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anonymous asked:

What if trini could longboard and everybody finds out and they expect her to be all hardcore about it but then she shows them her skills and she's really smooth and elegant (see hyo_joo on Instagram for reference) and everybody is SHOOK

Not gonna lie to you but I actually had a skater!Trini on my list of ideas and I got so excited when I got this ask because it finally gave me motivation to write. Also, your prompt is so much better than my original idea! Thanks for sending this! Last thing, I love Hyo Joo so much, I’ve been following her for a long time!

Summary: Basically Trini is smooth af on the longboard

Rating: G

Tags: Nothing really, bunch of fluff. 

Visual reference: Hyo Joo (she’s so amazing)

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“Miss Gomez, no skateboarding at the halls!” A booming sound from a teacher made its way through the halls and all eyes were suddenly on the small girl with two Krispy Kreme coffees on her hand and a small bag of donuts hanging by her mouth, the bag being bitten by her teeth. Trini puts a foot down on the ground, slowly stopping her accelerated motion.

“Sorry, won’t happen again” Trini says in a small voice, balanced the two coffees in her arm then picks up her longboard in between her body and arm to grab the other coffee.

The coffee was quickly snatched out of her hand by girlfriend who bites her lip.

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anonymous asked:

Let us fill the gruvia tag with some positivity. What are your top 5 gruvia moments?

It’s the school holidays somewhere isn’t it. I like the idea anon! Let’s spread love and positivity for Gruvia :)) Thanks for sending the ask ^^

5 - Gray stopping the rain/their first meeting

I love that Gray had such a big impact on Juvia. She was blushing and FEELZ everywhere, she is precious. Then the moment she sees the sun is when her heart is forever with Gray Fullbuster, ahhh! I started rooting for her since, so you could say I’m complete Gruvia trash, honestly.

Gray was pretty in the zone of “saving nakama” and they were battling sure, but he was also very confused over her actions. Despite that he said he wouldn’t go easy on her, he was still respectable.

For any ship, I always love where and how it all started. Anime episode 25 and 26 have a special place in my heart, as are manga chapters 56 and 57 :)

4 - Gray saving Juvia from Ultear in Tenrou

Like he told Ultear, he followed her because he was suspicious of how truthful she was. However, he made himself known when Juvia was at risk. Why?

We’ll probably never know unless Mashima treats us to a glorious Gray-POV of everything, which is highly unlikely.

3 - Gray’s flashback to Juvia in Tartarous (Ch. 392)

I love this moment for many reasons. One, he thought of Juvia, and Juvia is separate from the likes of Lucy, Erza and Wendy (by how she was separate and not included in the smaller panels). Two, this is the first time we know/see anything from Gray’s perspective on Juvia through his eyes. Three, the fact that he thought of her the moment he casted iced shell, a spell he knows he won’t come back from. Meaning he knows he means a lot to her, and thus knows she’ll be devastated if he was gone. Something that is showcased again in chapter 522, and in 522 she was among the likes of Ur, Natsu, and Silver, so the distinction that Juvia is special to him is made even clearer.

That said, 392 was the catalyst, so it’s why I didn’t include 522, haha.

I have a tough time deciding the final two moments.

It’s a toss between 416 and 499.

416 - because Juvia reached the decision that she can’t love Gray anymore, that she had hurt him too much. Not in a “yay, I’m glad she’ll be goners” way, but more of a, “you are honestly too precious and too good for this world”. She was ready to give up her feelings for him, was ready for him to hate her and lash out at her. Can you imagine how much courage she’d have to have had in order to say this to him? IN PERSON?



I won’t even get into how great the panels were placed during this scene, the anticipation and tension was well-built, and the fact that it was snowing added a touch of romance to it all. Their moment in 416 was great and all the things I could ever ask for and more.

I was also new to the FT Tumblr fandom back when this was released. I spazzed like nobody’s business when JUST THIS PICTURE ABOVE was spoiled, fangirled like crazy when the full chapter came, and reblogged all the edits I could ever find of 416 after that, it was amazing.

499 - Everything about 499 hurt me. It was angst in the most beautifully tragic way possible, in a SHOUNEN manga of all places.

We expected Juvia to sacrifice herself, it’s how she is and has been her shtick, but for Gray to think and act on a similar train of thought? Sacrifice himself for her? WHOA. If this isn’t the most tragically beautiful way of showing love for one another, I don’t know what I can say to convince anyone otherwise.

Just about everything Gray does and says in 499 made it clear that Juvia is special to him. He loves her but couldn’t tell her in time. His world falls apart and he rages at the man who “killed” her. JUST. ALL. THE. FEELINGS!!!

Honourable mentions:

GMG unison raid - I love the eye sex stares they shared! I loved that Gray initiated and encouraged her. Their unison raid moment was all about teamwork and just how compatible they are, in terms of fighting and magic. (If it weren’t obvious already) Then them STILL holding hands later, ohohoho.

413 Days - a whole omake dedicated to my OTP, the animated episode released on VALENTINE’S DAY. I couldn’t ask for more.

“I’m here with you” and 453 balcony scene - I’m a cheater and I know it, lmao. Oh man, how could I forget about these two moments!? For “I”m here with you”, it’s a very intimate moment, but said with so few words!?!?!?!?! HOW U DO THIS GRAY GAWD. I love that Gray said he is with her, rather than a very general statement along the lines of “nakama”… There’s a difference and I think it started here, or much earlier, I’m not sure.

Then 453, Gray is so honest!?!?!?! He is so frank and chill talking about his feelings!?!?! I LOVE THIS. I loved that Juvia is the person who brought out this side of him. I love that he’s like this WHEN IT’S HIM AND HER. And then him being flirty with Juvia?!?!?!?!? JUST!?!?!? *dies*

I chose to put these two together because both are rare insights into a very different Gray. Gray with Juvia is different from Gray when he’s with his friends.

Silver’s “take care of Gray” - as I mentioned in my shounen tropes meta, it’s everything that solidifies that Gruvia will happen, and it’s the Silver Fullbuster stamp of approval, no doubt about it. and I just really wanted to include Silver somewhere in this ok

Avatar/One-year timeskip - six months living together - A GOLDMINE OF HEADCANONS AND FANFICTION AHOY. Just what is Mashima thinking wasting opportunities NOT doing an omake or flashback to this!?!?! UUUGGGGHHHHHHH. There are so many things!

I cheated and this is actually a top 10 and not top 5, lmao. They have so many moments. So, so many.

A/N: I got this template from tenseoyong and I could not find the original creator to give proper credit to.

Request Regulations (Request Box is Open~~~)

A = Announcement.- How do you tell him and the world that you’re expecting?

You told Suga as soon as you found out, literally. You had just taken the pregnancy test and the results were in your hand as he walked through the door. He was a bit confused because that was the first thing that happened when he came home and it had absolutely no context but he lifted you up and spun you around while kissing your cheeks and cheering. You two eventually told the members and they encouraged you to keep it under wraps until the next comeback so they could announce both at the same time, Of course it sounded like a good idea then but fans were a bit upset that you waited to tell them and that they would’ve sent their good wishes sooner if they knew.

B = Books.- Did he read the books?

He thinks he doesn’t need books to teach him how to parent. He knows what mistakes to avoid from personal experience and he feels as if he’s learned enough through his years to guide his child through life as best as he possibly can.

C = Cuddles.- Who cuddles the baby more?

He’d never admit it to anyone else but you. He’s so soft for both you and your child together, when in public he tries to keep up his cold facade but of the baby starts crying he’s the first to cradle them in his arms and coo them to sleep or to a calmer state. Fans go crazy for that kind of stuff and Suga knows it too, sometimes bringing his son or daughter to fan meets to show off his family.

D = Daddy.- His reaction to being called Daddy and it setting in.

Suga wouldn’t like being called daddy by fans because he may think it’s weird (but we all do it don’t lie we all read those smuts) but when he’s officially a father and people are like, “Whoa the baby looks like their father!” He holds a straight face but on the inside he’s fanboying and patting himself on the back. When you guys go home he’ll burst into a jittery speech and go on and on about what nice things people said because he still can’t process that he is a father and in charge of a human life for 18 years and more.

E = Empty.- Who goes to the store when you guys run out of supplies?

He’s still the sleepy grandpa we all know so he’ll try to get out of grocery shopping as much as possible in order to not carry it all home and put it away. If you ask him to do it because you need rest he won’t make you go out, instead he’ll call V or maybe Jimin because let’s admit they’d be the most excited to be Uncles.

F = Feeding time- Who does feeding time?

Suga wants quality time with his child as much as possible since work is so unpredictable so he’ll gladly hold his baby against his chest while he sits on the couch or a rocking chair to feed them their bottle. When you guys are at the stage where you introduce baby food and your child thinks their feeding time means playtime guess who’s wearing Jungkook’s white shirt after the maknae wakes Suga up from a nap a week later.

G = Grumpy baby. - Who is better at dealing with a grumpy baby?

Ok so Suga is just as grumpy as his child, wonder where the baby got that from. So you’ll have to be the one dealing with two grumpy babies.

H = How?- how many kids does he want?

Suga is a pretty simple man in my opinion so I could see him being happy with just one child. If in the future you wind up pregnant again he’ll be just as happy to have a new member of the family and that his firstborn would be a big sibling.

Jokes.- best dad joke?

Why couldn’t the string quartet find their composer? He was Haydn.

K = Kisses.- His favorite place to kiss the baby.

Their puffy cheeks!! His baby giggles when anyone touches their face so Suga would take every chance he could to make his baby smile.

L = Little.- How he feels when he holds the baby for the first time.

The day they were born was hectic, Suga was called into work early in the morning despite taking a vacation at the final weeks of your third trimester but it was a work emergency. Since there was no tell tale sign of you going into labor anytime soon he kissed you goodbye and left a note saying he’d be right back. By lunch your water had broke and you called an Ambulance to take you to the hospital. You had no idea why you were going into labor so quickly but you had no other choice really, the baby was coming and they weren’t slowing down because the father wasn’t there yet. You asked the doctor to call Suga and within the hour he was by your side and you were halfway through birth, tears going down your face because you thought he wasn’t going to be there in time. A while later the doctors cleaned your baby and handed them to the father, you had said you were too tired and wanted to rest before holding your baby. Suga pulled a chair up as close as he could to your bedside and observed the living being in his arms. They were so tiny, so perfect. He had been a bit protective of you through the pregnancy, keeping you from moving around too much, cooking for you so you didn’t get burned. All of those things you both did for your baby and now they were here. Would he be able to keep them safe? Would they live a happy life and achieve their dreams? When times are sad would he be able to comfort them? Could he be a good dad? These were the questions Suga asked himself while his child fell asleep in his arms, his eyes would well up but he blinked the tears away and refused to cry in the presence of something he was so grateful for.

M = Mommy.- what does he call you?

He called you “babe” in your relationship and that doesn’t change now that a baby is there.

N = Nappies.- who deals with the really bad diapers?

.He’d be confident that he could do it after he got used to the smell but as things progressively get smellier he is adamant to get you to do it. He’ll make up for it by cleaning the not so bad diapers as often as he could and doing house chores when you asked him to.

O = Onesies- Who likes to dress the baby in ridiculous outfits?

It’s very unlikely Suga would want to, his baby looks so much like him that people can tell he’s the baby’s father. But you on the other hand would force him to wear the outfit you bought, and to change the baby into the mini version of the same outfit. That is if you were into that kind of thing.

P = Pet names- names he calls the baby.

He says “baby boy/girl” “mini min” or “sweetheart” and sometimes “little man/ princess” depending on the baby’s gender.

Q = Questions.- How many questions does he ask the nurse?

