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Satine Kryze in 3.05

decisions (pt. 2)

summary; shawn and y/n see each other after weeks and months of missed phone calls and unanswered texts, but when they finally find a time to talk, hearts only continue to get broken.



It had felt like a stab in the back, but you couldn’t seem to pull the knife out. Shawn had chosen his girlfriend over you, and you couldn’t deny the obvious: you felt betrayed. You so badly wanted all of this to be a nightmare and to run into the arms of your bestfriend, but you knew that was no longer an option. 

The past three days have had you consumed with trying to get a hold of Shawn, begging for him to hear you out. Your heart told you to leave him be and to hate Shawn, but you couldn’t even will a finger to do so. The six going on seven year friendship between you and Shawn was too valuable to give up without a fight, but it was hard fighting a battle single-handedly. You might’ve been mad at the moment, but as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn’t ever get yourself to fully hate Shawn.

Luckily for you, Ian, Geoff, and Matt had been over at your house trying to comfort you since the night that everything blew over. You were initially surprised how they sided with you knowing how close they were to Shawn, but you were grateful for their support nonetheless. They’d check up on you, bring you food, and gave you the company that your heart so badly needed. The three were like the older brothers you never had.

“Seriously, thank you guys so much for doing all of this,” You gestured to all of the snacks, drinks, and games they brought over to you face.

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You woke up that morning feeling awful. That could only mean two things, you were sick, or your period had started. You felt the sheets, knowing that the latter was true. Embarrassed, you got up and noticed that Namjoon wasn’t next to you anymore. As you went to use the bathroom, Namjoon came back in. ”I just had to get some detergent baby. Go clean yourself up and I’ll take care of the sheets.” He kissed you on the forehead and preceded to pull the sheets of the bed. You were glad you had such a loving and understanding boyfriend.


“Ahh f*ck” you said as you woke up with a sharp pain in your side. You had exclaimed it so loudly, waking Seokjin up in the process. “Princess are you ok? You seem to be in a lot of pain. Let me give you a hug to help relieve it.” As he rolled over to hug you, he felt something wet on the leg of his pants. He stopped for a second, looking at his leg while you looked down and saw the huge red dot on the bed. You immediately covered your face and started to cry, feeling terrible that you had destroyed the sheets that Seokjin had just cleaned yesterday. Seokjin then grabbed you and gave you a loving hug. ”Don’t cry princess, I’ll clean them again. Go clean up and I’ll make you your favorite breakfast.” You nodded, feeling better in Seokjin’s embrace.


You had told Yoongi last night that you were on your period and that he should put down towels while you had sex. But Yoongi, being lazy per the usual, said that there wouldn’t be that much of a mess, since it was towards the end of your cycle. You agreed, and proceeded to have sex without the towels. It was dark in the room the previous night, so neither of you were able to see the mess on the bed. As your alarm furiously rung the next morning, you felt the bloody mess below you, and saw that it had splattered around to multiple areas of the bed sheets. Yoongi then woke up, groaned, and closed his eyes again. “Yoongi! Who’s gonna clean up this mess?” You asked.”I’ll do it later baby, now put on a tampon so you don’t bleed on here anymore.” Yoongi’s sarcasm made you giggle, and you got up and started to pull off the sheets, giving your loving but lazy boyfriend a little head start with his cleaning job.


Immediately after noticing that your bedsheets looked like the Japanese flag, you got up and went to shower. You knew that Hoseok wouldn’t like waking up to blood next to him since he liked to keep everything clean. So instead of seeing his reaction, you decided to stay in the shower for as long as possible to hopefully avoid him. You suddenly heard a loud scream and winced, worried about what was coming for you. The bathroom door flung open as you tried to cover yourself. “ARE THERE SNAKES IN THE HOUSE NOW JAGIYA?” He screamed, sounding more frightened than angry. You hesitated to respond for a second, but you knew you would have to admit that there weren’t any snakes or spiders in the house otherwise there would be a scared Hobi running around everywhere. “It’s just my period Hoseok. There are no snakes in the house. I’ll clean up the sheets in a bit, ok?” You stepped out of the shower and left the bathroom to start taking the sheets off the bed. Hoseok felt really bad about his outburst so he ended up cleaning the sheets and buying you a giant teddy bear and some chocolates later that day. You forgave him and kept laughing about his reaction earlier that day.


