “Chilli?” 

Isak nodded and opened his mouth to say 

“always chilli”

he turned around shocked to hear the words taken from his mouth and smiled at Even “yeah always chilli” he said. the girl took his order and walked away. 

Isak and Even stood there for a moment just staring at each other in awe. Isak wasn’t sure what Even the movie boy was thinking, but all he could feel was this feeling, this notion of “who are you and where have you been” 

Even opened his mouth to say something, but before he could someone from his table called him over. 

Even looked back “i’m coming!” he shouted and then looked at Isak in slight disappointment. “I gotta go” 

Isak nodded and tried to hide the overwhelming sadness he felt at that simple phrase. he hated himself for feeling it because this guy was a mere stranger right? but somehow he didn’t want him to leave just yet. being around him set his heart on power speed, made his cheeks turn pink, and caused him to smile like an idiot; but still he wanted more. 

Even turned to leave but then stopped, he walked closer to Isak and gave him his phone. 

“here, can I have your number? I mean so I could somehow prove to you why i’m not a snobby arty wannabe” 

Isak smiled “you’re not?” he asked as he took his phone and put his number in. 

“Nah i’m not a wannabe, just an artsy snob.” he winked before taking his phone back and walking away, waving at Isak right before walking out the door with his friends. 

“what took you so long?” Jonas asked when he sat back down. 

“who was that guy?” Eva questioned, looking where Even just left. 

Isak smiled and waved her question off “oh you know, just some movie nerd.” 

He looked down at his phone that had one new message from an unknown number. 

Unknown:

even though your taste in films is questionable, your taste in music is not. - Even

Isak grinned before typing in the new contact name. 

“Even the movie boy” 

Promise? [c.m x reader]

Requested? yes! 

anon -“Heyo im in a Bad Place™ if requests are cool w you can I ask for smth with Connor x reader where the readers depressed/anxious/suicidal?”

anon- “where Connor calms down the reader after she freaks out?”

Warnings: depressed reader, anxious reader, angst

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EXO: their child (3-4) asks if he's really their father

Xiumin:  he’d crouch down and place them in his lap, unsure of what to say bc he’s pretty sure his heart just shattered into a million pieces. So many questions and thoughts were swimming in his head, and he wasn’t sure if his child was joking or not, but they seemed to be tearing up as he looks at them and cradles their head in his chest. “Baby…of course I’m your father, who else would it be? I know I’m always gone, but it’s because daddy is always busy and needs to keep everyone happy…you know that, don’t you?”

Suho:  immediately drops everything and stares at your child. He’s so confused yet heartbroken, he never suspected your baby had any doubts about who he was to them. He really thought he was a great father figure, and now his hopes and dreams have been crushed by that simple question. He’d realize how frequently he was gone, and he’d figure out that if he didn’t do something to change that, he might eventually become estranged from his precious baby. “Daddy loves you and mommy more than the whole word, I’m sorry I’m not home some days, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Lay:  he’s actually known this day would come, and he’s been dreading it. He’d nod his head to himself in understanding, and pull your baby to lay down with him as he plays with their little hands, and assures them he’s their father “You have no idea how sad it makes me to leave you and mommy, but sometimes I have to, love. Daddy doesn’t want to disappoint anyone, but he doesn’t want you to grow up without him. I’ll tell you what, we’ll all take this weekend off and go wherever you want, hm?”

Baekhyun:  first, he’d think of this as a joke and laugh. But seeing your child’s curious face, he’d freeze and mentally crumble. He’s freaking out and stumbling over his words as he tries to explain that there couldn’t possibly be anyone else, and he’s their one and only father. This would certainly haunt him for a while, and he’d think about this every time he needs to leave for a few weeks. He’d make sure to have more contact with them, despite his busy schedule, and cancel plans sometimes to attend every single important event in his child’s life.

Chen:  "of course I am, how do you think you look as good as you do? You inherited the good genes from me, don’t believe what mama tells you.“ Despite the joking and laughs, he can’t have his child see him cry and break down. He’s so upset by this, and makes sure to bring this up when you two are alone. He’d cry into your arms, wondering where he went wrong and what he could’ve done to make his baby think otherwise. He’d assert himself even more so into your child’s life, and tries as best as he can to drop them off and pick them up from school so everyone could see how good of a father he is.

