well i can only live without one

The signs as: K-drama cliches

ARIES:  when a character goes into a fit of frustration by kicking their legs in the air repeatedly and thrashing their bodies around until the whole bed/couch/floor is a mess and so is their hair

TAURUS:  when character A watches in adoration as character B stuffs their face with delicious food or drinks/having a whole day filled with them eating street food and going clubbing

GEMINI:  the main character always treating the happy-go-lucky side character like crap for comedic effect, but it’s kinda sad bc they never apologize

CANCER:  the infamous umbrella scene. “I dislike you/don’t know you that well, but I can’t let you get soaked in the rain so I’m gonna hold this umbrella/cape over you bc I’m just a good person and I’m totally not interested in you”

LEO:  having 284 different shots/angles of the main characters’ first kiss/hug. That zoom in slo-mo of character A pulling character B into their arms and embracing them for the first time/locking lips with them

VIRGO:  there’s always that ONE THING that has to destroy the couple’s relationship. Whether it’s bc your bride needs to kill you or she dies, or you somehow went back in time a couple hundred years and can’t tell your prince bf

LIBRA:  the main characters always being bound together by destiny such as outside supernatural forces/parallel universes/connecting timelines from the present to the future or past

SCORPIO:  seeing that happy montage of the main couple after all their ups and downs, and knowing something terrible is going to happen shortly after

SAGITTARIUS:  character A tries to convince themselves that they don’t need character B, and do everything they can to distract themselves by working/drinking/dating someone else, only to finally admit to themselves that they’re in love 

CAPRICORN: the rich, cold, mysterious character always falling for the person who needs help…but they’ve convinced themselves that they totally don’t like this person until they finally admit it on like the last episode

AQUARIUS:  having an idol/famous actor who’s worked alongside one of the actors on another series before appear in almost every kdrama, whether it’s a short cameo or one of the main characters

PISCES:  that scene when they clutch their chest and cry waterfalls for seemingly no reason, only for us to find out that something horrible occurred later on to reveal this character’s sadness and why they’re emo 

My interpretation of the MOON signs

(You could probs relate your sun if you want maybe even your rising)

Aries: they take up your life: being loud, leaving mess on the stairs, creating arguments out of thin air and always filling the void with their drama. Very self-centred but oblivious to it so I’ll let it be. Problems they hav always someone else’s fault. Very loving and cuddly and express passion easily. Never stick to hobbies after announcing that its there biggest passion n cant survive without it. Though, they don’t wait around for things to be handed to them - they are always up to something interesting. Independent.

Taurus: they are great to spill your words upon and never flinch when u say something deep or shocking so it makes u chill af cause they are…Most of the time…they can get angered when things aren’t as it should as they are very stubborn. don’t like people who aren’t committed to friendship or plans/dreams and dont like people who dont give their stuff back. Seemed to hav cows eyes: very deep n dreamy and long eyelashes -often brown eyes that i know of or watery blue eyes. lov food or other luxuries.

Gemini: childlike, like everything light hearted and humorous. there has to always be words to fill up the quiet spaces otherwise they start to get agitated. Dont like boring people and will blatantly walk off or something. Nervouusss people. Tapping all the time. When they’re in a goood mood they’re goofy but can become detached and cold and become a bit of a smart arse. Like knowing their shit.

Cancer: homely people. Warm and loving to fault as they are always let down by others who do not give the same warmth and pure emotions back. I think they could probably guilt trip u many times. emotions are not hidden which is good and bad because shots are firedddd and their words filled venom when there really cheesed off. Like lots of nice things. also love cute fluffy animals. Love their family to be always near - protective can become smothering. Talk about the ‘good old days’ 24/7.

Leo: why are you so posey and dramatic? They like to tell a tall tale - love to add bits to the truth to make it more exciting - which is actually interesting to hear tbh so good job :) they love to be centre of attention obvs. Also hold their heads high and always seem taller than actually are. Full of exuberance. & they often believe in their abilities so they achieve good grades and r smarttt!

Virgo: lovs when people do little silly things for them because they like when people are as detail orientated as them. expect too much of people becaus they do too much for others. Nervous but lowkey cause their earthiness sort of makes it hum in the background. Has potential to be shady. I love their organisation, chills me the f out. Some reason i feel they be really good at ASMR videos because of their voice & movements. and they r actually quite talkative but its usually nothing too intellectual or snobbish just good natter. Bites their nails!

Libra: i dont get them. They dont make an imposing impression on me as they’re delicate and not too in ya face. Loves knitted jumpers and wearing light colours Ive noticed. Sweet n gentle. Probs could get away with murder. Gets really into things like a celeb or tv series for a while. Has fan blogs probably. like to talk about things such as kpop, clothes, items in their neat pencil case and make up. Idkkk

Scorpio: protectivveee. Intense. Passionate about theirs hobbies and interests. Can become lost in their own intellectual, abstract world forgetting what is truly important until they realise and become regretful and then hold many unresolved grudges. They are e m o t i o n a l but try to hide it - constantly simmering and on the verge of erupting. Though they are quite interested in their own passion - they’ll hype u up about yours and talk for hours about theirs and your own dreams. Abstract knowledge that seems to appear out of no where when they speak -unconventionally smart.

Sagittarius: want to escape reality. Someone i used to know would read a lot of books - probs erotic - she also used her work as escapism? her husband wouldn’t take her on holiday:( another i know comes across very cool and full of knowledge and like to says corny things like ‘you might as well live your life to the fullest because you’ve only got one’. acts like a philosopher. Has gooood taste in music. knows everyone and can keep good relationships with all of them.

Capricorn: thinks they’re are funny af but peeps often laugh at their jokes cause they’re just a bit shit. Tries to come across cool 😎looking for a for job but isn’t working out lol. Wants fame n fortune. they love to talk deep and intellectual without getting too personal. probably quite lovey dovey but it is buried deep inside them. likes to keep it light by listening to music or watching the telly otherwise there thoughts overwhelm them. ( i hav cap moon so might look like a different viewpoint to the others moon signs)

Aquarius: loves to make a point that they are different lol. Intellectual af cause they really smart. Can talk for hours on end but still likes down time. they are the world’s friend but they only let a few know the real them (if thats is actually the real them ). Quirky sense of humour. Hav big dreams and most likely succeed in pursuing them. they are very open about weird stories and experiences they hav had which is fun to hear. will hav something to say about every topic on earth - love to share an opinion.

Pisces: too kind for their own good. They know your weaknesses/insecurities from first time you meet. i think they have melancholy spells which they find themselves in a trance - i catch them staring blankly quite a lot. Love to ask if you’re okay. Mooody. Let down by humanity. Very chatty and has of cool things to say. Music may rule their life - musically talented in one case ik (probs used as escapism). Can be burdened with very unsettling thoughts of not being good enough; making sure they keep there reputation for being the nice guy which means getting pushed about

Studio Ghibli & Mr. Miyazaki starters

- suggested by Anonymous and pulled from various films/sources

  • “You cannot alter your fate. However, you can rise to meet it”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden”
  • “I’ve got something I want to protect - it’s you”
  • “I think we ought to live happily ever after”
  • “Once you’ve met someone, you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return”
  • “It will protect you. It’s made from the threads your friends wove together”
  • “Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can’t remember it”
  • “We need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes, it’s not easy”
  • “I make friends, then suddenly I can’t bear to be with any of them”
  • “Here’s another curse: may all your bacon burn!”