Suga doesn’t ask anything because he’s Min Genius and thinks he knows everything but he automatically regrets it when the baby cries at one in the morning and neither of you can find out why.

R = Rely- what is the biggest thing you rely on each other for?

Clearly he’d rely on you to take the night shift with the baby but you’d have faith in him to make his priority the family you have make with each other. Yes music was his career and his dream as well but you didn’t want to feel like you were the only one raising the baby and he knew that and accommodated to that.

S = Sleep duty. - who gets up when it’s really late at night?

You do now good luck trying to get him to do it.

T = Trepidation.- fears as a new parent.

Suga is more afraid of the far future rather than the few years ahead of you. He wants to make sure his son or daughter is stable mentally, physically, and financially while taking all of the challenges life throws at them with a smile on their face.

U = Ultra sounds.- His reactions to the ultrasounds.

He probably would cry at the first ultrasound because that’ll be the first time reality slaps him in the face and he’s just so damn joyful. He’d make copies of the ultrasound and give one to his parents, yours, the other BTS members, and anyone who wanted to see. Of course the originals are in your and his care, one of the pictures is in his studio and it’s the same as the album cover of his next mixtape.

V = Values.- what is the most important value he wants to teach your child.

Honestly he just wants his child to be a better person then he is so he’ll tell his child about his past and his struggles early on in their life so they grow up knowing that their father made his way to the top with hard work and a strong mindset and if they wanted to get anywhere in life they had to do the same. He would also want his child to be appreciative for all of the little things because even something small can do something big.

W = Water.- Who gives the babe the baths?

Eh you’ll take turns, mainly it’ll depend on who’s less tired or who volunteers to do it.

X = X-mas- what do you guys plan for the holidays?

Holidays are the one time he doesn’t work now that there’s a baby around. He doesn’t go to work, won’t write or compose at home, none of it. Only you and the baby, that’s all he cares about. He’ll do whatever you want him to do as long as he gets to be with those he loves he’s content.

Y = Yelling.- How many fights do the two of you get in?

You guys would be too tired to put so much energy into yelling. If there was an argument you’d hardly call it that because you two would calmy speak your minds and come up with a solution.

Z = Zoo- How crazy is the house after the birth?

Suga would like to keep his home as stress free as possible so he and you are on top of cleaning while you are doing something and paying bills online while the baby is taking a nap. Things are actually pretty chill once you get into a routine.


Jimin Scenario : S/O being attacked by jealous Army

Sypnosis : Jimin decides to reveal you to the world as his girlfriend. However, soon, haters start attacking you throughout all your sns. 

It haven’t been too long ago that your boyfriend, Chimchim had decided to make your relationship public. You had mixed feeling about this, as at first, you felt really exited, as you didn´t had to keep hiding anymore, not being able to hang out in public, could not tell anybody about him, or post anything about him at your sns. But, the worst thing of all was to having to see him with other female idols, not that you were the jealous type that didn´t want any girl around him in a ratio of 5km, but you knew the way that these female idols tried to flirt with him at backstage programs, or in variety programs where the MCs constantly teased him with other girls, making him hug them, or have emotional moments.

 But in the moment in where he told you his desition, you finally realised that the fact that making this relationship public could affect his carrer, as you knew that many of his fans secretly hoped to have an opportunity with him … you also were one of them, until it did happened. You told him this, but he reassured you, telling you that it was okay. Big Hit had showed a lot of support into your relationship, and gave him the opportunity to Kimin to tell it at his fansign that was taking place today. 

 You closed the door of the apartment you shared with Jimin, as you returned from university, you had an essay due tomorrow, and you haven’t even begin it, you always lived to the limit. Jimin should be arriving in some hours, as he had to go to a group meeting with their PD Bang Shi Hyuk, regarding their promotions. 


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anonymous asked:

Some first time stuff?????like sexy times??

Oooh boy
1. JD is honestly so confused because like?? It’s two AM and Veronica Sawyer, who he Loves, has just tumbled in through his window?
2. She seems to be angry. or sexually frustrated. He’s not sure which. Probably both.
3. He’s really nervous because he’s never actually been sexually attracted to anyone except her and he wasn’t even sure if it was possible for him to feel aroused by anyone but then she climbs on top of him and he’s like wHOA
4. he gets really really emotional because no one?? Has ever actually showed him that kind of love??
5. He’s kind of surprised at how dominant she is but it takes him about 0.5 seconds to realize he l o v e s it
6. He’s really overwhelmed by m the crazy physical and emotional feelings he’s having and he’s kind of panicking but like in a good way??
7. When they’re done they cuddle like the world is ending and it’s super necessary because after all the shit that just went down he needs to snuggle her like really bad.
8. When he finds out it was her first time he’s really relived because it makes him feel less insecure and also he’s glad they were each other’s firsts 💃🏻
9. Veronica is a badass because somehow even tho it was her first time she felt no pain?? Or she just pushed through it like a motherfucker
10. Veronica is extremely pleased with how she made JD scream (tho who are we kidding she was too) and looks forward to many more opportunities to hear that

college boyfriend!shownu;

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

  • for this and this request :)
  • legend has it that if you are shown a picture of son hyunwoo smiling you will cry. for hours on end. never ending. omg he’s so beautiful
  • okay hyunwoo??? right here???? he’s the best boyfriend in the world hands down

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In This House There Are Ghosts Still Living-A Who Killed Markiplier Fanmix

listen here  (for some reason song #11 no longer works so here X is a separate link to that one)

1) Ordinary World-What has happened to me? Crazy some would say//Where is my friend when I need you most? Gone away
2)The Sound Of Silence- Hello darkness, my old friend//I’ve come to talk with you again
3) Silent Night- I found some hate for you, just for show//You found some love for me, thinking I’d go.
4) Dead Hearts- Did you see the closing window?//Did you hear the slamming door?
5) Glass House- There’s a war between who we are//And who we make-believe
6) Human- That even in the dark//There’s lines between the spaces//Hiding where you are
 start//end- What are we doing?//Let’s go home//There’s no hope//It’s all wrong
8) Sober II (Melodrama)- They’ll talk about us, all the lovers//How we kiss and kill each other
9) Let Them In- I shouldn’t give in, but I let you win//I let you in
10) Skeletons-(no words)
11) In The Woods Somewhere- An awful noise//Filled the air//I heard a scream//In the woods somewhere
12) Cringe- She said my spirit doesn’t move like it did before//She said that I don’t look like me no more no more
13) The Valley- Now there’s fire burning in the valley//Do you think you’ll ever end up happy? 

Gonna tag some people I think might like this

@satanicshamrock  @kellyplier @markired @lum1natrix @angelsean

B l u e   H o l e

Requested: Nope

Member: Min Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, implied smut, heavy angst

Word Count: 8,420

Warnings: This story contains mentions of death, suicide, and abuse. If you aren’t comfortable with these subjects, you should not read it.

A/N: Okay, so this story is based off of one of my favorite books, titled “All the Bright Places,” by Jennifer Niven. I started crying while writing this, so it’ll probably spark up some kind of emotion in you. Thanks for reading Lovelies~

      Is today a nice day to die?

That question, that seven word question, is one I, (Y/N) (L/N), ask myself every single day that I live. So far, as you can see, the answer has turned out to be no. Or, rather than no, it would be “maybe, but let’s just push ourselves to get through one more miserable day in this hellhole, and see what happens next.” And I’ll never know, maybe I’ll go out with a bang, dying from something in a crowd, or silently passing in my sleep. Life is full of mysteries, and death is the only one that I care to think about daily.

      Will today be the day?

      And if not today - when?

Also a few other questions I ask myself on the daily, including today. The thoughts swirl around in my head, as I stand on the narrow ledge of my high school, watching the oblivious passerby that look like simple ants. I feel like I’m one with the sky, I’m so high up. I could just let the wind drift me down to the ground, I would make Marry Poppins look bad. I don’t really remember how I got up here - as well as what happened before this winter. It always turns out like this, my memories vanishing into thin air, only the smallest fragments being left behind, but never enough for me to put them together piece by piece. That’s what happens when I fall Asleep. Not necessarily as in the body function of sleeping, but something else. Here, allow me to explain.

      To be Asleep is to be dead. Not physically, but emotionally, as well as mentally. Think of it as being someone who has no emotions, no path in life. A living, breathing, human zombie. You cannot feel any pain, you cannot love anyone, you cannot hate anyone. You’ve basically gone brain dead. But, after what seems like a lifetime, you’ll become Awake again, without any memories of what the hell had just happened to you. Anyways, enough about being Asleep, and back to what actually happened this fine day.

      “Ladies and gentlemen. Is today the day? Is today the day where I end my life, with all of you here to witness this great show?” My speech only brought the common mumbles from the other students from below, the normal, “Go ahead, we won’t miss you”, “Get your crazy ass down from there before you hurt someone”, and the all too familiar: “You act like any of us care.” But, then came a few proclamations that you hadn’t heard before - “Wait, is that Yoongi?”, “What’s he doing up there?”, “He’s probably gonna talk her down. Poor guy, he thinks that she actually matters.” And that’s when you saw him.

      The Min Yoongi, standing on the other side of the bell tower, staring blankly at the ground.

      “Whoa there, hey, boy, are you okay?” Only when he turned did I see that look in his eyes, the look to end his life. I knew that look. I saw it staring back at me every day in the mirror. Shit. Good boys shouldn’t want to kill themselves, that’s my job. “H-hey, don’t worry, everything’s gonna be fine. Okay? Just step away from the ledge. I won’t hurt you, you’ll be okay, come here. We’ll get you down safe. Alright?” And then, the realization sunk into him, and I saw the look of pure horror on his face. The look that said, I don’t know how I got up here, I don’t know what I was thinking, but please, please, just help me. So that’s what I did. “Here, swing your leg back over the railing, and grab onto the bell. The ledge is too thin for you, come, it’ll be okay.” He moved in probably the most ungraceful way I could’ve ever seen, but I saw all the beauty that was held beneath this boy’s cold exterior, hidden under his head of mint hair, and buried deep underneath the left side of his black leather jacket. Maybe death wasn’t the only thing I loved. After he was safely behind the railing, a few claps came from the ground, and as I peered over the ledge, I was only met with the piercing and judgmental gazes of the other students and my principle, Mr. Wiele. I hate that man, that fat, stubby, ugly bald man. But, just gotta keep up my happy little facade and maybe I’ll be okay. Maybe. I swiftly jumped over the railing, to be met with the boy’s gaze, staring at me deeply.

      “A thank you would be appreciated, Yoongi.”

       “U-um, t-thanks… (Y/-”

       “(Y/N). But you can call me (L/N).” I beamed a smile at him, and I couldn’t possibly see how this boy was the confident, cool Yoongi you had always heard rumors about. “Well, you’d better get down there. Everyone thinks you saved me, because I just couldn’t get the wonderful title of being a hero. Go on, shoo. I’ll see you later.” Just then, my friend Charlie comes up. He has a darker complexion, and also gets laid more than anyone I know. But, then again, I don’t really know that many people.

       “They’re serving pizza today.” He says, as if I’m not eight stories above ground ready to kill myself. But, I’m not, because you shouldn’t kill yourself if there’s pizza in store for you. That’s just a rule. Well, not today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe never. Now isn’t the time, (Y/N). Not when you get to have pizza. I smiled, and looked over to a blank looking Yoongi.

      “Well, we’d better get going. See ya Minty.”

      “Oh yeah, (Y/N)? Mr. Hoarts wants to see you.” Ah shit. Maybe it should’ve been today. But there are a lot of people around, I’ll still have to wait.

