transparent tapes

I am forgotten birthdays
and missed phone calls
and I’m sorry,
please forgive me,
I am so fucking sorry.

I am the spaces between sidewalks,
and body parts,
and people who get too close.
Please don’t get too close.

I am shards of glass,
and broken people,
and transparent tape struggling
to put each piece back together.

I am shattered mirrors,
and muted screams,
and silent cries under muffling fingers
desperately trying to keep the gasps in.

I am struggling to breathe,
and please hold me,
and don’t fucking touch me,
just leave me.

I am a mess,
and too much work,
and so easy to walk away from.
Sometimes I wish I was someone
I could walk away from.

—  I am a glowing Halo with a black shadow and sometimes all I can see is the dark.

Cy Twombly,
-   Leda and the swan (part i), 1980. / acrylic and oil on paper, 47 ¾ x 29 ½ in., 121.4 x 75 cm.
-   Leda and the swan (part ii), 1980. / acrylic and oil on paper, 47 5/8 x 29 ½ in., 121 x 75 cm.
-   Leda and the swan (part iii), 1980. / oil on reverse of an artist’s proof on handmade paper, 25 ½ x 19 ¾ in., 64.7 x 50. 3 cm.
-   Leda and the swan (part v), 1980. / paper with square printing, 17 1/8 x 13 ½ in., 43.5 x 34.4 cm.
-   Leda and the swan (part iv), 1980. / poster with a black and white reproduction of a work dated 1975, folded 14.6 cm from above 17 ¾ x 19 in., 45 x 48.3 cm.
-   Leda and the swan (part vi), 1980. / oil on paper with transparent tape in all four corners, 14 1/8 x 13 ¼ in., 35.8 x 33.5 cm.


 Summary: Ten years later, Levi reflects back with a cup of tea and an old photo album.

Pairing: RivaMika bc I am trash  

Note: I swear to it there is rivamika here please read to the end & YOU SHOULD REAAAALLY READ THIS WITH THIS PLAYING (gives you the whole feels shebang)


Situated at the far left corner of a comfortably furnished living room sat a man. His form rested upon the back of an old leather armchair, one hand flexed towards the side table, serving to occasionally to bring a cup of tea, black, as he had always preferred it to be, towards his lips for that slow sip, and the other to flip a page on an bulky photo album.

 Ten years had walked by since the last cry of the final titan that had been slain and ten years had gone since the first cry of man that became a signal for humanity’s long awaited victory. Levi glanced at the cover of the photo album, its edges weary and color faded. Photographs have been rare before, especially to them who served in the military where different priorities were placed above trivial matters. Though, idly thinking back to it, Levi felt somewhat happy they had occasional moments to spare to trap time within paper.

He pushed away his prior thoughts and flipped a page to face the familiar faces of Eren, Armin, and Mikasa staring back at him. He chucked wryly. Upon noticing Eren’s deep scrunch of the brow, looking rather angry, Armin’s shy glance towards the camera, and Mikasa’s deadpan gaze boring to the lens, Levi concluded this picture was taken in their younger days, probably within the first few months of their training. The rest of the page was filled with similar pictures he noticed. His eyes slowly scanned across photos of various 104th cadets some of them smiling, laughing, even glaring - courtesy of Mikasa, and some pictures of them training. 

Most of the photos he scanned by were of Jean and Eren either fighting or glaring, Armin waving behind a book, Ymir, with blushing Historia under her arm,and Sasha and Connie with their arms entangled and smiles adorning their faces. He chuckled at a particular photo; a red faced Jean leaning, or rather, attempting to lean close to an unsurprisingly deadpan Mikasa who very subtly leaned her body away. Either Connie or Sasha must have been the culprit behind this photo, he mused. 

Flipping through the next few pages, he stopped short at a particular photo of Erwin, Hanji, and himself. 

His eyes glazed with nostalgia at the sight of Erwin’s proud grin, broad shoulders and sky blue eyes. Erwin, in the picture had slung an arm over Hanji’s broad shoulders whose smile seemed even wider and the reds on her cheeks even redder. Even he, in the picture, even standing at a noticeable distance had looked at the two with an expression mirroring one of happiness, well as much happiness as you could get from the Levi after all. The picture had been taken after one of a successful expedition, so that must be the explanation of why Erwin looked less goddamned constipated for once, Levi thought.

He stopped yet again at a single photo shuffled crookedly to the corner. It was a simple photo of Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie seated on a bench with their usual expressions in place; Reiner with his proud smile, Bertholdt with his gentle eyes, and Annie’s expression resembling Mikasa’s usual deadpan look. Levi looked at the frayed edges with blank thoughts and flipped the page yet again. He willed himself to ignore the transparent gleam of tape that connected the rip of the photo midway.

Another photograph of them all caught his attention. Historia seated at the middle, a strong gaze steadied to the lens and her posture straight and proud. The rest of them had stood behind her, some smiling, some neutral with their hands fisted to their chests; their symbol for devotion. 