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OUTLANDER SENTENCE STARTERS
  • No, I said I won’t have you dying for nothing. 
  • I won’t be. I’ll be dying with you.
  • Look, you told me that you could never get close to your mother, that she lived in another world. Well, maybe she’s trying to show you that world.
  • It’s not important if I believe it. She believes it. I’m just saying, we need to keep an open mind.
  • Only two people know what the truth really is, and one of them is dead. Too bad it wasn’t you.
  • Can I ask you something? How do you do it? Finally say goodbye to that one person you loved most in all the world?
  • Truth is, I’ve never been very good at saying goodbye.
  • But that’s the hell of it, isn’t it? Whether you want to say goodbye or not, they’re gone and you have to go on living without them. Because that’s what they would want.
  • Well then maybe we’ll all get to watch her slam her head into a five ton slab of granite.
  • May he have mercy on us all.
  • What kind of god creates a world where monsters thrive and beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
  • The same kind of god who also offers an opportunity for redemption.
  • I’ve been dying for years. It’s a wearisome process. I welcome its conclusion.
  • It’s like you read my mind.
  • I kept my word. I lay my vengeance at your feet.
  • I must say, this is a damned inconvenient time to be conciliatory.
  • Why did you pretend not to recognize me? I was afraid you would just blurt out my real name.
  • I know what you did. You championed me and exiled me both at the same time.
  • What am I to do with such a bloodthirsty barbarian?
  • Is your thirst for slaughter not quenched yet?
  • Surely there’s another woman you could have kiss you goodbye?
  • Fortune drops out of the sky and onto our doorstep. Convenient, is it not? 
  • Why should we waste time with all this Shiite?
  • It’s been horrible. He forced me to mend his socks and to fetch his meals.
  • I think I know a wee bit more about this than you do.
  • So, will I be allowed to join you at dinner tonight?
  • They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
  • We may have to rethink our decision not to lie to one another.
  • And you, witch who sucks the cock of the devil. I’ll see you in hell.
  • You’re not what I ordered. But, you’ll do.
  • You should have trusted me with that knowledge from the beginning.
  • Every now and then it is OK for you to lie to me, you know, just to put my mind at ease.
  • Aye. I’ll remember that for the next time.
  • I’ve been thinking. Remember you said I owe you a life because you saved mine? Well, I saved yours as well at least as often. Seems to me we’re even.
  • Ashamed. Like I’m a different person now, and I’ll never be the same.
  • So you had to start yourself up with a whore before you could stand to be with me?
  • This is wonderful news. Why did you wait until now to tell me?
  • The way I see it, we’re doing a bad thing for a good reason.
  • Isn’t that what all bad people say?
  • Well, I am an unusual lady. At least I used to be.
  • Told you that dress would bring us grief.
  • How can you save a man that doesn’t want saving?
  • I lie here feeling I will die without your touch, but when we do touch, I want to vomit with shame.
  • If you take away the one last thing that makes sense to me, then I will die with you, right here now.
  • You think I cannot control the darkness I inhabit? One way or another, I will get a response from you.
  • Love forces a person to choose. You do things you never imagined you could do before.
  • Go get the shovel.
  • You might want to remember who has the pistol.
  • It looks like I’m going to a fucking barbecue.
  • I want you ____. I want you so much I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?
  • You are my home now, ____. 
  • It’s often something like this. But, no, this is unusual. It’s different.
  • Take off your shirt. I want to look at you.
  • I’ll never forget when I came out of the church and saw you for the first time, It was as if I stepped outside on a cloudy day and suddenly the sun came out.
  • Doesn’t it bother you that I’m not a virgin?
  • You control your nerves. Your nerves do not control you.
  • It doesn’t matter where you come from. You’re here.
  • Sometimes I wonder what I did to make the devil punish me like this. 
Fanfiction - The Teacher

Request for a fic. Everyone is joking about professor Sam in Barbour. Could you write a professor Jamie story. Claire is a student but Older and more intriguing than all the young giggling co-eds

…In the meantime, I had this anon ask sitting on my inbox for some months now – and I’d hate to let this fantasy go unattended!

The Teacher

Those girls were ridiculous, Claire thought. Madly fluttering their eyelashes as if a constant influx of dust was getting into their eyes and always bending over, using the pretence of catching a fallen pen or pencil, only to expose their cleavage. Claire felt she was inside a documentary on the mating rituals of college girls and, even if slightly amusing, it also disturbed her in an irrational way.

Health Management was an extra class for her – a way to get a couple more credits that would speed up her academic course. She was already almost ten years the senior when compared to the other students attending Medical School – her years as a nurse had given her a lot of useful resources, but also made her feel she was constantly battling time. It was an interesting class, that mixed concepts of health and economics, to ensure the future doctors based their decisions in cost-effectiveness. In spite of being well taught and useful, whispering was a constant background noise – clearly the result of female hormones going rampant. The problem was not the subject, Claire knew – was the man leading the class.

Professor Fraser was young and remarkably handsome – his Scottish accent and deep voice, combined with astonishing blue eyes, which he hid behind black rimmed glasses, inspired great admiration amongst the women in the classroom. The fact that the class functioned at all was a testament to Fraser’s capacity of using leadership skills and imposing respect.

A couple of girls next to her giggled and Claire distinctively heard one of them, a blonde bombshell that undoubtedly belonged in a house named after a Greek alphabet letter, saying “I would slide my hand bellow his kilt anytime…”

Pursing her lips and rolling her eyes, Claire continued to sketch with her sharp pencil in the back of her notebook, struggling to focus again on the contents of the class. The shade in the external corner wasn’t quite right, she noticed, furrowing her brows in annoyance.

“Am I boring ye, Miss Beauchamp?” She heard a voice demanding her attention. Claire looked up and noticed all faces turned to her, clearly awaiting her reaction to being caught distracted. James Fraser stood next to the board with his arms crossed, his lips forming a half smile, expecting her answer.

Yes. “No, Professor Fraser.” She replied in a casual tone. “I was just taking notes and got distracted. May you repeat the question, please?”

“I see.” He said in a serious – disappointed? – tone. “Anyone knows the answer? Miss MacKenzie?”

“Replacing the blood gas machine would be the best measure.” Laoghaire MacKenzie glowed like a lit candle - marvelled that for once she had managed to upstage Claire and gain Professor Fraser’s attentions - offering a victorious look through the corner of her eye, which Claire blatantly ignored.

“That is correct.” He nodded, raising a brow in Claire’s direction. “I’d recommend that ye pay more attention to the class, Miss Beauchamp.”

“I bloody would if it wasn’t for your fan club.” Claire complained in a low voice, after he had resumed the class.

As the class ended – students rushing to the door to get to the refectory in time for lunch, talking about a hot party later that week -, Claire assembled her notebooks and pencil, storing them inside her green rucksack – made of what looked like army green fabric with a painted red cross, akin to something a doctor would wear during the Second World War.

“May I talk to you, Miss Beauchamp?” Professor Fraser asked politely, as she walked down the stairs in direction of the door. The room was almost deserted, only a couple of latecomers remained inside, struggling with coats and piles of books.

“Of course, Professor.” Claire stared at him, expectantly.

“Ye were distracted today.” He pointed, closing the book he had used to prepare the current subject. “Is something bothering ye, Claire?”

“No.” She firmly replied, her eyes downcast. “I’m sure I can’t be the first student you caught daydreaming. Why are you making such a big deal about it?”