      “Ugh, fine, let’s go. Bye Minty.” I offered a smile to Yoongi over my shoulder, only to be met with an empty gaze. So much for a thank you.

      “Do you think this is some kind of joke, (L/N)?” Mr. Hoarts’s voice seemed to bounce off the walls, and god, I hate his voice. It’s so annoying and whiny and ugh, he’s just terrible.

      “No, sir.”

      “Do you think your death is some kind of joke?”

      Yes. “No, sir.”

      “Do you think your family would be okay? And that they wouldn’t miss you?”

      They wouldn’t give a single shit, they’d probably be glad that I left their lives. These thoughts started racing through my head too, and soon it would be too much of a hassle to answer these questions because he knows that what I’m thinking is true, and he also knows that I know that he’s secretly reading these questions off of a pamphlet under his desk. “I’m sure they would miss me, sir.” A sigh left his lips. His ugly, hideous, disgustingly chapped lips. No wonder he’s single. He leans over the desk, his hands now crossed and setting on a few papers, which looked like forms for some depression pills, which, surprisingly, aren’t prescribed for me. But I guess I already have some. He was too close for comfort, even though there was quite a distance between us. If the distance isn’t the problem, maybe it’s the fucking garlic bagel he had for breakfast. God, did you just eat a full clove? Learn how to brush your damn teeth! You need a mint? I got some of those. Some gum? Got that too. Anything man, just please, you smell like a dog’s asshole.

      “(Y/N), you’re a good girl.” Ew. “You have a lot to live for, and you don’t need to squander it by making bad decisions, and you surely don’t need to end it. I care about you, kid.” Ew. Again. And, that’s also one of the biggest lies I’ve ever heard. That, and the fact that my dad loves me. That right there is pure bullshit. But so is this speech. “Don’t kill yourself. Okay?”

      “Yes, sir.” I hope he knows that’s the best answer he’s gonna get. Another sigh, and he leans back in his chair.

      “You’re free to go. I don’t wanna see you back in here for a long while, (L/N).”

      “Yes, sir.” And I left. He never once mentioned Yoongi, and I’m relieved.

       By lunch, the news that Min Yoongi had saved (Y/N) (L/N) from jumping off of the bell tower to her death was all around the entire school.. On my way to the cafeteria, coming from English Literature, I got caught up behind this group of girls who were talking about it. You know, the girls who talk really high-pitched, and at the end of every statement they say, their pitch raises just a bit more and makes it sound like a question. So, like, I heard she had a gun? And like, Yoongi had to wrestle it out of her hands? And, she was, like, about to shoot him? Okay, so apparently I’m all tragic and dangerous now. Oh yeah, I think. Totally.

       “So, tell me the scoop on the Yoongi dude.” I shove a piece of pizza into my mouth as I say that, looking over at Charlie and my other friend Violet expectantly.

      “Don’t you both have like, five classes together?”

      “What, do you think I actually talk to him? Today marks the first day he’s ever even glanced in my general direction, even if I did just talk him out of killing himself. He’s with the cool kids, right?” Their hums of approval urged me forward, realizing he’s had a few scarring incidents of his own. “Oh… wait, he was the one with the brother who got in a car crash, right? Last winter?” More hums. “Ahhhh… So I’m guessing today means something important to him, if he’s just now going to the ledge. Besides pizza, I mean. That’s important to everyone.” Now an eye roll from both of them. “Well if you two aren’t gonna be any help, I’ll just head to class early then.” I picked up all my shit and saluted to them both as I threw my trash away and sauntered out from the lunch hall.   

      I get to my U.S. Geography classroom, feeling some emotions, like power, excitement, invincibility, and strangely, exhilaration, as if I just escaped, well, death. I look around, and no one is paying attention to me, nor our teacher Mr. Scizer, who is literally the largest man I have ever laid my eyes on. He has a beet red face, that makes him look like he’s always on the verge of having a heatstroke or a heart attack. Which, he probably is. And his has this wheeze when he talks, and even when he breathes. 

      We’re doing some sort of “Exploring Indiana” unit, where students have to actually get off of their lazy asses and get out of their houses for once. It was also a way for kids to, “Learn more about our glorious state and discover all of the beautiful things it holds.” A quote from Mr. Scizer, except without the wheezing and breathy pauses he had to take. No joke.

      A noise somewhere across the room stops his speech, possibly the sound of a boy dropping his book on the floor. He bends down to pick it up, which then upsets the rest of his books and causing them all to tumble to the ground. A quiet, “Goddamn it,” leaves the boy’s lips as he grabs everything from the floor. This is all followed by laughter, because we’re in high school, and apparently this shit is supposed to be funny. The boy who dropped his books is Min Yoongi, as in the one I saved from plummeting to his death on the bell tower. I can see the slight glimmer of annoyance in his dark chocolate orbs. Not the, ‘You-are-all-so-damn-annoying-and-I’m-about-to-just-walk-out’ kind, but more like the ‘I’m-about-to-die-from-embarrassment-right-now-and-if-you-all-don’t-shut-the-hell-up-I-will-kill-you’ kind. I have felt this many times before, and, seeing as Yoongi is about one dropped pencil away from strangling someone, I knock one of my own books down. All eyes are on me. Leaning over to grab it, I purposely shove the others off my desk, followed by more laughter and the normal, “Nice job, freak” from the school’s biggest dick - Gage Raymond.

      “If you’re… Done… Miss (Y/N)… I would like… To… Continue.” I settle back into my chair, take a bow, and offer a wink and a smile to Yoongi. I see the slightest upturn of his lips, before he turns back to the front of the class, and I immediately feel so much better. 

      Mr. Scizer fixes his gaze on Yoongi, then on me, back to Yoongi, back to me, and finally, onto the blackboard behind him.  He picks up a piece of chalk and scribes out the words, “Wander the Wonders”. He’s really bad at titles.

      “As I… Was saying… You all need to… Wander around Indiana… In pairs as you… Discover the beauties… Of our state… Together.” He goes on to ramble about how we can choose wherever we would like to go, and however we would like to do it. We also have to try to find out ways they all relate, and we have to document the fact that we actually went there with videos and pictures, along with a ten page essay. “This assignment… Will be worth… Forty-five percent… Of your final grade.”

      I raise my hand.


      “Do we get to choose out partners?”


      “I choose Yoongi.”

      “You can both… Work that… Out… After class is… Dismissed.” After class it is then, I mouth to him. And he smiles. Again. I made him smile.

      As per usual, Gage Raymond blocks my way from getting out of this hellhole.

      Raymond says, “I’d better not catch you looking at me again.” I try not to laugh at this, because I know if I do, it’ll start a fistfight.

      “I wasn’t looking at you. Trust me, there are about a million other thing I would rather look at, including Mr. Scizer’s large, naked ass.”

      “Fag.” Breathe, (Y/N). Count. He isn’t worth the effort to kill. Just count. You’ll be fine. One, two, three… And that little voice inside my head was right. He wasn’t worth any kind of effort, especially the kind that would go into having to distract everyone, kill him silently, drag him off somewhere, and act innocent. Instead, I plastered this dumb, sweet smile on my face as I looked up at him and said,

      “I’m glad you know who you truly are.” And I walked out.

      At home, I jump onto my computer and do something I’ve never done - make a social media account. I create a Facebook name, post a profile pic, and go straight to Yoongi’s page. I send a friend request, and I wait. Then, a few minutes later, I’m suddenly engrossed in a conversation with him on where we should visit for the project, actually being accepted by someone for once in my life. 

      After skipping dinner, the conversation suddenly got a bit too deep.

Me: So, why exactly were you on the bell tower today?

Yoongi: Well, today would’ve been my brother’s 19th birthday. He always said some shit about how he was gonna wreck the whole town on this night, and he’d bring me with him.

Me: Oh, that makes a bit more sense. You just didn’t seem like the person who would want to.. Y’know… Kill themselves.

Yoongi: Well, what about you? Why were you up there??

Me: Oh, I was going to jump, but it was too public, too crowded, and it was probably gonna be too messy. Then I saw you, and I thought, “Oh shit, we don’t need the janitor working overtime.”

Yoongi: Shit, I’m sorry for asking…

Me: Nah, it’s fine Minty.

Yoongi: “MINTY”???


Yoongi: Oh my fucking god, you’re the only person I will ever let call me that.

Me: I feel honored, Sir Yoonglz.

Yoongi: oKAY, goodnight (N/N)


Yoongi: and sweet dreams to you too.

      And now, now that I’m still here, that I’m still alive, that I’m still Awake, I’m actually happy. Because I may have never fallen in love with this boy if I wasn’t. 

      “So not today,” I sing, “I won’t leave yet, because he smiled at me.”

      Yoongi and (Y/N)’s Rules for Wandering

  1. There are no rules. Life is one big rule as is.
  2. But, there are guidelines. (What? They sound less strict, okay?)

           a) No using phones or a GPS to get us there. All maps. (and the occasional civilian) 

           b) We alternate who chooses where we go, but we also have to just go with the flow of where the road takes us. But, no matter what, under any circumstance, can the spot be ordinary.

           c) At every spot, we have to leave something of ours behind, kinda like an offering. And, if we’d like, we can use it as an exchange, and take something with us from the spot.

      I clamber into my old pickup, better known as Combine, because this baby could plow through anything. It’s the middle of the night, and I step on the gas as hard as I can. And off I go. My foot is pressed down against the floor of the truck, the sudden urge to go faster hitting me like a bullet. Faster, and faster, and faster, I speed out of the town and fly down the gravel roads. The speedometer climbs up higher and higher, a joyous feeling as I see the needle shaking, and going to it’s furthest point. And then I let loose. I slow to a stop, and I turn around. Now I’m on my way to Yoongi’s house.

      I make it back there in about five minutes, and I park the truck halfway down the street so I don’t look too suspicious. As I come up to his house, I grab a few pebbles from the street and fling them at his window. After seeing no sign of him, I climbed up the vines and hopped through his window. That surely woke him up, because I immediately see him shoot up and pull out a hunting knife.

      “God fuckin- Shit, (Y/N)!  I was about to fucking stab you!” I fall onto the edge of his bed laughing and clutching my stomach, clawing at the fabric of my thin shirt. “Stop laughing!” I could hear how his smile was slowly spreading over his features, and lighting up his eyes as a quiet chuckle escaped his lips. 

      “I’m glad to know that I’m not the only one who has a knife at hand while they’re sleeping.” At this, a wide, adorable gummy smile pulls at his mouth, and I didn’t know any kind of disease or sickness that could possibly be more infectious than that damn smile.

      “That makes two of us. But anyways, what are you doing here?” I smiled again, and chucked a shirt and some sweatpants at him after noticing that he was completely naked, save for a pair of boxers that were loosely hanging around his waist. 

      “We are going wandering. Chop chop, leave a note or something, and off we go.” I threw some shoes and socks onto his bed, slipped into a sweatshirt of his, and quickly pulled him out of the window before he could tie his shoes. “Hurry up and climb, I’ll race ya to the truck!” With that, I bolted off down the street, sprinting in the middle of the road. Surprisingly, he caught up and and beat me to the truck. We both jumped in, and we sped off to my special place, my safe place, the Blue Hole.

      I could see his head turn to admire me, and I tried to hide the enormous grin that was bound to paint itself on my face. “So… Where exactly are we going?” Oh, I think, there’s the grin. I crank up the radio so the music carries its way out of the window, and I laugh when I look over to him. Who would’ve known that he could look so beautiful in the moonlight?