The rest of the photos from the album mostly consisted of the faces of cadets in different settings. Some were familiar, some not quite. Along the people, he noticed the notable fear in the eyes and the weary posture that they held their bodies and sighed proceeded to sigh woefully. The war had been long and so much was lost for the walls to finally fall. 

That moment had been captured in a photograph. It wasn’t a grand photo. Just a photo of open land. He remembered that field well. Probably just a few feet away would have laid the final titan face turned to the ground and body slump. It was silent, he remembered. There fell a hush after the creature fell with a thud. And then a cry. He didn’t know who, but he remembered a cry. It sounded somewhat a mix between a cry of victory and a cry of anguish. After centuries of bloodshed and fear within caged walls, the remaining soldiers joined the chorus and let out a cry. Some cried for those who were lost and some cried out of relief. Levi didn’t cry. He fell to his knees instead, with his hand curled to a fist over his heart as he bowed his head. 

Mikasa held Eren and Armin close to her and as well let out a cry. Eren had thought she resembled her nine year old self that day, raw and stripped of her armor; so Eren had let out a smile instead. Armin looked at the two, then the men who scattered themselves across the battlefield, and then the open walls and he too let out a cry. 

Levi turned the page again and stopped at a photo of a bonfire. The photo was solemn. The black of the night and the red hues of the flames in stark contrast against the faded linings of the paper it was stuck to. On the bottom, there lay a note.

“To all whom was lost- may we devote our hearts to your sacrifice and to humanity.”  

The line was written with quick, precise, strokes, and Levi has never thought for a few words to envelop him in so much nostalgia and longing before. 

The sound of a door opening and a mix of footsteps running and walking in pulled Levi from his trance. 


Levi looked, the confusion immediately dispersing from his features and stretched his arm out for his daughter to grab. He smoothed her black hair and lifted her up to sit in his lap as he listened to her animatedly talk about what she bought with Mama in the market. 

“Mama bought a lot of leaves! I asked why when we have a lot of leaves in our tree but mama said the leaves were for the tea shop but Papa what does she mean? How can you drink from leaves?” 

Levi looked at Lisa, his and Mikasa’s three year old daughter and smiled at her bewildered expression, “Mama and Papa have to brew them, baby.” Lisa still sat on her papa’s lap, still with a puzzled expression but nodded none the less. Levi chuckled.

“Papa, me and Mama saw Uncle Eren and Uncle Armin too! They said Auntie Sasha’s bakery is opening tomorrow. We should go, Auntie Sasha makes really good cake, papa. Can we go?” 

Levi ruffled her hair and replied, “We can ask your mama so we can go together, okay?”

Levi looked towards the kitchen where Mikasa had begun to organize the tea leaves into separate containers and caught her eye. “Jean has mentioned that Connie told him about the opening, so I don’t see why not.”  

Lisa let out a yell of a hooray at her mama’s approval and jumped from her papa’s lap, not before kissing his cheek (which Levi smiled at), and joined her mama in the kitchen. 

Mikasa paused from her work, swiped a strand of hair to the side and glanced at her husband. She studied as he sat on the chair, blue eyes looking far out the window and finally noticed the old hardbound album sitting on his lap. Mikasa moved towards Levi, taking the seat across from him and placed her hand on top of his. Levi jolted in a slight surprise from the touch, relaxed, then took her hand under his own. 

They looked at each other in a comfortable, familiar silence. Levi studied Mikasa’s face as her eyes, that used to look at the world with such a hardened gaze had now stared back at him softly. His eyes trailed down to her scar that peeked curiously from beneath black tresses and briefly thought back to its origins. 

Lisa’s sudden call broke the silence,“Papaaaa! Mamaaaaa! I’m finished! Can I set out the biscuits mama bought earlier?” 

Both Levi and Mikasa glanced at Lisa, amusement flickering in their eyes. Levi then looked at a framed photograph mounted to the wall. It was a photo of the three of them; Mikasa, finally without the deadpan expression and finally smiling, sat on the sand, with Lisa between her legs, his daughter’s eyes scrunched in laughter and Levi, sitting beside Mikasa, one hand slung over her shoulder, his eyes locked on his family, a calm smile ghosted over his lips. 

Levi’s eyes drifted towards his wife, with his daughter in her lap, hands reaching towards the plate and pretty blue eyes (which she got from him) in deep concentration over the arrangement of the sweets. 

Levi looked around once again, at the simplicity of his home, and the smallness of his family and grasped at the leather bound photo album tighter. 

Years back he would have never imagined to be in this position, always feeling like a piece ready to be sacrificed at any time, but as he looks at Mikasa and Lisa, Levi realizes that he has never felt more at home.

Thinking about how I was introduced to Ranma ½ via a friend, basically she had gotten a free copy of these Ranma VHS tapes and she was like “omg you hafta watch this”, so we watched it and got really excited about it together - then introduced it to MORE middle school friends with these tapes and we all had a good time watching the same 7 episodes over and over. 

Anyway the set looks like this, It was like 3 fancy transparent VHS

Each one like had it’s own theme? Like one focused on Ranma, one focused on Ryoga & the last one was “Rumiko’s Favorite” (which was just one of Ranma’s “power-up” arcs, I have no idea if that’s actually her favorite).