Jamie gave her a concerned look, his blue eyes wrinkling in the corners. He was sporting a small stubble, that combined with his impeccable plaid shirt, gave him a look of casual handsomeness.

“Ye are one of the best students in the class.” He said slowly, neatly placing his books inside his own bag. “I wouldna like ye to squander yer potential. If something is disturbing ye, I’d like to help ye if I can, that’s all.”

“It’s fine.” She insisted in a harsher voice, her hands slightly trembling. “I don’t really need another man to tell me I’m not good enough and can’t handle things. Because I am quite capable!”

“I’m not saying ye aren’t, Miss Beauchamp.” He pointed patiently, glaring at her increasingly red face. “In fact, I think I just said quite the opposite.”

“I can’t focus because all the girls around me are acting like crazy hens, cackling over you!” She accused in a mordant voice, going completely berserk despite her best rational alarms going off in the outskirts of her brain. “I’m here to study – I have so much to learn still and my age will hurt me in spite of how good I keep proving myself again and again – and all they can think is to shag the teacher!”

“Ye’re crossing the line, Claire.” Jamie warned, his voice now low and dangerous. “I might be younger than ye – just a few years, really - but ye’re not exactly old enough to convince me ye’re getting senile by acting out and being disrespectful. I am the teacher here.”

“Then you should bloody act like it!” Claire growled, the hammer of anger – and jealousy? – pounding against her ribs. “Stop being so nice and attentive, because you’re clearly giving the wrong message!”

“What?!” His mouth was ajar, the pulse on his temple throbbing in anger. He practically tore his glasses away from his face, discarding them on the table with a dry sound. “I never made any advances on one of my students. The mere suggestion my behaviour is borderline unethical is a verra serious one, Miss Beauchamp. It can get me suspended if anyone in the faculty board hears it.”

“I’m sorry.” She hissed, fidgeting with the closing mechanism of her rucksack. “But you have to recognize that you are young and…handsome.” Claire swallowed her, her voice strangled. “You can pass the wrong impression just from breathing.”

“Maybe ye should drop this class.” Jamie suggested, slightly turning away from her in order to shield his face from her sight. “I can ask Professor Raymond’s permission for you to assist his Alternative Medicine class. It will give ye the same credits as mine.”

“Yes.” She swallowed hard. “Maybe I should.” They stood there, facing each other, their eyes battling when words had failed them.

“Claire.” He asked, his voice ragged but softer, warmer. “Who told you ye werena enough?”

“My husband.” She avoided his eyes, twisting her lips in a grimace. “Ex-husband. He was a teacher too. Thought I couldn’t handle becoming a doctor – I should settle to what I already was. He was very vocal about it. That’s why we divorced.”

“He was wrong.” Jamie said softly, but firmly. His eyes were all shades of blue – stormless skies, bottomless oceans, rare wild flowers, starry nights, infinite horizons. “I hope ye ken that. Because I certainly do.”

“Oh.” Claire babbled, feeling utterly ridiculous after her outburst. He had his long-fingered hands placed on the desk between them – in her eyes they seemed made to lovingly caress a female body, to demand responses with brutal kindness, to hold a smaller hand that could fit perfectly. “Thank you.”

“It has been a pleasure teaching you, Claire.” He said quietly. “You have a lively mind and a sharp wit. They’ll serve ye well. Yer age won’t hinder ye, lass – it only makes ye that more intriguing and capable.”

“I’m sorry.” She gave him a weak blushing smile, reinforced by the way he responded with a small grin. “I can be quite…rebellious, when my heels are being stepped on.”

“I have witnessed it first-hand.” He laughed, brushing his copper hair in a display of nervousness. “Ye seem to have forgotten one of yer wee notebooks.” And, without waiting for her answer, strode to the place where she had been sitting, collecting her pad.

She knew he would see it – she had been working on it for most of the class and had left it open as she hurried to leave. It was a rough drawing of a blue eye, with a familiar catlike shape – framing it was a verse from her favourite poem in her stylized hand, “Da mi basia mille”.

Deinde centum.” He completed, caressing the sheet with his fingertips. “If ye’re not my student anymore,” He said in a hoarse voice, turning to look at her with a burst of hope in his eyes. “I’m finally free to ask ye out on a date, as I’ve wanted since the day I first saw ye sitting on my class.”

Video Games

As introverts, we love being alone with oodles and oodles of books. Our houses are almost always stocked to the brim with our favorite snacks, our Netflix always ready to be used, and our furry companions are never far from our side. Outside of being an avid reader (though I’m in a slump right now), I’m also an avid gamer as well. I love being lost in the worlds of whatever video game I happen to be playing. I know I’m not the only one. Video games allow us to be connected without actually having other people around. They fill our lives with immeasurable joy and excitement we can control. Video games allow us to do whatever we want and not get in trouble or be judged. What’s your favorite video game series and why? What’s your favorite gaming system(s)? (I LOVE the Bioshock series to pieces.)

bad girls don’t get to play ❖ jongin

@caramelnini requested : Ooooooo can I request a sugar daddy Jongin au? And could he get jealous that you get a job and don’t depend on him as much? It could be a smut if you want it to be, I don’t mind 🌸 And congrats 🌸🌸🌸 I love you guys

word count : 1149

admin : -neb

genre : slight fluff, slight smut, slight angst, slight everything

warning : sugar daddy! Jongin, CEO! Jongin

Originally posted by baekthecorgi

You close the door behind your back and turn on the lights, your backpack still on you when a deep, familiar voice makes you jump in your position.

“Hey baby.” Jongin greets you with a warm smile, wrapping you in a hug. Your head is rested on his broad chest and you can smell his manly, relaxing perfume, it feels like home. You are at home. He kisses your head and plays a little with your hair before letting you go.
He stayed away one whole month for a very important business trip and even though you had the whole mansion by yourself you missed your daddy. Your smile grows by the second.

“How was the business trip, daddy?” You ask him, throwing your backpack on the sofa as usual and leaving your shoes next to the entrance.

“I don’t want to talk about it now.” he says, approaching you and wrapping your waist with his toned arms, that move made you smile. You missed his gentle touch on your needy skin.
You feel his hot breath on your neck as he starts to trail sweet butterflies kisses on your neck, his big hands squeezing your sides perfectly.

“You know what i want to talk about, baby girl?” he whispers, biting hard down your neck to your collarbones. A whimper escapes your mouth as you tilt your head back, leaving him more space to work on, like a painter and his blank canvas. He was your Monet and you were his canvas, he drew on you stars and flowers with his soft lips.

“I want to talk about your new job.” he growls. “So you’re now a secretary, mh?” he detaches his warm body from yours, making you feel empty and aroused. You can feel the desire for him, wetting your pricey lingerie that he bought especially for you.

“Answer me, Y/N.”
When you work out what he just said your eyes shot up to his angry gaze, catching a little bit of jealousy and pride hidden in his big, cold eyes.
While he was away you had the need to apply for something since you dropped school for him and you found yourself writing to people that could give you a job. You found this old man, a doctor, who needed a secretary, so why not earn some money by yourself? Jongin was already doing too much for you. 