      I lean over and peck his cheek as I look back at the road ahead of us, Combine, my mind, and my heart, all racing at the same time. “The Blue Hole!!” I have to yell in order for him to hear me over the radio, but fuck, it feels so good to be able to yell. “It’s my safe spot, it’s like- Y’know what, you’ll see when we get there!!!” I smile over at him again, and it’s like the entire world only consists of us, this truck, and this road.

      We get there at the crack of dawn, the sunrise painting the sky in an array of vibrant colors, like violet, blue, orange, and various other shades. I turn over to Yoongi, smiling from ear to ear. “Okay, so this is the Blue Hole. It’s a quarry with on of those trenches in it, where if can be eight feet deep for one foot and then suddenly you’re sinking down into a hole of a deep blue abyss. So, I named it that because it’s kinda like a black hole, only with water, sucking you down deeper and deeper. So yeah, come on!!~” I put Combine in park, get out and slam the door shut, rip off my clothes, and dive in.

      “(Y/N), WAIT!!!!” I can hear Yoongi’s distressed cry even from how deep I am. I must be at least twenty feet down. I stay down there for around five or six minutes, seeing how long I could stay. I’m used to practicing at home, in the bath or just out of water. Being surrounded my the liquid made it all different. My lungs are screaming for air, trying to claw and grasp at the faintest molecule for any sign of relief. My eyelids are slowly drooping, and the light from the surface seems to be slowly fading. I swim up, up, up, to the point where I think this is all a dream, one repetitive motion, and I’ve really been Asleep this whole time. After what seems like an eternity, air gets sucked into my lungs as I gasp for it, trying to shake the black dots away that are littering my vision. I swim to the side where I can stand, and I look up to be crushed in a giant hug.

      “Y-you bitch… God… I-I thought you were dead… I though you left me…” His voice cracked as many times as possible, and I heard how broken he was. He cares for me, I thought. He missed me. He was worried. I slowly move my arms up, ignoring how my muscles were pleading for rest, feeling like sandbags were tied to my wrists. My fingers dance through his hair, closing my eyes to soak up this moment. He really does care. I squeeze my eyes shut and croak out, noticing how dry and harsh my voice sounded, knowing it would stay that way for a few days. 

      “… I-I’m so sorry, Yoongi…” I didn’t realize that I was crying until the salty liquid hit the corner of my lips. “I’m so, so sorr-” I couldn’t hear my voice anymore, but I could feel the soothing feeling of his lips on mine. He hoisted me up and carried me out of the water, my legs instantly wrapped around his waste as he walked back up the trail to Combine. I had already had a thick comforter in the flatbed, it being taped down from when I would drive off and spend days in my truck. He laid me down, instantly climbing between my legs as he slipped off the last pieces of clothing I had on. I had no idea what emotions really were before I met Min Yoongi.

      I laid in his arms, both of our gazes directed up to the clouds. My fingers absentmindedly ran up and down his arm, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. My heart was still calming down from what had just happened, because it happened with someone I love, and they love me back. I just couldn’t wrap my head around that fact. I felt like I could live forever - and for once in my miserable, useless, life, I don’t feel apposed to that idea. As long as I’m by his side.

      As we gathered our stuff and threw on our clothes, I held his shirt and smiled up at him. “I love you, Sir Minty Yoonglz.” His laugh reverberated throughout my being, his smile nothing compared to the sun beating down on us both.

      “I love you too, Miss (N/N).”

We decided that this would absolutely be a spot, so I threw a few historical coins into a tin from my truck, and Yoongi tossed his old necklace in with it. We buried the tin near the shore, and turned back to Combine. With one last kiss, we were both back on the road to what normal people would call, ‘home’. 

      We’re as far from normal as possible.

      “I’m home.” My voice rang through the house, my sister’s head poking out from the kitchen.

      “Good. We have to go to dad’s house tonight, remember?” God. Not him. He was a poor excuse for a human, even worse than myself. Fuck, he’d be a poor excuse for a damn rat.

      The words left my lips before I could process what I was saying. “Don’t call him that.” I’m lucky this was my sister, because we both believe that he shouldn’t even be on this planet. “You and I both know his status is lower than a damn gnat.” I sighed as she looked at  me with eyes that told me, yes, I know. He’s terrible. And I feel sorry for mom. I went up to my room, and lit up a cigarette as I changed into something. I shouldn’t even be putting any effort into this, I thought. He doesn’t deserve any effort. I decided on some black ripped jeans and some worn out black Chuck Taylors, keeping on Yoongi’s sweatshirt that I had almost forgot was on my torso.

      “(Y/N), let’s go!! Take your truck, I’ll head over now!” I looked toward the door and yelled back down to my sis.

      “Okay, don’t let him touch you.” I could hear her faint sigh as she grabbed her keys and walked out. I heard her car pull out from the driveway, and I turned to look at the picture on my desk. It was one of me, my sister, my mother, and what used to be my father, except for how I tore him off and burned him with a lighter. He left our family after abusing all of us, then finally saying that he’d already been cheating on our mother for six years prior. Then, my mom died in a car crash, and now it’s just me and my sis. I grabbed the frame and slammed it down onto my knee, shards of glass propelling all over my room. Why is he still alive? He shouldn’t be walking!

      After I got all of the glass out of my palms, and washed off all of the blood, I hopped into Combine and drove off to my “Father”s house. It really was a nice house, very expensive and very fancy. It was obvious he was in this relationship for the money. He married this really rich Daddy’s Girl, but she’s a surprisingly nice person. I have no idea how she’s dealt with him thus far, especially without getting a few broken bones from him. She’s probably scared, I think. I pull up and park my pickup in the driveway, hoping that the neighbors won’t have to call the cops again. Yet we all know just that will happen. 

      My fingers are prickling, like ten thousand needles all stabbing me at once, and I feel the need to wrap them around someone’s throat and just squeeze. I hop out and enter almost completely silent, a tactic I’ve used to get into Yoongi’s house in broad daylight. I offer Rhynna, the new wife, a nod, glare at her scrawny little boy, Tyler - who may or may not be that man’s, I still don’t think so - and I head downstairs to see my sis in the corner on her phone. My stature hardens instantaneously at the words that fall from the man’s mouth.

      “There’s my other girl.” Don’t. Fucking. Call. Me. That. Before I could stop myself, I’ve already stalked over to him and slammed my fist into his jaw. I heard the cracking sound of his right jaw joint dislocating, and a surge of power washed over me. The prickling in my fingers is getting stronger, and I encase his throat with my hands and wring them back and forth. 

      “Don’t you EVER call me that again!”  Next thing I knew, I was the one getting strangled, my whole body being held up in the air by his hand on my neck.

      “Is that how you treat your father? Don’t call you what? Huh?! Spit it out, bitch!” I feel an immense pain shooting through my back, and up to my skull as I see I was thrown into the wall. This is how family reunions go with us.

      Now I’m getting picked up again, by my hands this time. I feel my fingers touch the back of my hand, all the knuckles and joints twisting and snapping. Once again, I’m being dropped, and I’m met face to face with the man, who’s in an unconscious state from a vase - which is probably worth more than my truck - that hit him on the head. I look up to my teary and red-eyed sister, and only mutter a few quiet words.

      “Please don’t take me to the hospital. Just get him behind bars.”  

        We get home after a while, and my sis stitches up my head and chin, as well as making some makeshift casts for my hands. After many attempts, I finally type out something on Facebook, that he would possibly be able to read.

Me: Please come over.

      A few minutes later, after thinking he hadn’t seen it, my bedroom door bursts open to see Yoongi, a panting, disheveled mess, but still as beautiful as ever.

      “What happened?!” I’m ready to laugh at him, tell him this is all a joke, that it’s a big prank, with makeup and cameras. But I can’t. Because I know he see the pain in my eyes. He can see how I’m trying to hold onto that last, tiny shard of sanity I have left. He knows me better than I know me.

       My voice is hoarse and broken, surprising even myself at how I sound. “My ‘dad’ happened.” I can see how he’s ready to apologize, how he’s ready to say how sorry he is, but he doesn’t, because he knows that sorry has no meaning. Instead, he walks over to me and sits next to me on the bed, pulling me in for a warm hug, and my figure melts with his perfectly. We stay like this for a majority of the day, only breaking apart when my sister brings up food for us.

      “I love you, Sir Minty Yoonglz.”

      “And I love you, Miss (N/N).”

      Yoongi is always around now, helping me when my sis is at work. School excused the both of us, believing our bullshit lie that I got into a car crash and Yoongi was my designated caretaker. One morning, while he was still asleep, I managed to slip away from his grasp and get into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and chopped off the casts. That probably woke him up, because he rushed into the bathroom and looked at me with wide eyes once he saw the casts on the floor.

      “(Y/N)!!! What are you doing?! You need the casts so you can heal proper-” I cut him off with a kiss, knowing well what he was going to say afterwards. I held either sides of his face with my mangled, twisted, crooked fingers, and looked deep into his eyes. His sigh tickled my lips, and he looked back at me when his hands wrapped around my waist. “I just… I hate seeing you this way. I just don’t want you to be hurt.” I dare not say how I’m already hurt. “It pains me to think about you like this, let alone see you. But promise me this-” I hate promises. He knows this. “-You’ll be careful.” That’s the worst promise of all. I just give him a simple nod, and he knows I’m lying, but he doesn’t push it. “Now what are you doing? Why’d you cut off the casts?” My eyes light up at this, a smile spreading over my face.

      “We’re going wandering!” I lightly grab his hand, because my fingers are still barely mobile, and tug him out.

      “What? No, no, you can barely move! I can’t let you do this, (Y/N). I can’t let you do something when I know it’ll hurt you.” He slowly pulled me to a stop, and I could see the worry in his eyes. 

      I sigh, and look up at him. “This will make me feel better, Yoongi. I promise I’ll stay in bed for awhile after, but please, just come with me.” There’s conflict swirling around his eyes, his brows furrowed in concern. He’ll say yes, I think. Knowing him, and him knowing me. His head makes the tiniest movement upward, and that’s enough for me to pull him out to Combine. I hop in with a grin, and speed out of town with my hand in his. I roll the windows down, and crank up the radio until the sound speeds out the windows and into the open air.

      “So where are we going again?” I could faintly hear Yoongi’s voice yell over the booming music, and I looked over to be met with the smile that could cure my seemingly never ending sadness.

      “I don’t know the name, but I call it the bookmobile park! There’s a bunch of mobile homes- actually, you’ll see when we get there!” I laugh as the wind licks at my cheeks, my hair flying all around. This is what life should really be like, I thought. Something worthwhile.

      We drive about thirty miles away from town, and finally, we come up to about half a dozen old mobile homes sitting in a barren field, with nothing around it for miles. I smile and jump out with him, racing him to the park. I follow him into one that has his favorite genre painted on the outside, the letters chipping and peeling away. I’m surprised he could even understand what it said. He gathers up some books, all with worn covers and damaged pages, and I smile once I see the familiar childhood titles.

      “My brother would read these all to me when I was younger. We would go back and forth with the lines. He’d read one, and I’d read the next. I memorized all of them, and he called me crazy for it. Hell, I probably still have them memorized.” I can’t really imagine having something like that happening to me. He’s my everything, just like his brother was to him, and I couldn’t bare the thought of loosing him. But it would happen sooner or later. Rather, sooner than later.

      We’d gathered up a pile of books, and went to pay. The owner, an older woman, let us off for free saying that we were a “Cute couple, and they get things handed to them.” Then we realized that we had to leave something, so we left twenty bucks anyways and a few cigarette butts we had earlier. We packed all of our books, and sat in the car. I realized how much I love him. I realize how much he cares. But I realize that I was a mistake, a walking, talking, living, breathing, fuck up. I should be dead by now, I should’ve jumped, or stopped holding my breath, or had too many pills. I realized all of this, so I got in Combine with him, and I told myself: Just drive.