You woke up to the sound of Jimin snoring peacefully. Since you had to get to work early that day, you quietly got out of bed, but gasped a little when you saw what was on the sheets. A big, bright red stain, indicating that Aunt Flo had decided to make her monthly visit starting today. You started to walk out of your room to get some stain remover but Jimin woke up right at that moment. “Jagiya..” he said in a groggy voice. “Go back to sleep Jimin,” you replied. But he shifted over a bit, believing you were still there as he tried to hug you. Instead, his hand landed on the big red spot, making his fingers wet. He immediately woke up and stared at this hand. “Get out of bed now and I’ll clean the sheets. It’s my fault anyways.” Jimin continued to stare at his hand but snapped out of it after 20 seconds. “Don’t bother Jagiya, I’ll clean the sheets today.” Later he came home with a box of tampons, blushing as he gave them to you. “I figured you would need these.” Jimin was such a cute little mochi sometimes.


As your alarm rang and rang, you finally woke up, not ready to start the day whatsoever. You turned to your right, wanting to wake Taehyung up as well. But instead you saw him, wide eyed like a young child, looking between your legs. “Not now, Taehyung,” you said as you covered his eyes, not wanting to have sex that morning. But he wouldn’t stop staring, which was unusual for him, considering he was such a gentlemen. Wondering what was so interesting between your legs today, you looked down, only noticing a large red stain on the sheets and your pants. “Jag..jag…Jagiya? Do I need to take you to the hospital? You’re bleeding a lot. That’s a lot of blood.” He sounded so worried that you felt a little mad at yourself for laughing as you said your response. “It’s just my period Taehyung. It perfectly normal. It just means that the condoms are working and I’m not pregnant. So no, I don’t need to go to the hospital.” Taehyung’s expression changed and now he looked ashamed at himself for not remembering what it was right away. “Oh I’m sorry Jagiya. I’ll buy you whatever you need ok? And I’ll clean off everything as well. Now go take a shower and get cleaned up.” He kissed you on your forehead and gestered toward the bathroom. He came back later with chocolate and candy, which he gave to you with his beautiful box smile as he apologized for acting ridiculous earlier.


(A/N this is the really smutty part, so skip if your not into that)

Your eyes slowly opened to the feeling of something between your legs. Trying to ignore the weird feeling, you looked at your phone and saw it was 4 AM. Suddenly, you realized that someone was fingering you. You moved your head to the right and saw Jungkook, one hand in his pants and the other in yours, quietly moaning as he tried not to awaken you, which was ironic considering what he was doing at that moment. “I swear if we don’t have sex every night this kid just goes crazy,” you thought to yourself. “Jungkook get your damn fingers out of me right now!” you yelled-whispered. “Hmmph,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out of you and preceding to lick your juices (he was half asleep during this). But something tasted odd, fishy almost, not a normal thing to come out of you. Jungkook immediately woke up and winced, disgusted when he noticed blood and his fingertips. You also realized that the sheets had been stained because you had forgotten to put another pad on when you were fighting with Jungkook because you didn’t want to have sex with him the night before. “So that’s why you didn’t want to have sex with me…” whispered Jungkook as his mind started to make connections. You were really tired, so you preceded to fall back asleep. When you woke up, it was light out and Jungkook was nowhere to be found. Instead, a giant teddy bear and a box of pads were next to you with a note that said “Sorry Y/N. I’ll be more considerate next time, and I’ll try to control my hormones too. If you need anything just text me. -Jungkook”. You were happy that Jungkook was considerate, even though it took him a while to understand things sometimes.