He was already letting you live with him in his enormous house, even though he insisted for it, and wasn’t letting you pay any bill and gifting you expensive as fuck gifts. You just felt like you were being a burden for the big, important CEO of the Kim’s & Co. like many newspaper were saying. “The CEO of Kim’s & Co. Kim Jongin spending time and money on a girl who dropped out of school, shameful” Little did they know Jongin was the one who proposed the drop-out since he wanted you all by himself.
So you decided to do that in your spare time, a job that didn’t need a graduation. But you didn’t think Jongin would take it this way.

A sick relationship? You didn’t know, but you needed him more than the air you breathed, and you were his favorite doll, his one and only. You could hurt yourself for him, if he’d ever ask, but you know he would never. You both are caught in each other’s trap. Too busy being in love to try to escape.

“Didn’t I tell you that you could live and depend on me for everything? Babygirl, i think i made it pretty clear - he growls in your ear - you’re mine and mine only. And i want to be your only one, for whatever you need.” he says, his voice lowering and his gaze boring into your guilty eyes.

“Y-yes daddy, but it was getting boring here without you!” You whisper, hesitant and a little bit scared. Jongin can become intimidating when he’s angry, but you know too well he loves you and he would never do anything to you. There’s just something into his dark eyes that’s sending shiver down your spine. He never fails to make you feel forbidden emotions for such the young woman you are.

He snorts and scoffs, pinching your sides and bringing you closer.

“Well, i guess the little independent girl here is in troubles with daddy.” he says, jokingly. His voice softened a bit, but it still manages to make you shiver.
He starts to walk with you on his expensive, polished shoes and stops at what it seems to be the white leather couch. He throws you on the cushion and he hovers you, his broad shoulders blocking your visual and his handsome bare face in front of you.
His gaze intense in your eyes.

“Don’t you think bad girls need punishment, mh?” he starts lifting up your pink skirt, caressing your naked thigh and kissing your neck.

“No, daddy, please.” you whine as you squirm on the couch, his arms blocking you from every movement right after.

“Shhhhh baby girl, let daddy do what he gotta do.” he whispers, biting your lips, shushing your words of protest.
His cold fingers draw a line on your covered clit, sending chills to your craving core. Oh god, you missed his touch. With one finger he slides your lace panties down your thighs, entering your boiling meats right after. His digits sliding smoothly, stretching your walls as he scissors and curls his fingers inside of you.
You feel your breath hitch and a moan escapes your mouth. His sinful lips are making their art on your neck while his hands are working on your clit, making you see stars. His pace is painfully slow.
One, two, three fingers enter your wet core and abuse your entrance, leaving and coming in again as thousands little dots of light are forming on the ceiling.
He speeds up, then slows down, biting your neck  and drawing imaginary circles on your needy clit with his thumb.

“Our bad girl is enjoying her punishment too much, don’t you think?” he whispers, a little evil smirk forming on his red, swollen lips. You whine loudly in disappointment right after he exits your womanhood and licks his fingers, staring into your eyes and laughing playfully as a slight frown appears on your previously relaxed face.

“Alright, daddy’s going into the shower.” he says, starting to strip his white shirt down and undoing his belt. You stand up from the couch, still dizzy, ready to follow him in the shower like every other time he gets back home from a business trip.
His eyes meet yours and the oh-so-annoying-but-so-sexy smirk reappears.

“And you’re not allowed to come.” He states before going up the stairs.

Damn, you’re gonna stay unemployed for the rest of your life if this is the punishment.


heyO guess who’s back ??

yup, only me heh

I managed to get some time between homework to write this thing who caught my attention, hope you liked it, sweetie ! 🌟

- neb

Hey guys! I created another collection of quotes from the psychologists. You know the drill! I hope you enjoy these inspirational quotes and find them inspiring too!

Carl Rogers

  • “The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.”
  • “The good life is a process, not a state of being. It is a direction not a destination.”
  • “The very essence of the creative is its novelty, and hence we have no standard by which to judge it.”
  • “The only person who is educated is the one who has learned how to learn and change.”

Erik Erikson

  • “The more you know yourself, the more patience you have for what you see in others.”
  • “We are what we love.”
  • “I am what survives of me.”
  • “Life doesn’t make any sense without interdependence. We need each other, and the sooner we learn that, the better for us all.”
  • “In the social jungle of human existence, there is no feeling of being alive without a sense of identity.”
  • “The way you ‘take history’ is also a way of 'making history.'”

William James

  • “The greatest use of a life is to spend it on something that will outlast it.”
  • “This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.”
  • “Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.”
  • “When you have to make a choice and don’t make it, that is in itself a choice.”
  • “Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.”
  • “To change ones life: Start immediately. Do it flamboyantly.”
  • “Truth is what works.”
  • “We are all ready to be savage in some cause. The difference between a good man and a bad one is the choice of the cause.”
  • “The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another.”
  • “The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.”
  • “It is our attitude at the beginning of a difficult task which, more than anything else, will affect its successful outcome.”
  • “If you want a quality, act as if you already had it.”
  • “There is but one cause of human failure. And that is man’s lack of faith in his true self.”
  • “If you care enough for a result, you will most certainly attain it.”
  • “Begin to be now what you will be hereafter.”
  • “The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes.”
  • “Action may not bring happiness but there is no happiness without action.”
  • “Human beings can alter their lives by altering their attitudes of mind.”
  • “Nothing is so fatiguing as the eternal hanging on of an uncompleted task.”
  • “Be willing to have it so. Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune.”
  • “We have to live today by what truth we can get today and be ready tomorrow to call it falsehood.”
  • “The world we see that seems so insane is the result of a belief system that is not working. To perceive the world differently, we must be willing to change our belief system, let the past slip away, expand our sense of now, and dissolve the fear in our minds.”

Albert Ellis

  • “There are three musts that hold us back: I must do well. You must treat me well. And the world must be easy.”
  • “The art of love is largely the art of persistence.”

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

  • “Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.”
  • “I believe that we are solely responsible for our choices, and we have to accept the consequences of every deed, word, and thought throughout our lifetime.”
  • “The ultimate lesson all of us have to learn is unconditional love, which includes not only others but ourselves as well.”
  • “Love is really the only thing we can possess, keep with us, and take with us.”
  • “The opinion which other people have of you is their problem, not yours.”
  • “The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.”
  • “Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from.”
  • “People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”
  • “Consciously or not, we are all on a quest for answers, trying to learn the lessons of life. We grapple with fear and guilt. We search for meaning, love, and power. We try to understand fear, loss, and time. We seek to discover who we are and how we can become truly happy.”

Erich Fromm

  • “There is only one meaning of life: the act of living itself.”
  • “The task we must set for ourselves is not to feel secure, but to be able to tolerate insecurity.”
  • “There can be no real freedom without the freedom to fail.”
  • “If I am what I have and if I lose what I have who then am I?”
  • “Creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties.”
  • “Only the person who has faith in himself is able to be faithful to others.”

Alfred Adler

  • “Man knows much more than he understands.”
  • “It is easier to fight for one’s principles than to live up to them.”
  • “The only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well.”
  • “The chief danger in life is that you may take too many precautions.”

Sigmund Freud

  • “Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.”

Albert Bandura

  • “In order to succeed, people need a sense of self-efficacy, to struggle together with resilience to meet the inevitable obstacles and inequities of life.”

Abraham Maslow

  • “What is necessary to change a person is to change his awareness of himself.”
  • “If you plan on being anything less than you are capable of being, you will probably be unhappy all the days of your life.”
  • “If you only have a hammer, you tend to see every problem as a nail.”
  • “The ability to be in the present moment is a major component of mental wellness.”
  • “What a man can be, he must be. This need we call self-actualization.”
  • “A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.”