      He picks a place now, called the Painted Rainbow Bridge. I let him drive, and we speed off to find it in Indianapolis, not giving a care in the world. We pass a cigarette back and forth, and finally, after three cigarettes and more than one hundred songs, we find what we’re looking for. I get out and walk with him, a sharpie hidden in the pocket of his sweatshirt I’m wearing. We walk over to the more hidden side of the bridge, and I pull the sharpie out and hand it to him.

      “Time to do some cliche teenager move.” I laugh with him as he scribbles his name down, and I shakily position the marker in my bent fingers. He holds my hand to help, guiding it along to spell my name. God, I’m going to miss him. Anyways, we walk our way along the bridge, reading all of the old love notes scrawled out on the sides. Swinging our hands back and forth, we race each other back to the truck, which ended up with him carrying me like a newlywed because he was worried about my back. We left a banged up tin of Altoids under it the bridge, along with a dented can of beer. He drove us back home, and he stayed the night with me, starting up a warm bath for my joints.

      I need to end this, I thought. I can’t let him know.

      Later that night, we made a fort in my empty closet, and he saw all my post-its hanging on the wall. “What are all of these?” Reasons to die.

      “Oh, I just wrote them down in case I wanted to use them for a song. In that case, here, I have something for you.” I rummaged around in an old shoebox before I found what I was looking for. I had thrown together all the songs we listen to while we’re wandering onto a cassette tape, as well as a whole other one with songs I wrote for him. “I don’t know if you’ll really like them, but I threw them together pretty quick.” A kiss was all I needed from him, as I moved to his lap, so I could feel how much I actually mattered to him, so I could feel the desire he had for me.

      Later, we tore down all the sad, miserable, and painstakingly true notes, and we replaced them with notes of love, and happiness. Two emotions that I learned now that I had Yoongi with me. Once he falls asleep, I look up at the old, glowing, sticky stars that are on the ceiling.

      “Maybe not today,” I sing. “Maybe not today, because he cares. They say every life is important, but only one person cares about mine. It’s the first breath of air you get when your head’s been drowning underwater, that’s love.”

      We let Yoongi go home tonight, after giving him many kisses and dancing for him just to show that I was all okay. I couldn’t sleep that night. So, I went to my bathroom and slid open to mirror to find all my pills. I had some pain killers and sleeping pills that my sis gave me, earlier in the phase where everything was aching. I pour all of the pills out into my hands from both bottles. 22, 23, 24… 24 in total. What happens if I down 24 pills? I didn’t know, so I tested it, doing 12 at a time. I felt nothing for a bit, but then it hit me, the aching pain in my head, how reality was slipping out of my reach, black dots trying to cloud my vision. No, not yet, I told myself. I didn’t get to tell him. Crawling to the toilet, I shoved two fingers down my throat, pushing them in and out, until every last little pill was floating in the water. I flushed them down the drain once I counted another time, just to make sure. Well, that was easy. Maybe I’ll leave that way.

      I wake up in the morning, or more like late afternoon, and quickly blast some music so I could function a bit more properly. Later, I logged onto Facebook to see where we’d be going today.

Me: Got any ideas Sir Minty Yoonglz?

Yoongi: Surprisingly, I do. There are these two roller coasters some junkie dude built in his backyard. I think he’s kinda old now, but I called him to check if we could come, and he said we could. We’re supposed to be there sometime around 4 o’clock, so you’d better get ready because I know you just woke up. 

Me: You’re saying I just woke up? You were still asleep and just woke up from the notification and you know it! 

Yoongi: Yeah yeah, whatever (Y/N).

Me: Love you too~

      After getting ready, I packed up a few strawberry and cream cheese sandwiches and some cold root beer for supper. When two arms wrapped around my waist, a smile found its way onto my face. I tilted my head up and kissed his cheek, smiling up at him.

      “Ready (N/N)?”

      “Indeed, Minty Yoonglz.” We walked out hand in hand, and he drove us off to Bruceville, off to meet the junkie genius named John Ivers, who built two fucking roller coasters in his backyard. Now that’s talent. It takes us a while to get there, but it was definitely worth the wait. They weren’t the giant, eighty feet tall kind, they were only about fifteen feet tall, and really short. But the second you got on, it was the most fun you would have had in a long time.You go up and down, through all the twists and loops, in a super short period of time. It really gets your blood pumping, to know that this thing might fall apart any second, and hey, maybe that’s how I’ll die. Having a coaster cart crush me as I fall fifteen feet down to the ground, or maybe the seat belt isn’t secure enough, and I’ll slip out and hit my head too hard. We both take turns, going on and off, and then we try the Blue Flash Too. That one isn’t nearly as fun as the original, so we go back to it. We ask John a few questions while I scribble some notes down, and doodle a few pictures of the coasters down. Later, we drive off to a field and eat the supper I packed.

      “So babe… Tell me about your brother…” I could tell how his body froze a bit underneath me, and I knew I should’ve just left it alone. Typical, stupid (Y/N).

      “Well… His name was Seokjin. Though, everyone just called him Jin. We were driving back from a party one night, and we were fighting in the car. I told him to just take the bridge, even though it was bound to be icy. He did it just so I would shut up, just so he could make me happy… T-the car crashed up against the side of it, and… I was the one who lived… God, I should’ve been the one who was driving, I should’ve died, I should’ve just let him take the damn road! I should’ve jumped.” My heart slams into my stomach at that, my arms wrapping around him tight.

      “You’re too young to die. You have too much ahead of you, too many great things that will get you ahead of life’s threats. You’ll get through this Yoongi. Trust me.” Trust me, I thought. Trust me, just this once. Because it’ll be me, not you. I really couldn’t take this, knowing what would happen to him. I know he should’ve stayed away, but really, his life would’ve been worth more to save then mine. So now we’re here. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t be alive, he should be all okay, with a better girl, and a better life, and everything would be okay. I wouldn’t have dragged him down with me, he wouldn’t have even known I had existed, I’d just be the girl who killed herself. And I’d be okay with that, if I didn’t meet him. And that’s been the best and worst decision of my life.

      We finally get home, splitting our different ways. I sit at my chair and  look down at the combinations of black and white keys, and I slowly play some chords, letting the sound float around my room. Then I sing. “I can change my mind each day, changing how I live, but I still remember your birthday and your brother’s favorite song. I didn’t mean to wear you, so I’m sorry. I’m sorry I treated you like shit, I’m sorry for not believing you loved me. Someone will, but someone isn’t me.” I stay up the rest of the night, move all of my stuff into a corner, and pull out some paint. I cover the walls, painting it all black. I take some chalk and scribble down a note for someone on the wall, and I take everything out of the room. I keep a few blankets, and I spend the night in my closet, emptying all of the clothes out of it. I stay up, looking at the glow in the dark stars, just thinking, maybe I could become a real one tomorrow.

      I was supposed to be at school the next day, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t anywhere. Because I was everywhere. During our lunch break, My computer and phone both started blowing up. Yoongi was worried. He didn’t have to be.

Yoongi: (Y/N)? Where are you?

Yoongi: I haven’t seen you here all day.

Yoongi: I know it was something I said.

Yoongi: God, I’m so sorry (Y/N), I didn’t mean any of the things I said last night.

      Oh, yeah. I guess I forgot to mention, but after I told him that he had too much to live for, a fight broke out. See, once again, all my fault. Just like everything is.

“Who are you to tell me what I have ahead of me?! He was my everything! I’m nothing without him, I don’t have anything left of him, and he was my best memory. I should’ve died, I should just go kill myself, maybe I’ll just crash this damn car, and go out like him! Maybe it’ll look like an accident, just like us.”

      I had never seen this side of him, but he obviously doesn’t like it. I hope he’s okay. I love you, Sir Minty Yoonglz.

      He went to Charlie and Violet, thinking that they would know. No one really knew.

      “Do you two know where (Y/N) is?” I can just imagine the worry in his eyes again.

      Charlie actually looked up from his phone for once, and calmly explained what he thought had happened to me.“Oh, she’s probably just off doing her things again. She’ll be back sooner or later, don’t fret. It’s just her.” I won’t be back.

      “Aren’t you at least a bit worried about her?”

      This time, Violet spoke up. “Really Yoongi, don’t worry. She’ll be okay, she just randomly travels sometimes, no one really knows when it happens or where she goes. But she always comes back.” Not this time.

      It had been weeks, months, even, since anyone had last seen me. Same for Yoongi. He had gone out to look for me, going back to every wandering place, back to my house, seeing every note I had written. He knew he was hot on my trail, seeing how every hint I gave was still fresh. He was still a bit too slow, though. He had finally come back to the place where everything was made official, where everything started fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Where the first butterflies had come in, where the first kiss had happened, where we had shared our first tears together - The Blue Hole. Quickly, he dug through the old, crumbled dirt, looking for that old tin. Finally, he found a mound of disturbed soil, and he pulled out the tin. Everything was still there and intact, except for the added Polaroid of us in front of the Blue Hole, and a note, a small note that read:

      To Yoongi, aka Sir Minty Yoonglz.

I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. You were my one and only lover, my first and my last, the only one who cared, and the best and worst decision that ever happened to me. I didn’t mean to leave you and all of the things that we had behind. You worried about me too much. No one else worried enough.

From your lover, (Y/N), aka (N/N).

      That’s when he knew. That’s when he knew that the tears hitting the paper weren’t all some part of a terrifying nightmare, or that this wasn’t all normal for me to do, or that this wasn’t all a prank that would have over a million views on Youtube. That’s when he knew.

      He knew when he saw my body, floating lifelessly in the water, on the other shore of the Blue Hole. That’s when he knew he was too late, and that he had just missed me.

      That’s when he knew he lost the single thing that he had cared about.

      That’s when he knew he lost me.

Unpopular ship headcanons

I don’t ship half of these


  • Tom annoys the fuck out of Edd
  • Neither even had a crush on eachother just one day edd was like “bro no homo but you fine asf” and Tom was like “damn same but lotta homo”
  • They make jokes about how dysfunctional their relationship is
  • Edd will show people pictures of tom to people and be like “look how fugly and gross my boyfriend is hahaha”
  • They’re not even dating like it’s literally as unprofessional as hell
  • Edd likes tom bc sometimes he plays ‘your welcome’ and starts whipping
  • Tom likes Edd bc he draws dicks
  • Ultimate meme couple


  • Edd calls Matt dumb
  • If they ever have sex Edd always leaves bc Matt just moans about himself
  • Morning pancake hugs
  • Matt usually doesn’t pay attention but let’s edd talk about shit for hours
  • Edd acts like a dad and picks up after him
  • Whenever they fight Edd’ll just say ‘bazinga’ and they’ll stop
  • Ton of cuddles


  • Old tord didn’t wanna bc he knew he was bad for Edd but now he’s like “imma wreck that asshole so bad”
  • Edd doesn’t realize he likes him and’ll start yapping for hours about him
  • Tord gives Edd shit for his unoriginal hair
  • They fight over bacon
  • They could be fucking and totally oblivious
  • Tord doesn’t really understand how realationships work and once claimed Edd his property and got hit by a sandal
  • Evelen Evelen kind of fights
  • Tord gets tired of edd real fast
  • They’re both the girls in the relationship
  • Edd’ll brush tords hair at night and gossip


  • Tom sings in the shower and tord loves it
  • Tom misses when tord was younger and fun
  • Tord’s apathetic view on life just sorta stops when tom laughs or some gay shit
  • They use fag as an insult on eachother
  • Confessions are like “I LIKE YOU OK!??” Followed by a lot of confused screaming
  • If we’re talking canon stuff tom will just shut down and hate how tord was actually a friend a while ago but became a nightmare
  • Tom gets drunk leaving tord to take care of him
  • drunk tom will make moves on tord and just be like “whoa there bessy chill out there”


  • Tord makes Matt pancakes in the shape of his face
  • Matt’s really clingy and will just hold onto tord and watch him figet on his phone
  • “You’re pretty, I’m pretty, let’s go to my place and stare at eachother”
  • They bring out the crazy in eachother
  • They give eachother shit over their emo phase


  • Matt’s obsessed with tom
  • Tom loves him but hates him
  • Tom hides matt’s stuff just to hear him scream
  • They binge shows together
  • They practically share beds bc they’ll just sleep in eachothers rooms sometimes
  • Neither have any sex drive and’ll just be fucking and they’ll be like “bro im” “yeah bro let’s stop tf”
  • They’re really open and overshare a lot
  • They have the same pee schedule
  • Most wholesome ship
Gravity Falls sentence starters - Part 12

1. “Is it legal for a child to wear that much makeup?” 