Chanyeol:  he’d be the most bothered and hurt out of them all. His child was his life, and the fact that they’re wondering if he’s their true father would destroy him. He doesn’t care if they see him crying, he’d try his best to explain to them that even though he’s gone a lot, he’s still their father and that he loves them more than anything. “This breaks my heart that you say things like that, you know daddy loves you, right? No one else could have that role other than me, no one.”

D.O.:  he’s dead serious as he tries to figure out what to say, and what would make sense to their ears. He doesn’t want to hurt them by saying his work comes as a priority sometimes, but he doesn’t want to lie and make promises that he knows he won’t be able to keep. “Sweetheart, of course I am. If you’re ever sad or angry at papa, you can just tell mommy and she’ll kick my butt, okay? You know, she’s such a strong person, for always taking care of you and loving you twice as much when I’m not here.”

Kai:  he’d break down as soon as the question leaves your child’s lips. He’d pick them up in his arms, and ask if they’re serious and not just joking with him. He’d nod his head and tries to make a comprehensible sentence, but struggling so hard bc this made him very emotional and regretful that he hasn’t been there when he needed to be. “You really think I’m not your father? That makes me really sad, you know…I hope you know I love you very very very much, and daddy is gonna try and stay home more often from now on, alright?”

Sehun:  "Baby, you know I wouldn’t let any other man get close to your mom. Who else would be your father?“ This makes him very upset, despite him smiling at your child and reassuring them for the millionth time. He knows how important his job is, but he can’t help but feel like he’s neglecting his family for something that seems so unimportant compared to them. He’d tell you about this if it happened again, and asks if you both could sit down and have a talk with your child, hopefully making them understand that he’s their father, despite being gone often.

Originally posted by wooyoung

Dear parents


You gave birth to me but you’ve took
away my will to live, you have no right
to abuse me physically or mentally but
you did it anyway. You have no right to
make me feel worthless but you’ve won
and now looking in the mirror has become
painful. You use me as if I’m a toy without
feelings, you’ve managed to take away any
hope I had left. Any tear I shed is because
of you, you’re the reason behind all my pain.
“It’s for your own good” They say. Little do
they know by doing so they’ve crushed my
very soul. There’s a million things I could say
but nothing will make it okay. They’ve broke me.

—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #26
Jenseternity / instagram

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to check and make sure your ok. Your last few posts about Liuis gaslighting fans and targeting Larries makes me so sad. I've always seen you as such a supporter of his and if you're questioning him well that says a lot about the effect of their promo.

I’m okay.  

People get very emotional after days like today and I’m no exception. But my “emotional” tends to come across very distant and impersonal, it’s just how I am (unless I’m angry, that’s another ball of wax).

So the few posts I’ve made about this stuff today were just me bluntly saying what I see: The actual words from his mouth were hurtful to a number of his fans. How anyone can dispute that is beyond me.

At the same time I’m asking the questions: Why?  What’s the purpose? What is the end goal of this? Why now after all these years? Why now when he’s depending so heavily on the fans these words hurt the most to promote his music?

And I don’t have good answers. There are a number of theories floating around, but they all contradict each other at some level.

The only workable one, for me, is that they’re setting up the end of babygate. But I have literally been saying that for 2 years. I’m getting tired of hearing myself repeat it.

I usually bounce back from these hits, and I expect to do so again after this one, but the simple fact is that every time I bounce back, I end up landing further and further away from them both.

I believe in Louis (and Harry) and I believe I have a solid idea of who he is as a human being, which is truly stellar. But what I don’t know is how far he’ll go to get something he wants. So this isn’t about Louis and his feelings, this is about how it feels being a fan of his sometimes.

Nothing they do or say will make me change my mind about he and Harry, but things that they do and say can make me change my mind about how long I want to continue taking hits just for being a fan.

Patience Ch. 1

Also posted on ao3

Pairing: Som.va

Words: ~ 1,479

Rating: Mature

Summary: 

Every time Sombra tries to get more intimate with Hana, Hana gets nervous and backs out. She certaainly doesn’t want Hana to do anything she’s not comfortable with, but is getting more and more worried that her girlfriend’s hesitation might have something to do with herself.

or
Hana is demisexual, Sombra is supportive and patient.


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