Karen Horney

  • “Thou shalt free thyself from convention, from everyday morality.”
  • “Life itself still remains a very effective therapist.”

B. F. Skinner

  • “When you run into something interesting, drop everything else and study it.”
  • “I did not direct my life. I didn’t design it. I never made decisions. Things always came up and made them for me. That’s what life is.”
  • “The way positive reinforcement is carried out is more important than the amount.”
  • “A failure is not always a mistake, it may simply be the best one can do under the circumstances. The real mistake is to stop trying.”

Carl Jung

  • “Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
  • “As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.”
  • “A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them.”
  • “In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.”
  • “There is no coming to consciousness without pain.”
  • “The word 'happiness’ would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.”
  • “Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”
  • “We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect. The judgement of the intellect is only part of the truth.”
  • “It all depends on how we look at things, and not how they are in themselves.”
  • “Follow that will and that way which experience confirms to be your own.”
  • “Nobody, as long as he moves about among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble.”
  • “The least of things with a meaning is worth more in life than the greatest of things without it.”
  • “Knowledge rests not upon truth alone, but upon error also.”
  • “Man needs difficulties; they are necessary for health.”
  • “We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.”
  • “Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.”
  • “The most intense conflicts, if overcome, leave behind a sense of security and calm that is not easily disturbed. It is just these intense conflicts and their conflagration which are needed to produce valuable and lasting results.”
  • “Man is not a machine that can be remodeled for quite other purposes as occasion demands, in the hope that it will go on functioning as regularly as before but in a quite different way. He carries his whole history with him; in his very structure is written the history of mankind.”

THE DARK KNIGHT SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • What do you propose?
  • It’s simple.
  • If it’s so simple, why haven’t you done it already?
  • If you’re good at something, never do it for free.
  • Just have to figure out what he’s after.
  • So why steal them?
  • Then why do you want to kill me?
  • I don’t want to kill you!
  • What would I do without you?
  • You complete me.
  • How soon can you move the money?
  • Give me one reason why I shouldn’t have my boy here pull your head off.
  • And I thought my jokes were bad!
  • Alright, so, listen, why don’t you give me a call when you wanna start taking things a little more seriously. Here’s my card.
  • We’re not intimidated by thugs!
  • You know, you remind me of my father.
  • Well hello, beautiful!
  • A little fight in you. I like that.
  • You have all these rules, and you think they’ll save you!
  • The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules. And tonight, you’re gonna break your one rule!
  • Going to see your wife? You love her?
  • Have you ever wondered what it would be like to listen to her die?
  • If I tell you, will you let me go?
  • It’s not about what I want, it’s about what’s fair!
  • You thought we could be decent men in an indecent time. But you you were wrong.
  • The world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance. Unbiased, unprejudiced, fair.
  • He didn’t do anything wrong.
  • I believe, whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you… stranger.
  • Can you avenge evil without becoming it?
Maybe

Request: Hi! Can you please do an imagine where the reader first comes up in the maze and when Gally jumps into the box, she beats him up and Newt got sent down to convince her they aren’t dangerous? It would be nice if you could include a part where he gives her a tour and they feel something towards each other, but they are both too scared to admit it, but I know you’re busy so I wouldn’t mind if it got excluded. Maybe things could get a little heated if that’s okay with you…..

I know this is well overdue. I am so extremely sorry for being so late with my imagines. I know I asked for requests and disappeared just like that, but due to sudden unavoidable circumstances have I been inactive on Tumblr and only now started to write my long list of requested imagines. I promise I’ll get them done as soon as I can.

About this one… I kind of made Newt and the reader know each other before, because I couldn’t see such a quick connection without familiarity. I hope you don’t mind and that this imagine has lived up to your expectations. And again I apologize for the delay.

You blinked a few times, willing all of this to go away. Where were you? What were you doing here? Who were all these boys? Who were you?

You shook your head, denying everything. Why couldn’t you remember who you were?

Your thoughts were cut short as a boy jumped into the pit you were in. He was seventeen, maybe eighteen, with rough hands and a disgusting nose. You felt threatened.

“Hello?” he said, edging towards you. “I know you’re probably confused and sca-”  

You lunged at him before he could finish. Your arms and legs were flailing wildly, and your fist made contact with his jaw. He let out a guttural scream but they were cut short as you kneed his thigh. He doubled over and you kicked him.

Again.

And again.

Suddenly arms were pulling you back, dragging you away. Several, actually. You thrashed and swung your limbs only to have more hands stopping you. The boy- Gally, as you heard someone call him- was lying on his side and groaning, blood dribbling from his mouth as people tended to him. You felt guilty for a second, but survival instincts and panic took over your gut. You screamed at tried to squirm your way out of these people’s grasps.  

“It’s okay.” Someone said. The calmness of his voice made you falter and look up.

Two warm brown eyes stared deeply at you. “It’s alright. Everything’s okay.” The voice murmured, soothing you. A thumb gently rubbed your elbows, causing ripples of calm to pulse through your body. “You’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you.”

You felt clutching hands letting you go and only two still clasping your forearms.

You stilled and look fully at the boy holding you. He was tall, with soft sandy hair and thin orange lips, a tranquil and at the same time concerned look on his face. You felt yourself trust him almost immediately.

“You promise?” you whispered, hearing your voice for the first time.

“I promise.” He replied, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

**********

“This here is the homestead, and there we have the fields.” said Newt; the boy who calmed you that other day in the box. He was giving you a tour of the Glade, the place you landed in with no recalling of how you got here. Or before that for the matter.

“What’s that?” you asked, pointing at the vertical large gap in the seemingly walled up site.

Newt’s expression turned dark. “It’s an entrance.” He replied.

“To where?”

“The maze.”

You gave him a questioning look.

“All in good time.” He said, patting your shoulder. You felt butterflies churn in your stomach when he touched you. You fended them off. You just met him, right? But you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you knew him before, like… you had a connection. Each time you smiled at each other it was like electricity hummed in the air.

“Just don’t go in there unless you want to be torn apart and eaten by loud and unseen creatures.” He said, causing you to snap back from your thoughts.

You furrowed your eyebrows and he laughed, even though there was an edge to his tone.

“Moving on.”

He guided you through the fields explaining about the rules as much as he could. You weren’t really paying attention to his words. All you could think about was that cute accent in his voice, which sounded so familiar, the way he ran his hands through his fluffy, gorgeous hair, the way his arms contracted when he walked that tuned his biceps… until he stopped talking.

He smiled, and you blushed knowing that he knew that you were checking him out.

Sort of.

You suddenly found the grass very interesting. You poked at it with your foot, refusing to look up.

He laughed, causing you to frown. “What?”

“Nothing.” He replied. He met your gaze and smiled. “You’re cute when you blush.”  

You reddened even further.

“This might sound strange, but I feel like…” he furrowed his eyebrows and sighed. “Forget it, it’s probably nothing.”

He continued showing you around the Glade, and all you could do was debate in your head about whether or not to tell him about the familiarity which you felt. After a while you decided not to, scared that he might think you were delusional. But you could almost swear he felt it too.

**********

It had almost been a week since you had come to the Glade. By now you had grown accustomed to it and its rules. But not your feelings towards Newt. The connection between you two only seemed to grow which wouldn’t have been a bad thing if he admitted that he felt something too. You could almost hear the hum of electricity when you were around him.