2. “I need something to get my mind off this.” 

3. “Would kicking all our butts at mini-golf cheer you up?” 

4. “And the ___ can look after the house.” 

5. “Ah, mini-golf. The sport of mini-champions.” 

6. “Holy smokes! Someone in our family actually had talent!” 

7. “Don’t worry about it, ____. The thing’s random.”  

8. “Would it be wrong to punch a child?” 

9. “This isn’t over. You, me, midnight. We’ll see who’s best.” 

10. “If you beat her/him at this, s/he could never rag on you again. Imagine it.”

11. “Going to the golf course after dark, you say? I don’t know, you’d have to break in…. Just kidding, let’s break in!”

12. “Darn! Poop heck darn!” 

13. “Aww shucks, it’s only our life-long passion. Would you like us to elaborate through song?” 

14. “Guys, guys! Calm down. Your fighting is inadvertently adorable.” 

15. “I don’t know. I want to beat ____, but doesn’t this seem like… cheating?” 

16. “_____’s rich, _____. S/he’s cheating at life.” 

17. “Just remember, as long as you’re helping me, no fighting.” 

18. “Well! This is getting weird.” 

19. “You can’t go in there, there’s been a gas leak. Anyone who goes in there will die!” 

20. “There’s something going on, _____. I can feel it.” 

21. “Is it bad that I feel good about her/him feeling bad?” 

22. “Don’t freak out, ____! The water’s shallow, there is literally no way to drown!” 

23. “Just shut up and putt!” 

24. “I’m sorry, ____. I shouldn’t have cheated. You totally would have beat me fair and square.” 

25. “Hey, your ______ aren’t/isn’t here. You want a ride home?” 

26. “The car is where secret surprise snacks happen. Want one?” 

27. “Handouts? It’s called sharing. You do know what sharing is, right?” 

28. “So are you guys, like, cool now?” 

29. “Don’t you worry, _____. With your brains and my laser focus, there is literally nothing that can distract us from… did you hear that?” 

30. “Just when I was getting over _____, of course you show up at my doorstep.” 

31. “Hey, I’m _____: Master of Puppets. Nice to meet you.” 

32. “You’re amazing with those puppets.” 

33. “How hard do you think it would be to write and compose a sock puppet rock opera with lights, original music, and live pyrotechnics by Friday?” 

34. “Just a warning: people’s eyes will get wet. Because they’ll be crying, from laughing, from how tragic it is!” 

35. “Not even gonna ask.” 

36. “Don’t stay up all night, ____. Last time you got this sleep deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.” 

37. “There has to be some shortcut or clue. Who would know about secret codes?” 

38. “Did you miss me? Admit it, you missed me.” 

39. “You deserve a prize. Here, have a head that’s always screaming.” 

40. “Well, if you ever change your mind, I’ll be here for you. Ready to make a deal.” 

41. “Still ignoring this.” 

42. “It’s like if coffee and nightmares had a baby.” 

43. “I’m obsessed? Look at you. You look like a vampire, and not the hot kind.” 

44. “What crazy thing do you want, anyway? To eat my soul? To rip out my teeth? Are you going to replace my eyes with baby heads or something?” 

45. “Yeesh, ____, relax. All I want is a puppet.” 

46. “Besides, what’s your ____ done for you lately? How many times have you sacrificed for her/him, huh? And when has s/he ever returned the favor?”    

47. “This can’t be happening. What did you do to my body?” 

48. “Man, it has been so long since I’ve inhabited a body.” 

49. “I don’t understand! Why are you doing this? I thought we had a deal.” 

50. “Human soda! I’m gonna drink it like a person!” 

51. “Wait, _____, don’t listen to him/her! That’s not me!” 

52. “I’ve gotta get my body back before s/he does something crazy with it.” 

53. “Are you kidding me? I would never miss… whatever this is.” 

54. “Oh, I’ll hold my horses. I’ll hold them… you monster.” 

55. “Haha! I’m sorry. It looks funny when you’re mad.” 

56. “Ssh. You wouldn’t want to ruin the show.”

57. “Who would sacrifice everything they’ve worked for just for their dumb ____?” 

58. “Whoa! Children fighting! I can sell this.” 

59. “You can’t stop me. I’m a being of pure energy with no weakness!” 

60. “You’re in _____’s body, and I know all his/her weaknesses.” 

61. “Yes! I’m in my own body! And it’s just as underwhelming as I remember. Oh, everything hurts.”  

62. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen enough movies to know that this is the part where the audience thinks it’s all part of the show and loves it. Cue applause.”

63. “Did s/he just make out with his/her puppets?” 

64. “I might have dodged a bullet there.” 

65. “Seriously, I need to go to the hospital.” 

66. “Hey, _____, what did one sock puppet say to the other sock puppet? You look like you could use a hand!”  

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite Alycia quotes? :)

Ooh okay here are some of my favorite ADC quotes

  • “I like being able to make people feel something. I think that’s I most want to achieve out of it and that’s what I enjoy about it the most. Making people go ‘I know how that feels.’”
  • “I often think about how, if we were all placed in an apocalyptic situation, you’d realize quickly how stupid, petty things just don’t matter anymore. Who you love is who you love, and it doesn’t matter.”
  • “With any sort of minority, issues of ostracization or misrepresentation are clearly rampant. It’s just so deeply rooted in our culture and there are so many levels that it trickles down from. It becomes an issue of diversity and equality and race and gender. In a parallel sense as well, there’s the issue of black characters being killed off first. I know that’s been a topic of conversation over the last couple of years. So these are huge-scale cultural and social barriers that we’ve established—and I guess now it’s time to start breaking them down.”
  • “I just love squids alright.”
  • “Look at these majestic crabs.”
  • “Everything you see is about global warming or the environment, the destruction of humanity, what the internet is doing to us, what is it doing to our brains? This amalgamation of… A climax to what? What’s going to happen? Do we kill ourselves or the world will kill us?”
  • “If you look at the 50s, it was all about space exploration and the journey and the excitement. That was what was important. So it’s interesting… Does life imitate art or art imitate life?”
  • “When I was younger I could get that white-knuckle grip of holding onto an idea and not wanting to let go, but the moment I started to let go and seeing that there are no rules, there’s more flexibility and openness and knowing that if you follow something it creates its own path.”
  • “My whole philosophy has been to let the work speak for itself, because that’s really what you want to show.”
  • “So swiftly your world flips from chaos to monotony and it can be Oh. So. Destructive. It becomes the fight to survive suspended in the unknown.”
  • “I literally didn’t know what to do other than buy ice cream, hide under the blankets and watch Netflix.”
  • “I feel like my personal needs wouldn’t be efficient or essential. I’d be like, I just want to know that I’ll have some comfy socks and a few great avocados around. Can I just have those?”
  • “But beggars, can certainly not be choosers. In the short term, I’m starting to write my own scripts. It’s fucking hard.”
  • “The stormtroopers were having some kind of protest march against Darth Vader and I didn’t understand like kind of why it was going on but they had signs and everything. I was like, ‘Wait, what are you protesting?’”
  • “That’s the most amazing thing about humans. They will make sense of anything illogical until it just is unfathomable. You’ll try and rationalize anything.”
  • “I was nineteen once.”
  • “Goodnight, Siri.”
  • “It suddenly came crashing down on me that I was ruined and I’d never sleep again and I became traumatized for like a year!”
  • “I’m obsessed with space.”
  • “I just wanted one so I could read the Guardian and NASA updates.”
  • “I’m really good. I’ve got this lovely cup of green tea here, which is just- Oh, what a beacon of hope in my morning.” 
  • “I used to think cube was my favorite word.”
  • “What I really want is some ham.”
  • “Whatever floats your fancy.”
  • “I’m going out on a whim!! Being spontaneous!!! Livin the life! LIVIN LA VIDA LOCA!!!!”
  • “Sometimes the good thing about losing your credit card is you get tea.”
  • “Oh no! It’s Ola Ola Ola!!!!   Excuse my ignorance of the beautiful Portuguese language.”
  • “Thank you to all the fans for bringing her further to life, your passion is everything. It has been an honour to portray her. To envelop myself in her skin. To be given the freedom to represent a moment in our cultural and social zeitgeist - she has left a great imprint on me. I will miss her.
  • “And thanks to the Academy - seeing I’m coming across a bit intense and getting super sappy all over your timeline… cue the music”
  • “I know It’s not tbt, so I’m gonna send it back Sunday… ? I don’t know if that should ever be a thing.”
  • “I kind of almost hit someone but there’s a reason.”
  • “Way too keen.”
  • “Don’t have sex with a zombie.”
  • “I’ve got a crazy last name. Sorry.”
  • “She [Lexa] is just like ruthless. She won’t even say it. She’ll just do it. And people will be like, ‘whoa Lexa, what the-’ and she’ll  be like ‘Don’t question me. Are you my gun-bitch or what?’”
  • “There is one living organism called the tardigrade and that has survived the five great mass extinctions on Earth and it can survive a vacuum in space and boiling hot water and freezing sub-zero temperatures.”
  • “C’mon guys don’t let me down….Don’t kill me off this show!”
  • “Now when I point out the obvious which is quite often everyone makes fun of me.”
  • “That is so sweet and I feel so so loved. You know what, it’s a particularly somewhat difficult night I would say for myself, so thank you, your love means a lot right now.”

‘Welcome to the show!’ Ellen greeted Y/N with a huge smile and hugged her.

‘Wow! Thank you, thank you.’ Y/N said as she sat down at the chair and the people are still clapping.

‘They love you!’ Ellen said.

‘Well, I paid them so yeah!’ Y/N joked.

‘How are you? I mean c’mon, you just rocked the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show!’ Ellen said as they showed a photo of Y/N walking at the VS runway.

‘It’s crazy, trust me! I’m like whoa, am I dreaming! It’s fantastic!’ Y/N said with a huge smile.

‘I mean the last time that I saw you was at the Grammy’s with your friend?’ Ellen said. Here she goes, I know this is going to happen.

‘My friend?’ I asked her like I don’t know who this friend is. I heard the audience laugh and this one guy shouted SHAWN!

‘Whoa there!’ Y/N said.

‘See, we all know!’ Ellen said. And everybody laughed.

‘He’s a great guy you know, really talented.’ Y/N said.

‘Is that it?’ Ellen asked. She’s really trying to make Y/N say something.


‘Alright, they’re dating!’ Ellen said.

Everyone started laughing and Y/N was just there smiling and nodding.

‘So you guys have been together for how long now?’ Ellen asked.

‘A month.’ Y/N said.

‘He’s a good guy!’ Ellen said.