Still. Even in my head these episodes are part of like, “The Quintessential Ranma ½ Experience”, as silly as that sounds. I have the 1st season of Ranma on DVD, that’s really enough for me now, but if I ever find this set in a used store I’m gonna buy it.

MONSTA X Bodyguard I.M 'In Your Eyes'

Anonymous asked: drabble extension with I.M for the bodyguard au ? (I love this au so so much)

Anonymous asked: i didnt want to request this in fear of you getting tired of writing bodyguard! expansions, but if you wouldn’t mind could i request an expansion for bodyguard!changkyun from Monsta X? :)

A/N: You guys are too cute. I’m glad you’re enjoying the bodyguard au so much. I hope you like this as well. ^^ 

This is a drabble expansion of a reaction I wrote here.

It had been a long day and you could barely walk a straight line down the hall to your hotel room. The conference was going well but you hadn’t made as much headway as you’d hoped. On autopilot you reached to slide the keycard in the door, but your bodyguard plucked it from your hand. Surprised you looked over your shoulder to see him with his finger to his lips.

Gesturing for you to back away you watched as he traced his fingers along the doorframe. They seemed to catch at three different points. Satisfied he nodded and unlocked the door, entering first.

Changkyun had been your guard for half a year now. Although you were used to his eccentricities you had yet to learn all his tricks. Tossing your attaché down you sank into the couch and rested your head on the back. “What were you looking for just now?”

He was making his way around the room, looking for anything out of place. It was his habit to search a newly entered area like a dog checking out a new environment. “Tape. I placed transparent tape in three spots on the door. It’s an old trick to see if anyone has come and gone while you’re away. Most people only put one so if it’s discovered it can be easily replaced. That’s why I use three.”

“Hm. Seems pretty old school. I thought you liked your high tech gadgets.”

“Sometimes the old ways are the best ways. Especially if enemies are expecting the new ways. Plus it’s good to change it up. I think everything is how we left it.”

This wasn’t surprising news. Changkyun tended to be thorough in his efforts to guard you, whether it was necessary or not. It’d been a while since you felt any sort of danger, but maybe that was because he was so damn good at what he did. Sure he was odd sometimes, but he had a knack for thinking ahead of the game. You suspected he’d been raised playing a lot of chess.

Perhaps you’d ask him tonight. Usually you shared dinner as you got ready for the next day. It gave you time to talk and you found him charming. Not in a smooth, debonair way though. He was pretty much a goofball when he wasn’t focused on his job, but it was the contrast that drew you in.

One minute he’d be running through every possible scenario of attack and adapting his plan as necessary. Once he was sure things were secure he’d relax enough to let his mind roam. Tonight he put a plate of decorative bubbled glass up to his eye to view the world. It was that carefree curiosity that made you burn with questions of your own. How did it even occur to him to look at the world that way? And more importantly, what did he see when he did?

But what intrigued you most was how he could be perfectly composed until a simple question flustered him. Ask his opinion on an outfit and he’d turn into a stammering mess. You never did it intentionally, but when it happened it was adorable. No stranger to picking up on clues yourself you began to wonder if he had a crush on you. Maybe more? And what qualities did he see in you that fascinated him?

You hoped your suspicions were right because you’d developed quite the crush of your own. With a fanciful smile you reached for your case intent on getting your papers ready for tomorrow. Something felt a little off, loose papers? Why were there—you pulled them out and your heart froze. Amidst your files were photographs of you. Cut up and marked with obscenities. Red marker drew a grotesque smile on your face to match the one drawn below on your neck. Intimidation tactics at their most juvenile. Problem was, it was still effective. 

A sound of alarm must have escaped because Changkyun was by your side instantly. Gently he took the pages out of your hand and looked them over. His expression became grim.

“Did you leave your case alone at all today?”

Shakily you nodded. “A few times when I went to the bathroom.”

“When was the last time you looked inside?”

“Around seven or so?”

“That’s too close to us leaving for here. We’re not staying.” With smooth, efficient movements he started packing your belongings. “Who the hell could get clearance into a conference if your security personnel can’t even get in?”

“There were a few people I didn’t know.”

Making a noise of frustration he stopped to look at you, more determined than you’d ever seen him. Seeing how rattled you were he came over and placed his hands on your shoulders. Gently he used his thumbs to stroke along your neck in an effort to calm you. That probably wasn't standard bodyguard tactics but you weren’t complaining.

Looking deep in your eyes he tried his best to reassure you. “It’ll be ok. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I promise. Now c’mon, we’ve got to get moving.” ​

another world pt. 6

Originally posted by jaehynu

pairing: johnny x reader
genre: walking dead!au
summary: Who knew gun firing could be so romantic?
warnings: none

pt. 1 / pt. 2 / pt. 3 / pt. 4 / pt. 5

You woke up to a bright ray of sunlight, and smell of pancakes.

It’d been so long, too long since the last time you had anything close to the delicacy, but you’d never forget the smell of them. 

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