Like right now, for instance.

“Pass me that box, Y/N?” he said.

You were helping him arrange some supplies in the homestead. You hadn’t got an official job yet so you just helped around here and there.

“When’s more stuff coming up?” you asked, handing him the box.

“After about three weeks.” He replied.

Newt reached for a shelf but abruptly slipped. You instinctively reached for him, only to result in you tripping and bumping into him; which in turn caused him to fall and land on top of you.

You blinked, your head slightly throbbing from hitting the floor. Your gaze came into focus, and you realized that Newt’s body was pressed against yours, his face only centimetres away. You blushed.

“I’m so sorry.” He grunted, attempting to get up.

All you could do was redden at the proximity of your bodies, your heart beating faster. His arms were on both sides of your head, his cascading locks brushing your brow, the pressure of his body causing you to let out a small gasp.

Newt stopped struggling and gazed at you, then your lips. You found yourself staring at his too.

You moaned as his lips moved against yours. Your arms circled his neck, kissing him back, letting out all your feelings into that embrace. Heat coursed through your body, and the feeling of his arms tightening around you as you rolled on the floor caused you to deepen the kiss. His tongue traced yours and youmoaned. He suddenly pulled back and both of you gasped.

You traced your fingertips along the back of his neck.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” He said, cupping your cheek with one hand as you sat up. “Ever since I first saw you, I had this feeling that I knew you before, like you meant something to me.” His thumb ran gently across your jaw line. “I felt this connection, this protectiveness over you. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I think… I think there was something between us before, before all this.”

You leaned into his touch and lightly pecked the tips of his fingers. “I felt the same way too. This familiar feeling came over me each time I saw you. I think you’re right.” You felt the corners of your mouth lift. “There was something between us before.”

Newt studied you intently. “What about now?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, pretending to think deeply. “What do you want us to be?”

“I don’t know…” he said playfully, leaning in. “A couple, maybe?”

You smirked. “Maybe.”

Interview translation (Takumi Shu)

This is from one of the trilogy era fan books, an interview with Ace Attorney writer/creator/director Takumi Shu about Phoenix and Edgeworth. I posted it on the PW Kink Meme before but since I finally jumped on the Tumblr bandwagon, I figured I might as well put it up here too. Enjoy~


Interviewer: The profile that the fans came up with for Wright is published on page 46. What’re your thoughts on it?

Shuu: You all put a lot of thought into that, didn’t you? Personally when it comes to Wright, the more I try to unravel him, the less I understand. When it comes to Edgeworth, he’s a little more unstable in some ways than the average person, so that actually makes it easier to think up interesting replies for him. But with Wright, I feel like he’s the type who leads a relatively normal life with both feet on the ground. And he’s quite average. That actually makes it more difficult to imagine what his life style is like.

I: As you say, Inaba-san and Iwamoto-san both described Wright as “average.” (see page 48)

S: I suppose so. He gives the impression of having been raised in a very normal family. I think he probably grew up in municipal housing or apartment building with his family. I bet even now he’s renting a normal apartment. He probably commutes to the bath house and stuff.

I: When it comes to his mode of transportation between his place of residence and his office or the bath house, it seems that a lot of fans are of the opinion that he rides his bike…

S: Couldn’t it be like a granny bike [characterized by having a basket on the front for carrying a purse/groceries]? I don’t really think a mountain bike suits him (lol) Just so we’re clear, I don’t ride a granny bike (lol)

I: Train and bike were mentioned, but what about other modes of transportation?

S: It’s been established that he doesn’t own a car. I can’t picture him driving one, it just doesn’t fit his image (lol)

I: Does he have his driver’s license?

S: Probably not.

I: While we’re on the subject, what about you, Shu-san? Do you have your license?

S: I don’t, actually (lol). That might have influenced Wright in a way.

I: The next item on the player input survey is about “part time jobs he had in college.” In average Wright’s case, there seems to be a general consensus that it would’ve likely been something that had a lot to do with serving people’s daily needs or the hospitality industry, but since he was enrolled in the art department, I think it would be interesting if he’d done some artistic modeling.

S: He might’ve also been something like a manga artist’s assistant.

I: What exactly was Wright studying in the art department?

S: I actually have an established headcannon about that. He was hoping to become a Shakespearian actor. That’s why he was enrolled with the art department. Influenced by that experience, his gestures tend to be a little exaggerated

I: So did he plan on someday going to England to study acting, then?!

S: I think he did. But then while he was enrolled, a newspaper article about Edgeworth caught his eye. After that he changed courses and started studying to be a defense attorney so that he could meet Edgeworth.

I: I wouldn’t have expected him to pursue an acting career. So does this mean that he’s actually pretty capricious?

S: I wouldn’t call him capricious exactly; I think he’s more the type that once he starts thinking a lot about a certain thing, he becomes very single-mindedly fixated on that thing (lol). I already mentioned that in the “his ‘type’” section though, didn’t I?

I: I see. Let’s talk about his taste in cell phones. What sort of phone do you imagine him owning?  I’m betting that since he’s hopeless with technology, he has a very basic model that he’s used and loved for a long time. Is that right?

S: It’s probably one of those old basic straight phones [as opposed to a slider or flip phone which were more common in Japan when this was written]. But even as old as it is, he still hasn’t managed to ruin it with over use. I doubt he’d bother to replace it until it actually breaks… He doesn’t seem like he’d be able to afford an upgrade before that time (lol)

I: Wright keeps taking jobs that don’t end up paying much, so he doesn’t seem like he has much money.

S: And we probably shouldn’t underestimate the cost of maintaining that office of his. It’s in pretty good shape, and there’s a decent amount of room in there. But I think that for Wright, in contrast to wealthy Edgeworth, a poorer image suits him pretty well. If you think of him that way, he, how should I put this… it adds flavor to his character (lol)

Interviewer: Looking at the responses we gathered from the fans, we got some pretty nice comments, but it still feels like there are gaps here and there. What can you tell us about Edgeworth’s character?

Shu: Compaired to Wright, don’t you think Edgeworth’s details are easier to imagine? How should I put this… it’s easy to play around with different aspects of his character. Once I decided that he was rich, various inspirations about him just kept coming to me.

I: Speaking of his wealthiness, it looks like the fans, in regard to his living quarters, imagined him to have rather expensive tastes.

S: I wonder (lol). I think he might be the owner of a large dog. Its collar is white and has frills on it. If you’re going to keep a large dog like that indoors, I suppose an expensive apartment would be best. He’d be like, “Hey, Pess! What’re you barking at?!”

I: …Pess?!

S: That’s the dog’s name (lol) Edgeworth doesn’t seem like the type who’d be good at communicating with other people or horses, Pess is the only one he can really communicate well with.

I: Pess is the only one, huh? (lol) That’s pretty blunt.

S: If Pess were to die, Edgeworth’s world might come to an end. He’s a man who lives in that sort of delicate balance.

I: Edgeworth’s emotional state really depends on Pess’s wellbeing, doesn’t it? So even though he puts up a strong front for the rest of the world, he allows himself to be vulnerable in front of Pess. Is that it?

S: Not only that, but Edgeworth is a very two-faced character. At first, I planned to write him as the type of man without any chinks in his armor. But then… in the strategy guide published by Futabasha, Suekane-san drew a comic in which Edgeworth was a Steel Samurai fan. Now that I think about it,that was what caused Edgeworth’s character to begin to crumble (lol). I began to think “he might actually be cuter if there were chinks in his armor.”