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Once, the band was on a trip to Anaheim to do the Disneyland parade trip and sightseeing and all that jazz, you know? Well, we all get back to the hotel that night, and everyone heads to the pool because we aren’t used to warm weather and things just get crazy, kids shouting, running, splashing, making out, the works.

But then. A bunch of kids crammed into the hot tub and made a circle around the outside edge and put their hands in the middle, and then got this 12 year old who was somebody’s little brother and he was just laying flat as they all raised and lowered him in and out of the water, the whole time chanting, alternating between, “Sacrifice, sacrifice, SACRIFICE,” and random stuff that somebody would shout out like “In-N-Out, In-N-Out, IN-N-OUT!” After a while the band director came down because there was apparently a noise complaint and they were going to send security down if it continued, and he doesn’t even tell anyone off. He just leans down, smiles, and says, “I don’t care if you keep sacrificing as long as you’re in by curfew. Just–pianissimo.” And then leaves.

Dear Connor Murphy (Connor Murphy x reader imagine)

A/N: Hello! Thank you all for reading and for the amazing support! I was going to start on requests, but this idea jumped into my head and wouldn’t leave me alone. This is darker than my first two so let me know what you think! I will admit that I cried a little writing this, so be warned.

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Words: 1367
Warnings: One or two swear words. Suicide! If this subject is triggering for you please skip this! I’ll have some fluff tomorrow!

Dear Connor Murphy,

I don’t want to be writing this to you. I never wanted to write this, but you’ve given me no choice.
When we met I thought I knew who I was, and then you arrived like a freaking tornado and changed everything. We had all just come back from winter break, and we’d never really talked, but we’d been in the same math class since freshman year. We only started talking because I loved highlighting notes in class and the teacher took away my highlighters. You commented to me how that was bullshit and let me borrow a few of your own. It’s funny how something so simple could change our lives.
We started talking after that, mostly on preferred methods of organizing our school notes. You hated a messy binder, and we loved talking about how we should run a class on how to take perfect notes. Somehow we found stupid jokes about highlighters and binders hilarious, and when it was just us we lived in our own world.
The outside world found our friendship weird. The freak and the girl next door, sounds cliché right? Not for us, and if it was we didn’t give a shit. With you I didn’t have to hide how messed up life could be, and with me, you could just be a boy, not the crazy kid at school. When we had our anti-Valentine’s Day movie marathon and you kissed me the pieces seemed to fall into place.

Nobody was surprised when we started holding hands and I showed up to school in your hoodies. Even though nobody was surprised there were still glares, snide remarks, and mean comments. Ignoring them was hard, but together we managed because we were a team. Our nights were spent entangled in each other’s arms laughing and sharing secrets while splattering kisses upon each other. Saying it was perfect would be a lie, nothing is perfect, but we were damn close. No matter what was happening we were constants for each other. After fights with your parents you climbed into my window, and after fights with mine I would call you and you would rush over to hold me. Our relationships with other people could be falling apart, but at least we still had each other, even when we fought.
You would get mad when you were insecure, and I would get upset when I felt alone. Sometimes you would scream, or sometimes you would go silent. I would hold you no matter the emotion and you did the same for me. While in holding each other calm settled over us and all the big emotions we felt seemed distant. The only thing we could feel was security.

Before we knew it summer had rolled around and we spent each and every day together. We knew senior year would be hard so we treasured every moment together. I would wake up to you and fall asleep with my head on your chest, legs overlapping, and bare bodies together. Our most private moments switched between those where we divulged hidden pain and ones where we held our naked bodies close.
You told me about the pain you felt, how lonely you would get, how sometimes everything seemed useless. I never shied away from talking about it, and you even said it was getting better, that the thoughts weren’t there as often and life had more meaning. You had never lied to me before that.

When you didn’t show up the first day of senior year a part of me knew. I decided to go to your house after school, denying what I knew deep down. I pulled up to your house and saw ambulances and your parents standing on the porch with blank faces. I don’t even remember getting out of the car, but I remember the feeling of shattering inside me. Your mom and I sat on the couch together, for who knows how long while police asked her questions and I held her hand. Your dad just stared out the window, while your sister stared into space while at the dining room table. I’m supposed to stand in front of people and tell stories about you, but all I can do is feel anger.