‘yeah. He is. Like he’s close to my family already, you know and I met his family and they’re wonderful. His little sister is such an angel so yeah he’s a great guy!’ Y/N said. She can’t stop smiling every time people are talking about Shawn.

‘I mean of course the paparazzis are all over you guys so how do you keep your relationship like low-key? What’s like your favorite thing to do with him?’ Ellen asked.

‘Oh, we love to go on a road trip actually recently we went to New York and we had a road trip and it was fun. Like you know singing our favorite songs, looking at the sunset, and just being away from the flashing cameras. We love those kinds of things you know, just us.’ Y/N said and smiled.

Everyone seemed so happy for them Ellen thanked her for coming and she went straight at her hotel room where Shawn is waiting for her.

‘Hey babe!’ Y/N greeted Shawn who’s busy watching Grey’s Anatomy while lying down at the bed.

‘Hey babe.’ He said. And when Y/N reached the bed he pulled her down and kissed her.

When Y/N pulled away, ‘So how’s your day?’ Y/N asked while hugging Shawn.

‘Hmmm. Great! How was the interview?’ Shawn asked.

‘Great! Told them our fun road trip!’ Y/N said and kissed Shawn’s chin, jaw then lips.

‘Hmmm. Sounds amazing!’ He said and he started kissing Y/N.

A/N: I hope you guys like this short imagine! :) Thank you! If you guys have any suggestions just go to my ask box. :)


strvlada  asked:

So I am extremely confused right now! Is makoharu cannon or not?! Did Makoto tell Haru he loves him in Starting days? Does he love him as family or romantically? I am confused and upset i need to know!

Well that breaks down into a lot of things.

First of all, it depends on your personal view of what IS canon and what MAKES something canon. Some people think something is only canon if they kiss on screen or outwardly say that they are in a relationship. (Which in my opinion is a little bleak but there ya go)

As for Makoto loving Haru and Haru loving Makoto that IS canon. Makoto (besides maybe Nagisa I think, but don’t quote me on that) is the only character to outwardly voice that he loves Haru both in the show and in the movie. One of which was during the fight scene, I think there’s another during the other firework scene along those lines too(I really don’t remember it’s been 2 fucking years give me a break), the other one Haru gladly accepted. (Which to me looked like someone accepting a confession) So he’s said it at least twice now.

Personally, I definitely see it deeper than platonic. We see several friendships throughout the series, and like I said Nagisa has sad he loved haru at some point too (MAYBE) but nothing compares to the scenes we get between Makoto and Haru plus they’re the only ones to have used the word ‘love’ multiple times and show such a deep display of caring for one another to the degree that they do. 

It’s also canon that Makoto and Haru care more for each other than they do any other person in the show. That’s not to say that they don’t care about their other friends, but Makoto and Haru have been described in canon to be in perfect harmony, read each other’s mind, be each other’s halves, ect. The deny that they have the deepest relationship of the show is kinda…stupid. 

People may want to try to argue that. Now no one is going to argue that Makoto cares the most for Haru, so let’s look at Haru. Makoto is the only person we have seen been able to erupt certain emotions from Haru. Multiple characters have erupted a passion for swimming and ect from Haru (The whole cast pretty much but mostly his OWN swimming team) But Makoto is the only person who has been able to make Haru feel jealousy or to break him. 

There’s many friendships displayed in Free! and many of the characters are closer to another person besides haru, All EXCEPT Makoto. I mean if you look at the scene where Sousuke is all like ‘Stay away from Rin that’s MY man’ Haru is just like “Whatever bitch you crazy tf I’m out.” and the reason haru disliked Sousuke (I don’t really think he even did but) was because he though Sousuke was an asshole, not because of Rin so clearly it’s established how Haru feels towards Rin and his other being friends being close to others. Plus we see no longing from Haru to be super close to Rin, Nagisa, Rei ect but the second that Kisumi came in and tried to steal Makoto whoa bro. Kisumi is the only person we see Haru show a dislike for because Kisumi tried to steal Makoto from him. (And Kisumi knew it too haha love him though) Makoto is the only person we have seen Haru actually get jealous over in other words to the point he dislikes someone.

I think one of the biggest makoharu scenes, despite it always ripping my soul to shreds, is the makoharu fight in season 2. All this time Haru knew that people like Rin, Nagisa, Rei, ect would probably be moving on with their lives at some point. Although he cared and wanted them to do well, only when Makoto says he is leaving do we see Haru actually BREAK. Because Makoto is leaving HIM. To the point haru curls up in a ball in his bed in depression then willingly leaves the country because he doesn’t want to confront Makoto again. (Literally the only reason he went to Australia. Don’t fight me on this because it’s literally the canon reason) We have scene Haru have several fights throughout the season (Mostly with Rin ngl lol) but the only one to affect him to this degree was his fight with makoto because of how much he does care for Makoto.

Don’t even get me started on the welcome back scene *Cries*

But yeah on that note I’m not even scratching the SURFACE. Makoto and Haru’s boyfriend shirt which is referred to by creators as a BOYFRIEND shirt, referred to as a married couple, as each other’s halves, Haru saying he’d date Makoto if he was a girl (We know you’re already dating anyways), nagisa almost ratting them out in the OVA, the very blatantly obvious CPR scene, Makoto and Haru read each other’s thoughts, Haru walking between Makoto and the ocean to protect makoto, Haru holding Makoto’s hand when he felt scared to protect him, all of Makoto’s loving looks that had to be toned down because it was basically TOO gay for the show, creators having trouble writing makoto and haru scenes because of how close they were that they basically seemed like a couple, Makoto’s siblings basically treat haru as their brother (Because he’s their soon to be brother in law B)), they share popsicles, Makoto letting Haru have the dolphin charm and haru using it in the tub, Haru thinking of Makoto while in the tub, Makoto holding onto Haru in his sleep, sometimes watch the sun together, Haru is pretty protective of Makoto, Makoto just nonchalantly walking in on Haru using the bath, and honestly so much more I can’t even list everything. 

So saying ALL of that, personally I believe Makoharu is canon. And Makoto and Haru loving and caring for each other more than anyone else in the show is canon. ;) so take it how you want

anonymous asked:

How would Jackson, Yugyeom, Jr and Mark react to seeing you wear a dress? (But as a close friend that is a mutual crush + you usually don't dress feminine)

Jackson: “I’m outside!” he yelled into the phone as you picked up. “Okay okay” you grumbled. You walked out and locked your front door, walking towards Jackson as he was leaning on his car, scrolling through his phone. “Alright, let’s go” you said as you headed towards the passenger seat. He looked up casually and did a double take before his eyes widened. “W-why’re you wearing that?” he asked. “What? This dress? Should I change?” you asked. “Well… no… I’m just surprised…” he mumbled. “Why?” you laughed as you leaned against the open car door. “Because… you never dress like that” “More reason for me to wear it then” you rolled your eyes. “But… the sweats, the sneakers, the messy bun???” he said in confusion. “You said I was going to one of your family parties with you! I didn’t wanna look like a dude, hellloooooooo” you waved your hand in front of his face. He blushed and got into the car as you did too. “Well… you look… good” he muttered as he started the engine. “Thanks, I try” you jokingly flipped a lock of your hair. “Yeah… uh … you’re… welcome” he kept his eyes focused on the road.

Yugyeom: “What’s taking you so long?” he muttered impatiently outside your bedroom. “Jesus Christ, don’t get your boxers in a bunch” you grumbled swinging the door open. “Y-yah! Why’re you wearing that?” he said, looking at the cream lace dress you were sporting with a pair of high top converse and a denim jacket. “You said we were going out to brunch…” you muttered. “Yeah, but …” “But what? Is the brunch place more casual? I can go change…” you mumbled, looking down at the outfit, “I thought it was cute” you said sadly. “No! It’s fine! Wear it!” he stammered, “I’m just surprised… I’ve never seen you like this before” “Like what? Dressed like a girl? I do happen to own things other than ripped jeans and flannels, you know” you laughed. “Yeah… hahaha… duh” he laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

Jr.: “Yah… what is this… Y/N, wearing a dress?!” he yelled in shock as you stepped out of your car. “What? Am I overdressed?” you asked looking down at it. “Not at all. Just surprised you decided to wear that and not a pair of jeans and a t-shirt” he shrugged, giving you a look over. “You clean up real nice” he offered you the crook of your arm as you walked into the theatre. “Thanks, I try. You don’t look too shabby yourself” you complimented him. He invited you to watch the musical version of your favorite novel turned movie now turned musical. 

Mark: “What is taking so damn long?” he whined outside of the bathroom door. “I couldn’t just ride my bike in this, are you crazy?” you answered him grumpily as you pulled the door open. He turned and sighed with relief that you were finally done changing, but was surprised to find you in a dress and sandals instead of the ripped jeans and chucks you had on earlier. “You said it was your mom’s birthday dinner, right? Well I can’t show up looking like a hobo” you said as a matter-of-factly. “Whoa… what happened to my friend Y/N, and what’d you do with her?” he mumbled, still staring at you in awe in the spring dress. “Ugh stop” you elbowed him. “You haven’t ever worn anything remotely girly in all the time I’ve known you! Let me be surprised!” he exclaimed. “Well everything we do together is get food, skate, and watch movies… there’s no reason to wear dresses then” you rolled your eyes. “This is so new to me…” he mumbled. “Yeah well, that makes two of us” you laughed.

Grimmjow live tweets espada poker night

As requested by hablub. :)

–why the fuck does aizen insist on trying to get us espda to “bond”?

#espada poker night  #super lame idea

–i’m not gonna go. and Aizen can’t make me!!!

#i fucking hate poker  #and game nights  #and my fellow espada

–oh look an email from aizen

#gonna beg me to go I bet  #or order me  #but it won’t work!  #free and independent kitty

–I have decided to attend poker of my own accord.

#fucking love poker

–@ immortal_strawberry: yo kurosaki, you should come to poker. you’re basically an espada

#gonna beat your ass  #just fyi

–kurosaki sure is sensitive about the “not an espada” thing


–Ulquiorra’s offered to host, i guess

#such a kiss-up  #AIZEN ALREADY LOVES YOU  #you don’t see ME kissing up!!

–i’m only bringing snacks ‘cause i want to

#def not an order

–why are there so many folding tables stacked against the wall?

#ulqui has weird decorating tastes

–wow kurosaki actually showed up after all

#dude really can’t say no  #to anything  #ever


#NOT AN ESPADA  #HELLO  #Nel is here too  #but that’s cool

–ok. wearing a visor and sunglasses? that’s somebody who’s way too into poker


–um ulquiorra’s deck of cards has aizen’s face as their design

#creepy much?

–whoa ulqui is crazy good at shuffling

#who knew?  #like when would he get practice?  #oh wait  #prob plays a lot of solitaire

–why is BARRAGAN explaining the rules

#his voice could make ice cream pizza sound lame

–finally! we’re starting to play

#prepare to be decimated, everyone  #i am bold and confident and impossible to read  #and lucky 

–fuck these cards suck

#i’ll be lucky later

–don’t think starrk’s heart is really into poker. he keeps folding

#BEFORE looking at his cards

–szayel’s won like the last three rounds. what the hell?

#who knew he could play poker

–man nnoitra literally NEVER backs down. does he know that folding is a thing?

#on the plus side  #he only has like 3 chips left


–well nnoitra is out

#pretty sure nel pushed him that hand  #on purpose  #i’m so proud

–zommari is such a little control freak. “why don’t you fold?”  "you shouldn’t bluff that much.“ "put more money in.”

#like, shut up guy

–although i do agree with zommari that it’s not fair for aaroniero to wear a MASK

#szyael’s sunglasses are bad enough

–aaroniero is FINALLY taking his mask off!