I: Between Wright and Edgeworth, which one do you view as being cuter?

S: Wright is heavily modeled after my own personality, so I can’t really think of him as “cute.” Maybe it’s because when I write from Wright’s point of view, I’m basically just writing what I would think in that situation.

I: So from Wright’s perspective, Edgeworth is…

S: He’s probably thinking that Edgeworth is a pretty cute guy (lol). The second game was when Edgeworth really began to come into his own as a character. So as I was writing it, I began to want to give him a little more development, and I came up with an episode where Wright’s it a really tough spot and Edgeworth helps him out.

I: You’re right; it was the fourth case of the second game where we really began to see Edgeworth as a good guy. It really gave credibility to the claim that he was Wright’s best friend. Now, returning to the topic of the profiles, I’m curious as to what you have to say about Edgeworth’s taste in music.

S: He might be a ppongjjak fan. [Pponjjak= Korean techno/disco music XDDDD]

I: P-ppongjjak?! That’s… rather unexpected…

S: What would be the fun in making him a classical music fan? So he’d be like, standing at attention, listening to ppongjjak. I think that style of music actually suits Edgeworth’s character pretty well.

I: According to the opinions of some players, they could imagine him “singing a passionate rendition of the English song 'My Way.’” Might he sing this song after a victory in court?

S: Sometimes he’ll do things in accordance with the Von Karma family tradition. That means if he wins a trial, he definitely sings “My Way.” (lol) Manfred Von Karma would hold the mic out to him and say, “Sing, Miles.” Franziska might also join him.

I: Speaking of the Von Karma family, it’s amazing how he had all those Von Karma-isms carefully hammered into him since around his middle school years.

S: He received special accelerated education for gifted children, so by the time he was around 20 years old, he fit in pretty well at the Von Karma family dinner table. By the way, the old housekeeper that currently tends to Edgeworth’s fancy appartment has been with him since back then (lol)

I: The old housekeeper left the Von Karmas so that she could be with Edgeworth, huh? (lol)

S: But I think of Edgeworth as being the type of man who really appreciates time to himself, so on such occasions the housekeeper won’t disturb him. I wonder what it is about Edgeworth’s character that makes him so easy to play with (lol). It’s strange.

tommosarmpits  asked:

hello sunshine!!. i dont know if u already talk about this sorry.. it hard to be an adult :o. but can u share with me what do u think this lines mean for harry in meet me in the halfway?? "i walked the streets all day running with the thieves." & the last line "cuase once you go without it nothing else will do"

I’m sorry that I took so long, @tommosarmpits. I had an emergency last week.

Meet Me in the Hallway is a song that compares love to addiction. We know that the song was written before May 7 (when Harry made his IG post about donating hair to the Little Princess Foundation), because of these photos from @kristyjeannn:

I have posted previously about some ambiguity in the lyrics. Apple Music initially had these lyrics (screen-captured by a friend):

Later changed to these:

So it appears that the from “more of you” to “morphine” came later. “Morphine” makes the comparison more straight-forward and explicit. But the initial lyrics already suggests the attitude of an addict:

Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out
Gotta get better, gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better

Give me some more
Just take the pain away

What’s also super interesting to me is the very first line of the original lyrics (see first photo): Take Me Home. A reference to One Direction (the very first words of the very first solo album), and also a reference to The Wizard of Oz / Home (and Louis’ song). Later, of course, it was changed to “…two, three, four.” 

But the allusion to HOME is not accidental. 

Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me home

Incidentally, go to Google Lyrics, and you’ll see that the lyrics still say:

When I run out of rope, you bring me home

Sorry for the detour. I think that the last lines clearly refer to an addiction (to both love and drugs) that only another hit can satisfy:

We don’t talk about it
It’s something we don’t do
‘Cause once you go without it
Nothing else will do

I think the lyrics,

I walked the streets all day
Running with the thieves

describe how a junkie might behave, running in the streets, trying to steal currency to buy his addiction. “Running with the thieves” conjures up a poetic, romantic image. One imagines something like Alibaba and the Forty Thieves, a band of ne’er-do-wells who live and die by street rules of courage and loyalty. 

The Take Me Home lyric opening also makes me think that this song might be about an addiction to the kind of fame that Harry experienced as a member of One Direction– the unstoppable, hysterical adulation that gave him such a high when he was on stage. Once a performer experiences that kind of stratospheric love, it’s hard to deny it to oneself, hard not to want to continue being in the band and getting huge audiences, listening to the screams. 

‘Cause once you go without it
Nothing else will do

Then the lyrics “I walk the streets all day/ running with the thieves” describe what we saw in the If I Could Fly listening party video, at the end, where the tour bus pulls away from the venue, leaving fans behind, the foreground dark. The boys are truly alone. They have no family, no friends from home. They walk with strangers. They are with people who want to take advantage of them, want to sell them and sell to them– thieves. 

Again, I apologize for the delay. Please feel free to message me back. Thanks.

Sea

Stomach Tied In Knots l Shawn Mendes Imagine.

a/n: HELLO! I had this idea while listening to the song “Stomach Tied In Knots” by Sleeping With Sirens, so you’ll find some of the lyrics on the dialogues? lol, I hope you enjoy it <3 x.

prompt: (y/n) & Shawn’s relationship is hanging by a thread after she cheated on him. (kinda based on the song “Stomach Tied In Knots” by Sleeping With Sirens.

Shawn didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry when he got her message saying she wanted to talk.

She had been giving him space after the disastrous events happened, but after three weeks of complete silence from his part she started to get anxious. 

She knew that she didn’t have the right to feel anxious at all, or to feel a tiny bit annoyed because he hadn’t given her a sign or something, but she couldn’t help it. 

She couldn’t believe the events that had taken place that night. She was the perfect girl. She was quiet and loved her boyfriend dearly, so it didn’t make sense to her when she found herself on a stranger’s house, naked.

On the other hand, he still couldn’t fully process the fact that his girlfriend had cheated on him. simple as that.

He wanted to hate her with every cell on his body, but he just wasn’t able to. He wanted for her to disappear and leave him alone, trying to pretend their relationship had never happened in the first place, but he knew that wasn’t possible as the only thing replaying on his head was the night he found out.

“I can’t believe you finally got your own place, it’s amazing.” she said admiring the view of the imposing city in front other.

“I can’t believe it myself,” he chuckled, circling his arms around her waist and nuzzling his head on her neck. “I’ve missed you.”

“So have I, honey.” she giggled, leaving a quick peck on his arm.

“Pizza should be arriving soon, wanna go to the bedroom? We can continue watching Grey’s.” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“You should give up that show already, everyone dies.” 

“Lexie Grey is still alive so everything’s good.” he said and she pursed her lips.

“Sure thing, babe.” she kissed his lips before heading to his new bedroom.

She took a minute to breathe. 

She was acting like nothing had happened only a couple of days ago when Shawn was still on tour and the truth was that it was eating her up. She was choking with guilt and words that wanted to leave her mouth but they couldn’t.

Shawn was everything she ever dreamed of. She already knew that she wasn’t enough for someone like him, but she was too selfish to admit that out loud because she loved him, with every bit of her being.

But then everything happened so fast…

She took off her shirt to change into one of Shawn’s and slip inside the bed, but she didn’t notice that he was making his way inside, and was able to notice her bare front.