You left me. Maybe that sounds selfish, but I get to be since you killed yourself. It doesn’t even feel real to acknowledge that. I keep expecting you to show up in my bedroom and tell me this was just one mean prank, and I would yell, but you would hold me and everything would be okay. Instead, I hold your hoodies as I try to fall asleep, but I can’t sleep. I just rethink everything I did, and everything I didn’t do.
Now I’m just always tired because when I close my eyes I see you and everything that could have been and would have been, and that hurts too much. With my eyes closed I catch glimpses of the sideways smile you would give me when we were driving, I catch glimpses of your favorite jeans that have a hole in the cuffs. I catch glimpses of you in my bed. I catch glimpses of what would have been our first apartment, the tux you would’ve worn to prom. I see you and me carrying groceries and fighting over wedding invitations and baby names. But then I see you dying alone, and your eyes lifeless. I see you being announced dead in your room which you won’t ever walk in again, so I get to be angry. I get to be angry because you left me and took our future away with it. We were going to be that annoying couple that everybody looks up to. We were going to move Oregon after school, eventually buy a house, and have kids that would have your eyes and laugh. It all would have been so beautiful.

I’m angry so I don’t have to be sad because if I were sad I wouldn’t ever stop. The sad keeps creeping in though. I want more time with you. I want more time to memorize the way you wrap your arms around me and the way you kissed me. I want more time to remember the exact sound of your heart beating and the way you said my name. I’m trying to hold onto how you smelled and the way you laughed. I wish I could’ve frozen every moment with you so I could have memorized every detail. I want to go back and count the colors in your eyes and the freckles on your back. It all went by so fast, I wish I could have slowed everything down and relived every moment with you and savor every breath you took. I’m so angry and sad and lonely all at once with you gone. Maybe it was naïve to think that I could love you back to happiness, but I tried; I tried so hard. Now you’re gone and I can’t wish you back, no matter how much I try. I can’t give you my heartbeat so you can live, no matter how much I want and I can’t join you no matter how much I want to. All I can do is try to live, but when you left I died with you. So I’m angry Connor, and I’m sad, but I’ll try to stay upright. I promise you that I won’t move on even if that’s what you want. You were my future; you still are my future even if you’re gone. Before I knew you my future seemed average, go to school, find a man who treats me okay and turn into the person I never wanted to be. Now I refuse to be that, to turn into that. I’ll try my hardest to live a life that I want, one where I break the expectations ahead of me, just like you taught me. So even though you won’t walk next to me, you’ll live in me. Every breath I take and step I make will be because of you, and together our future will be as bright as your smile.



Whether Han and Leia were “bad parents” or not is really irrelevant to the fact that Snoke was grooming and preying upon Ben Solo canonically since he was in the womb. I think they had their failures, but they loved their son. Parents make mistakes, period. Sometimes GOOD people do the WRONG things that end up affecting their child in irreversible ways. Saying maybe Han and Leia had a hand in what happened with Ben is not shitting on their characters  – it’s trying to look at the interesting story that’s being told and finding out the “whys” and “hows” of it – and recognizing the realities of our real world and how this story could help us reflect on that. Good people fuck up. Good parents fuck up. Kids with good parents can still be preyed upon by horrible people and lose their way.

Edit: Also, Leia was apparently aware of Snoke and didn’t know how to handle it… which is another factor here. It’s understandable… but as an allegory, it seems a lot like how parents aren’t equipped to deal with their mentally ill child and so they do nothing or put it off on others. Again, understandable, but still… a mistake and deficit in parenting.

Also, while Han was sometimes present during Ben’s childhood – he was also sometimes an absent father and husband. Leia OPENLY thinks on this in the extended canon novels – she thinks about Han and Luke when she’s pregnant with Ben, and how she just wished they were there and not traipsing around the galaxy when she needed them sometimes.