–well that didn’t help

#shrunken heads  #really?  #really

–looks like lilinette is taking over for starrk

#bout time

–okay but seriously any time yammy loses money he SMASHES the table!

#which explains why ulqui has so many extra  #that guy is so irritatingly smart sometimes

–lilinette plays like nnoitra

#which is to say she never backs down  #never folds  #and just lost all the money  #starrk looks relieved

–ulqui is also super hard to read. every round he looks so sad. Like he has the worst hand ever 

#although sometimes  #he like twitches or something  #but why?

–okay he just twitched A LOT. i gotta force him to show his hand!

#prob a straight or something  #but i gotta know!!

–it was the fucking queen of hearts

–the bat reacts to the fucking SUIT OF HEARTS


#i’m so ashamed of him  #so ashamed

–you knew who sucks at life and also poker? LUPPI

#EAT IT LOSER  #seriously tho he’s really easy to read

–szyael tho. szayel does not suck

–if barragan says he’s playing “the long game” one more time i’m gonna punch him in the face

#not really  #he’s super bony  #but i’ll mentally punch him  #i’ll mentally punch him so hard!

–you know what’s funny? every time kurosaki tries to fold, that inner hollow of us takes over his body and forces him to raise

#well maybe not every time  #but a lot of time

–we’ve all learned that when the hollow takes over kurosaki’s body, you fold. that hollow’s crazy good at poker

#yet somehow kurosaki isn’t  #weird

–who the hell gets that many “three of a kind"s???

#halibel  #queen of threes  #apparently  

–okay no way szayel is this good! he HAS to be cheating!

#any i’m not just saying that 'cause i lost all my money

–szayel just handed me his sunglasses?

#if he’s saying i’m not cool enough….





–RIP, Ulqui’s house

–poker is awesome.

#we should make this a weekly thing

anonymous asked:

Interesting to see how Gwen's going to react on her interviews about those hates on Blake's SMA title. Is she going to ignore those, praise him be all positive or call them out like she never hesitated to do in interviews. Name a single guy dead or alive that Gwen Stefani wrote 2 albums for. When Gwen says a man is sexy he is sexy dammit!

I was just wondering that myself, anon! We’re reading each other’s minds! I think that if a host says that Blake was a controversial choice or brings up the backlash, Gwen will say “that’s crazy! He’s so sexy because…” and list the things she’s listed before, like his humor, kindness, generosity, etc. Gwen has a way of disarming things with a giggle and a “whoa! what?!” type of reaction. She’s really good at that. Talk show hosts and interviewers soften when they talk to her. She’s really America’s Sweetheart, just like it says on her Marie Claire cover. 😊❤️

– M

What The Heck He Gotta Do? (Anthony x Reader)

Anthony x Reader

a/n: enjoy???

warnings: none!!!

It was a quite day outside, but at the Richard Rodgers, everyone was buzzing was nervous excitement. Andy’s new protégée, Y/N, was keeping everyone on their feet with the warmups and routines she concocted for the cast. As Tony’s season neared, the cast became restless to see what number Y/N would pick for the show.
They collectively huddled up on the stage in their small friend groups, chattering about the shows plans when the theater doors slammed behind her, marking the choreographer’s entrance.
“Are y'all done with the chit-chat?” She asked the group sassily, raising her voice to gain attention.
She certainly got Anthony’s attention. He was completely mesmerized by the way her hips swayed as she walked, or the way she flowed through the choreography when she taught to the group. He was hypnotized by the way she would put her hands on her hips when someone would ask her a question, or when she was thinking really hard, she would stick her tongue out ever-so-slightly. He tried to work up the courage to ask her out, but failed miserably through numerous God-Awful™ pickup lines. She would just laugh them off as if he was joking and go about her day. Anthony lost it every time she would help him with the Yorktown choreography, locking hands with her for mere seconds. His friends,of course, would mercilessly tease him about his crush. They would push him towards her in conversations and holler when he would go up to talk to her.
He stared as she swaggered up to the stage, extending her hand for someone to pull her up onto it. Carleigh rushed over and pulled her up, and Y/N shot a smile at her.
It was no doubt that Y/N was gorgeous. Her H/L, H/C hair and long, tanned legs made everyone stare. Poor Carleigh blushed like mad before scrambling back to her friends.
“Now I know you all have been on the edge of your seats, so I wanted you to know that we’re doing Yorktown for the Tonys.” Y/N announced, nearly cut-off by the loud cheers from the group.
She chuckled before letting everyone disperse to go get into their costumes before the show.
As Anthony walked offstage, his gaggle of friends continued to drone on about Y/N.
“Ramos, if you don’t man up and ask her out, I will!” Daveed jeered, lightly pushing him.
“Har-har.” Anthony laughed dryly in response, pushing Daveed back.
Anthony plopped down in his dressing rooms chair, running his hands through his unruly hair.
“Seriously Ramos, that girl is smoking!” Oak teased his friend, and then grabbed a scarf from his own vanity.
Oak wrapped it around his neck in a feminine way, pretending to be Y/N.
“I’m Y/N and I just love Anthony Ramos but I’m too afraid to show it!” Oak said in a high-pitched voice, flouncing around the room.
Leslie, catching onto Oak’s drift, laughed and took a scarf and put it on his head, pretending it was hair.
“I’m Anthony, and I’m too much of a wuss to admit my feelings for the smoking choreographer!” Leslie said in a deep voice, puffing out his chest and lumbering around Oak.
“Oh, Anthony, my hero! Forget choreographing Laurens scenes, come and let me choreograph our relationship!” Oak fake flirted, leaning into Leslie’s shoulder.
Suddenly, a voice called from the hall-
“Lovin’ the impression, Oak!” Y/N called, smiling smugly and continued to walk along.
Anthony buried his face in his hands in embarrassment, while Daveed laughed hardily.
“God, I can’t take it anymore! Just ask her out!” Jazzy said while popping her head into the boys dressing room, smiling like an idiot before running after her best friend.


Anthony couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to ask Y/N out. All before the show, he paced his dressing room and pondered on the subject.
Lin popped his head into the room.
“Places in 5, Ramos- hey, you okay?” The older man asked, staring at Anthony in his anxious state.
“Yeah, yeah. Actually, I need your help.” The Ramos boy admitted, rubbing his neck sheepishly.
“See, I’ve got a major crush on Y/N-”
“If that was already obvious.” Lin interrupted with a chuckle.
“Anyways, I don’t know how to ask her out.” Anthony admitted shyly, begging Lin for help.
Lin let out a small chuckle before helping his cast mate.
“Serenade her. Just think, what the heck ya gotta do to be with her.” He added, and left Anthony a smiling mess.


The next day at rehearsal, Alex had Lin and a small chunk of the band help Anthony with his proposal. Nervously rubbing his hands together, he waited for Y/N to enter the theater.
Sure enough, she strode in, only to lock eyes with Anthony as the band started to play.
“The plan was called Operation Y/N. And one of the shows included in the plan was Hamilton, where a kid named Anthony Ramos—”
Anthony stepped out kind of shyly.
“Thats me..”
Lin shoved his hands in his pockets and continued.
“—a 25-year-old theater kid—”
“I love doin’ shows, man!”
“—was in the first days of Hamilton. Anthony could hardly believe his luck when a very pretty girl showed up.”
Y/N blushed at the notion when Anthony winked at you.
“-in not one, but two rehearsals. She sat taught in front of him. He moved forward.”
Lin then turned to Anthony, smiling a the younger man.
“Anthony, what drew you to Y/N initially?”
He blushed like crazy while swinging his arms.
“Man, she used to laugh all the time in shows. She was a Y/SC Y/N- H/L hair, mature in the body like whoa!”
As he went on with his song, Y/N’s mind raced. The boy she’d had a crush on since Hamilton’s workshop days was serenading her. Anthony Ramos, the man she taught and crushed on. She nearly fainted.
“…Y/N… Will you go out with me?” He sang, ending the song. Y/N smirked, placing her hands on her hips sassily.
“I’ll think about it.”
Y/N swaggered away, and Anthony let out a loud “Yes!”.
Little did he know, once she got to Jazzy’s dressing room, she did too.

iKON reacting to you fan-girling other Boy bands :

Originally posted by mochiwon

- i picture fangirling over exo bcs they made me swerve lanes from time to time. kai oneshots keep me warm at night, okay?!! dont judge -


Originally posted by endlessikon

  • “babe i promise i will be as big as them one day, just wait”
  • “what? is suho a better leader than me?!”
  • he will not think much of it, but he will guilt you into thinking that you prefer them over him
  • and he will be happy because you’ll choose him 
  • dont think he will be singing along with you bcs he seems to only be singing girl group songs
  • “jagiiii stopppp i will dance for you 24/7!! stop looking at kaii”
  • he will show clearly that he is jealous and he won’t act like he’s not
  • ok he’s gonna be too cute so u just want to stop watching exo and kiss him all over


Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

  • “babe, come on lets watch the exo next door”
  • you’ll watch funny videos of the members and bobby will be super supportive and be totally okay with everything you want to do
  • but you should never say that chanyeol’s a better rapper bcs he won’t have it 
  • he’ll literally be so grumpy and sulky towards you
  • but you wont say that to him bcs he is the best in your opinion
  • “whoa, that’s cool babe!”
  • you’ll drag him into the fandom and in award shows he became such a fanboy bcs every night you serve him with new fanboy material


Originally posted by teambgasm

  • “jagii what are you doing?”
  • “i am still cuter than that”
  • he will not be happy that you like other groups
  • “just fangirl on junhoe like everyone does not other boybands please!!”
  • you will feel bad so you just focus on your romantic life
  • and that is enough for you because Jinhwan is so cute right


Originally posted by teambgasm

  • “you know he wears too much make up right”
  • “what is he even doing”
  • “what are you even doing”
  • sass so much sass 
  • he will not have you obsessing over another 
  • your attention has to be on him him him him 24/7
  • “what is this” 
  • “stop”
  • he just won’t have it no just no
  • end of story


Originally posted by teambgasm

  • “what are you watching”
  • he will still be so cute and sweet
  • he will tell that you were so cute to be obsessed and freak out over boybands
  • he will try to watch it with you if you insist
  • “babe, can we please watch something else tonight”
  • he’s not gonna be bothered but you will feel bad so you turn your attention on his sweet face
  • “okay, i’m sorry”
  • “no you don’t have to say sorry, girls like you are the ones who makes me successful”
  • he will be the type that will brag about you in front of your bias on award shows
  • “my girlfriend showed me a few clips about you”


Originally posted by justmevip

  • he will think you’re cute af
  • he will stare at you and laugh at times
  • and you will become shy so you bury your head in his chest
  • “babe, are you like this with ikon performing too?”
  • he will be insecure if you look like you love them more than him
  • he will overthink stuff
  • so you have to show him just that much more affection so that he will stay happy
  • “i have to admit, kai’s dance moves are crazy babe”
  • “show me another clip of him dancing”
  • he will give a lot of compliments that are truthful and you love that about him


Originally posted by bikonics

  • “yahh what exactly are you doing?”
  • “fine if you watch that i will play my games! find me if you’re interested in me again”
  • “well how can i compete with sehun as the evil maknae!?”
  • he will be sulky and cute 
  • but sometimes if he’s bored he will be interested to see what other boybands are up to 
  • and tell his hyungs about it 
  • “hyung we should try something like this”
  • “whoa, how can he do that”
  • overall he will be so cute and you will be the one who forces him to watch and fangirl with you
  • and on award shows he will say in his mind like “why does he look so prim and proper he usually looks so hysterical”