And Han was sometimes absent not just physically, but EMOTIONALLY, ok? The man wholeheartedly never feels he can connect with his son at the level Leia does because of Ben’s Force sensitivity, and that DOES affect their relationship. He admits he isn’t sure if he’s cut out for being a father. While, YES, he took Ben to the races and all that and OF COURSE he loved his son… he didn’t connect well with Ben. He actively mentors OTHER young kids and forms attachment to them as replacements for Ben because of this lack of connection between them [[as he did with Rey in TFA ]]– that is canon, too, so… I dunno, says something about how Han felt as a father to Ben, imo.

Add on top of this Leia, Luke, and Han all neglecting to tell Ben his TRUE heritage – all the while probably telling him how GREAT Anakin was. He was this Jedi, and so is Luke! WOW! Meanwhile, Ben is wrestling with this darkness inside him, and this creepy old, rumpled up piece of chewed up gum is sticking his tendrils into Ben’s mind and warping his view. Ben almost certainly felt like a total failure in the face of this unachievable legacy before him. And it WAS unachievable, because Luke and Anakin BOTH had gravely faced the Dark Side at different points – although Anakin fell, while Luke did not.

Yeah, you know, lying to your child their entire life so that they feel like the struggles they face must make them “broken” and “wrong” sounds like a really healthy foundation for a relationship. **ROLLS EYES**

Also, we don’t know the reason yet WHY Ben was sent to be with his uncle and if it WAS because of some big Force accident… like, to bring it to a personal level, I dunno about you but if my parents had been like, “sorry kid, you’re a crazy autistic and we can’t handle you – best if we send you over to your auntie because it’s too much for us to handle… I’m sure you can understand”… well, as a CHILD I’d be heartbroken. I would have internalized that. It would have broken my spirit and soul. Kids don’t realize that kind of behavior can have logic to it – they internalize things like that and make it about rejection.

Like… I’m sorry, but that’s the whole POINT with Anakin, too. That the Jedi Ways™ advocate this detachment from family and loved ones and force kids away from their family and those they love to “condition” them into using a part of the Force and SHOVING DOWN the “dark” parts – anger, frustration, fear, love, attachment, passion.

Also, Ben Solo did not cut off contact with Leia just because he felt like being a dick to his mother. Luke and Ben were traipsing around the galaxy in unknown regions and sometimes transmissions were lost – that’s why he didn’t interact with her for long periods of time. I am seeing a stupid ass post float around about how Leia and Han could NEVER HAVE BEEN PARENTS WHO EVER MADE MISTAKES because… people don’t want to believe that good people can be bad parents.

Ok, to add a FINAL note to this rambling vaguepost, I also want to mention that there are more ways than one to have a “bad” or traumatizing childhood. Trauma is not a blanket experience. While Ben had two parents who loved him and who he loved, and he had an uncle who was probably eager to teach and train him… that doesn’t mean they couldn’t make mistakes or that he could experience no trauma outside of his family’s influence. That Snoke was grooming him since INFANCY should be a BIG ASS CLUE that he was traumatized.

Speaking as someone who was also groomed and abused by an adult as a child, it haunts you your whole life. You can never let go of the things that person says and does – they hang over you like an eternal dark cloud. It’s traumatizing, so don’t reduce that kind of trauma just because society likes to sensationalize different kinds of trauma, like extreme poverty.

Wow, this post is fucking long, but I’m tired of seeing that damn post float around like it’s all a one-dimensional, flat story that you can make sweeping statements about. I didn’t even cover every bit of what I wanted to say but this is long enough as is and probably won’t be read by many people anyway.

Confessions | Peter Parker

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Peter Parker
[Y/N] = Your name
Word count : 1023

this imagine is based off three prompts, “What do you mean you don’t like Disney movies!?”, “Would you like to explain why you showed up at my window covered in blood?”, “What if I told you I was in love with you since we were kids.”.

You leaned against the ugly bright yellow lockers of Mid-town High. You fooled around on your phone, as you waited for your best friend Peter Parker. He has been constantly busy, his main excuse being his stark internship, and you wanted to spend time together. It’s been ages since the two of you’s last hung out and it was killing you, you missed your friend.

“Peter!” You called as he came into view with a crowd of students who had just finished their final class of the day.

He accompanied you by the lockers, uttering a simple reply. “Hi, (Y/N).”

“Since you’ve been so busy recently with, well whatever you’re doing for Tony Stark. I thought it would be fun to start doing movie night again! It would be a nice distraction from your hectic life and we’d get to spend more time together. I was thinking we could start tonight and marathon a couple Disney movies!” You explained with a cheery smile.

Unlike yourself, Peter was wearing a frown. “Uh, well I don’t really like Disney movies and-

What do you mean you don’t like Disney movies!?“ You exclaimed. You noticed a few people turn their heads towards you and Peter and you realized you might said that a little too loud, oops.

Peter shrugged. "They’re not my thing. Also I don’t think I can make it tonight, I have to do the Stark Internship.”

Your smile vanished and you grew upset. “Oh. Whatever, it was just a stupid idea. Your Stark Internship is more important anyways. I’ll see you around then Peter.”

The disappointed, hurt look on your face made Peter feel horrible. He hated seeing you like this and he hated how he was the one responsible.

Peter landed a punch to one of the thug’s face, the force had him stumble a few feet backwards, however he was fighting back with strength in the matter of a minute. Another one snuck up behind to attack ‘The Spiderman’, only to have Peter turn around with impressive reflexes and punch him hard in the gut. He fell clutching his stomach, leaving Peter with time to tie him in a series of webbing. With only one thug left to worry about, Peter was assured he’d be done here in no time.

Peter approached the thug ready to swing a punch, until the thug pulled out a pocket knife and knocked Peter to the floor. He figured the knife must have slipped because a small part of his bright red suit tore, revealing a large bloody gash on his forehead. He sighed, he definitely didn’t need this cut with the addition of the various others scattered on his body.

Before the thug could inflict anymore harm Peter sprung up and knocked him out cold. He tied him up in his famous webbing and left him to lie beside the other wrapped up thug. He disappeared from the scene, swinging from building to building.

Once he reached the alley he dumped his bag in, he grabbed it and began swinging to your house without even bothering to change out of his suit. The sad look on your face today, and from every other time he bailed on your plans was haunting him. He felt so horrible for disappointing you constantly. He decided it was time to finally tell you where he was really running off to.

Once he reached his desired destination of your bedroom window he removed his mask and tapped on the glass loud enough for you to hear.

You jumped up from your bed where you happened to be reading a book and darted to the  window. Your eyes widened in shock once you saw none other than Peter Parker in a Spiderman suit, his forehead painted with blood.

You opened the window before speaking. “So, would you like to explain why you showed up at my window covered in blood?”  

“Wow, you didn’t even mention the suit.” He joked.

You smiled. “Well sorry for being more worried about the gigantic gash on your forehead.”

“Is it really that bad?” He asked. “Aunt may is going to kill me.”

You laughed. “Come inside.”

Peter entered through your window and you dashed to your bathroom to grab a first aid kit. You sat Peter down on your bed and began to wash any blood off his face before proceeding to clean his cut. There was a comfortable silence, the only thing audible was both of your breathing.

Once you finished you finally spoke. “You should probably change.”

Peter nodded. “I have a pair of clothes in my bag.”

Peter began changing and you turned away awkwardly. Once he finished you initiated a conversation.

“So, you’re Spiderman.” You said.

“Yep. This is the reason I’ve been so busy recently.”

“That explains so much. Although, never in a million years would I have thought, my best friend Peter Parker is The Spiderman.” You smiled. “This is crazy, does your aunt know?”

“No! And it’s important she doesn’t find out.” Peter answered.

“Okay, Okay. Anyways, now that you’re here, how about movie night?”

Peter grinned. “Of course, let’s watch some Disney movies like you suggested earlier.”

Your face lit up. “Really!”

The happy expression on your face made it impossible not to make Peter smile even more, if even possible. “Why not. There’s just one thing I want to say before we start.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

What if I told you I was in love with you since we were kids.

“What?” You questioned.

“(Y/N), I uh, I’m crazy about you. I love you so much, and I definitely regret not telling you earlier.” Peter said with nerves to a high extent. When he looked at your shocked expression he quickly added. “If you don’t feel the same, i-it’s okay I understand.”

“Oh my God Peter, this is great! I love you too.” You exclaimed.

Peter regained confidence. “Really?”

“Yes.” You nodded. There was silence to accompany this until Peter spoke.

“So can I uh, kiss you now?”

You laughed. “Of course Peter.”

You both leaned in sharing a sweet, soft kiss.

Honestly I could really kiss We Are Temporary right now because of how they’ve remixed Ke$ha’s track Die Young but also why they’ve remixed the song like this. If you didn’t know there was an ongoing court case regarding producer Dr Luke sexually abusing Ke$ha which, unfortunately, she lost which has no means she has to produce music with the man who sexually abused her for another 6 albums, absolutely ridiculous to say the least. This remix has taken away everything from Dr Luke’s production leaving only Ke$ha’s voice and a new raw and dark electronic based track that is 100% Dr Luke free, like Ke$ha should be - Jakk

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anonymous asked:

Do you think it's true that Cole is likely more in love with Lili than she is with him? I don't know what to make of her feelings for him.

I find it interesting that this is NOT the first time I’ve been asked this same question. I’ll answer in a similar manner.

When you’re in a loving relationship - I don’t think there is such a thing as one person “loving more” than the other one. I’m married to my sweetheart. I don’t think I love him more than he loves me… I just love him with everything that I am and he does the same for me - and together, we’re happily in love with each other. Love isn’t a contest and if you start making it about “who loves more!” then you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.

I think the same could be said of Lili and Cole. It may have started out with one of them being interested in the other first (and there is a whole school of thought on who was first - I subscribe to the Cole first version myself) - but at some point you stop keeping score about who loves more and just accept that you are loved.

Besides - look at the way these two crazy kids look at each other… we talk a lot about Cole’s heart!eyes… but Lili has them too.

Tattoo Girl (G.D) Part 1

Summary: Grayson, his twin brother and their 3 best friends work for the police force. They’re working on busting the biggest drug case of the century, ran by the most dangerous gang in America. While busting down doors, and trying to track down the bad guys, Grayson’s attention turns to a mysterious girl with a mysterious tattoo. Who is she? Where is she from, and what’s her story? What happens when you fall in love with one of America’s top 10 wanted criminals?

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, violence, guns, and blood. Cursing. 

A/N: It’s here! The new series is here! I’m really excited about this one! It’s a little different from all the fluffy lovely dovey stuff I write, but I really like it, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Feel free to let me know what you guys think about it! Love you guys <3

( All the characters are in their mid 20s in this series. )

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Grayson’s POV

My name is Grayson Dolan, and I work for LAPD. I’m a head narcotics cop, and alongside me were my best friends Ethan Dolan, and Nate Garner. Ethan also happens to be my twin brother, and Nate has been our best friend since high school.

Our other best friends Aaron, and Jack works for the police force also. They were double agents, who would soon be ranked with us, once we bust this big drug case.

It was Ethan’s, Nate’s and I’s weekend off, but we were called into LAPD headquarters for a meeting. Chief never holds meetings on a Saturday, so whatever this was about, its clearly important.

I should be listening to the chief, but I was doodling away in my notepad. For the past 2 weeks, every page in my notes is filled with drawings of a compass, with leaves floating around it. It was actually a girl’s tattoo that I was drawing. I have no idea why, but I just couldn’t get it or the girl out of my head.  

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There was wayyy to much playground drama between kiddo and her friend Kenney

Tears were shed

toys were taken

Feet were stomped

I had to mediate and it was about another 10 minutes before the next fight began over who was doing the monkey bars first

In the end they said maybe they’ll be friends


Lois & Clark Month: Week 5 - Most anticipated moment
Lois & Clark’s first real kiss

“Fortunately there’s no doors here tonight“

anonymous asked:

OR Mark moves on, sure, but he still remembers. He remembers his crazy, but amazing egos. We, the fans, always remember how much we loved them and how much mark and the egos helped us. We show our kids and grandkids all these crazy videos by a great man, a man who helped millions of people. The egos never fade because they're always with us, each generation keeping them alive in memories.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario where aizawa's hero wife kisses him in front of 1-a. Thank you! I'll make sure to follow you blog right now!

First ask! Thank you, it means a lot to me aha and thanks for the follow. I hope you enjoy it <3 I’ll be doing this from the hero wife’s pov!

A soft sigh escaped me as I walked through the empty hallways of U.A Academy. So many memories were running through my mind and a smile crept up on me before I even realized it. My destination was class 1-A, one that Shouta had been telling me about constantly. He normally didn’t talk about his class with such enthusiasm and it was such a rare occasion to have some free time so I decided to head on over to meet the little buggers. With my hands behind my back, I took my time strolling through the halls and some students were roaming around as well. They smiled and waved which I humbly returned.

Soon enough I’d reached the classroom and I heard Shouta speaking to his class. A huff came from me. He sounded so dull when he spoke to his students! I wished he would portray such admiration to the kids like when he talked about them at home. I rolled my eyes and smiled at the thought. He’s always had a tendency to keep that stoic face with the same monotonous tone in his voice. 

I pushed open the door, stepped in, and closed it behind myself swiftly. Immediately all eyes were on me. I offered a small wave with a gentle smile. 

Hiya! I’m (Y/N). It’s very nice to meet you all. I chirped with a respectful bow. They seemed to recognize me as a hero and excited hushed whispers ran throughout the room.

Hm? What’re you doing here? Shouta spoke up as I walked over and pulled him into a hug. 

Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about with your students. You never seem to shut up about em. I replied. 

Some snickers were heard from the class along with confused whispers. Shouta simply shot everyone a glare and the room was dead silent afterwards. I raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly. 

Looks like you have them well tamed. But you should let up on them, honey. I shook my head. 

Honey!? The whole class seemed surprised by this. One kid with a mess of blonde hair jumped onto his desk and yelled at us. “Why the hell did you call him that!? And why are you so.. clingy!? It’s gross!” 

I turned towards the class with a confused look, lifting my left hand and pointing to the rings on my finger. “Because I’m his wife?” 

“His wife!?” The whole class went into a mass hysteria after that and I couldn’t help but watch. All the students were shouting so much and asking so many questions I couldn’t even tell what language they were speaking anymore. Shouta sighed and rested his head on my shoulder. “Now look what you did. He mumbled. 

I ran my hand through his black hair and shrugged my other shoulder. “It’s your fault for not telling them sooner.” I gave off a childish pout with a small glance to him. Then I raised my voice. “Alright, SHUT UP. The class was silent again.

Man she’s just as scary as him… One student muttered. I laughed.

You really don’t believe me?” Some murmurs came from them. “Fine, I’ll prove it.” Immediately after, Shouta seemed to understand what I had hinted at and dipped me rather dramatically. I could see some students leaned over their desks with anticipation, others had a look of disgust. I swore one kid was blushing so hard I thought his face would melt right off. 

Without a second thought I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips against his. It was a rather sweet kiss. Shouta’s lips were always surprisingly soft and tender despite how rough he looked. Students fell out their seats, jumped onto their desks, and straight out yelled as the kiss lingered. Even after we parted the damn kids were still going crazy. We stood up straight and merely watched. 

I like this class! Their funny and actually adorable.” I said. My husband sighed with his hand on my waist. “Well class is definitely going to be difficult after this.” He muttered. I stuck my tongue out playfully. “Love you.” “Yeah, love you too.”