Two purple marks still very visible between her breast and collarbone.

She watched his eyes widen in surprise. It was like someone had punched him right on his stomach, because suddenly it felt like he wasn’t getting enough air and the walls were closing in on him.

“What are those?” he asked with careful eyes and a slightly shaky voice.

“Shawn…” she said quickly putting the shirt back on.

“What are those?” he asked again but this time his voice wasn’t shaking, instead it was full of rage.

“Shawn, you have to listen to me.” she said desperately.

“Oh God, you did it.” he whispered and stared at the figure in front of him almost as if he was afraid of her.

“You have to let me explain.” she could feel her eyes fill with tears already and panic was flowing on her veins.

“Get out.” Shawn said dryly.

“No. Please, Shawn.”

“(y/n), I’m serious…” he was going to continue but her voice interrupted him.

“Please listen, Shawn…”

“I said get out.” 

He didn’t need to raise his voice, because for some reason she could sense every feeling his words were carrying.

She tried to look for his eyes desperately, but he was standing next to the bedroom door, waiting for her to leave.

“Please, at least tell me that we’ll talk at some point.” she begged him.

“Get out.”

This time he rose his voice, making her flinch.

But she did leave the room and suddenly, the sound of a door closing filled Shawn’s ears.

He didn’t cry, he didn’t scream.

He didn’t move.


Three weeks weren’t enough to erase the images of the purple marks on her body.

Twenty-one days weren’t enough to erase the feel in his gut; the feel of everything he had worked so hard for two years was crumbling right in front of his eyes, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

His stomach was tied in knots, because he was afraid of what he’d find if she wanted to talk tonight.

But he ignored it, texting her to meet him at his place whenever she felt like it.

And it didn’t take her more than an hour to get to his new condo; a place he had pictured to make happy memories with her, not that the first time he had her over he’d have to see the remains of her night with someone that wasn’t him.

He slowly opened the door to reveal her figure.

It wasn’t the imposing figure he had grown used to, she had made herself small. That was the way she was dealing with the guilt of making the man she loved suffer.

“Hi.” she whispered, nervously tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“Come in.” he said harshly. way more than he expected.

“I’m glad that you called… I really wanted to talk to you.” 

“I didn’t call, you did.” he told her dryly, trying to look uninterested. “You have your time to explain or whatever.” he said placing his body against the door.

“Can we sit down?”

“You can if you want to, I’m good here.” he said trying to compose his tough facade. 

“Shawn, I’m so sorry.” she said with tears in her eyes.

“I figured.”

“Dammit, Shawn! Can you please act like you give a crap about me.” she said hiding her face on her hands.

“Oh, I have to give a crap about you, but did you give a crap when you were fucking someone that wasn’t me?” he spat and his feelings started to show.

“I don’t know how it happened, you have to believe me.” she said getting up from her seat, walking towards Shawn.

“Don’t,” he placed his hand in front of him. “Don’t come near me, please.” he said with pain evident on his voice.

“I missed you so much, I couldn’t deal with you being away for so long…”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now? You know what, (y/n)? I missed you, too, but I didn’t go to screw the first girl who appeared on my way.”

“I love you. It was one bad call, please. I don’t want nobody else, I love you.” she begged.

“You cheated on me.” he said with his voice shaking with pain, rage and a feeling he wasn’t able to decipher.

“And I’ll never forgive myself for that, hell, I can’t even live with myself right now” she choked a sob. “But please tell me we can try again.”

“It would never be the same. I don’t trust you anymore.” he shook his head and didn’t notice her body coming closer.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to regain your trust.”

“It’s not that easy.” he released a humorless laugh.

“Baby, I’m still the person you fell in love with. It’s me, can’t you see it?” this time her body was inches away from his and her hand softly caressed his cheek.

Shawn reacted to the touch, involuntarily leaning his head to her warm hand as his eyes closed.

I only have myself to blame, but please tell me we can start again.” she whispered, her own eyes closed. “

“(y/n)…” Shawn whispered and opened his eyes, only to see her tear stained cheek and her beautiful eyes closed.

I can’t live without you.

The feeling he hadn’t been able to figure out before suddenly overtook his body.

“Well, that’s too bad.”

day after tomorrow

firewalker post-ep au, second installment in my x files rewatch series. (the two stories i’ve posted insofar are unrelated to each other; there’s no planned connection between these stories.)

summary: She almost died a few weeks ago. But she is here, alive. And her partner has kissed her. 

note: i have little to no knowledge of quarantines, so this is probably horrifically inaccurate. 

Trepkos disappears into the volcano with Jesse O’Neil and Scully waits for the government to arrive in the dark, rubbing her raw wrist. It feels almost normal, after everything that’s happened, and that feels worse than anything.

“You okay?” She jolts at the sound before she realizes it’s just Mulder; they should turn some goddamn lights on. She turns towards him in the shadowy room, still rubbing the sore spots. “Your wrist hurts,” he says quietly.

He’s spoken quieter to her since she was returned, touched her more. She’s not sure whether she likes it or is annoyed by it, but she’d felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder for long minutes after he’d left. Now he touches her wrist gently, turning it over to try and examine it in the nonexistent light. “I’m fine, Mulder,” she says determinedly. “It’s just a little sore. All things considered, I’d say I’m pretty well off.” (They don’t know that they aren’t infected, she thinks. They could be dying right now.)

“C’mon, let’s take a look at this,” he says stubbornly, in that soft, nudging way he’d had since the abduction. Somehow, they both move in opposite directions at the same time and she crashes fully into him. And then the next thing she knows, he is kissing her. His hands soft on her hips, his mouth hot on hers. She kisses him back with something like eagerness, anticipation, until he pulls away.

“We should… find you something,” he says unevenly. “For your wrist.”

“Mulder…” she starts.

“Scully, I’m sorry.” His hand is still cupping her wrist; he lets go and turns to head down the hall. “I’ll be right back.”

His footsteps echo down the empty hall, eerie in the dark like they’re in a haunted house. People have died here, she remembers. She almost died a few weeks ago. But she is here, alive. And her partner has kissed her.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” she says to the empty room.

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End Game

The boy behind the cash register jotted down the last item in Roy’s bag. His pen slashed through a sum line, and he scribbled in the total price at the bottom of the paper. “That’s 215 cenz, please.”

Roy shifted his groceries to one hand and dug through his pocket for the 1000 cenz piece he’d stashed there earlier. The cashier took it with a slight grimace. He eyed Roy’s purchases and flipped the coin between his fingers. “Do you have anything smaller? I don’t have a lot of change here.”

“Allow me,” a voice, fast beside Roy’s ear answered. Roy startled, and stepped back as a new hand swung around. A military sleeve fell to its wrist, and the newcomer dropped 215 cenz on the counter.

Roy didn’t see the money though. He felt his groceries slip in his grasp, as if suddenly weightless. Something dense pulsed through his veins, something ringing in his ears, as he traced the hand back and turned to face the man who’d paid for his groceries.

Thin glasses, square jaw, gentle green eyes, tousled black hair. The man smiled. “As far as I remember, I owe you a few hundred cenz from our bets in Ishval. Never paid you for that. So let’s call this even.”

His voice, yes definitely his voice. And that loose smile, and the openness behind his eyes. Roy’s bag dropped from his hands. It hit his shoe and upturned, a few tomatoes rolling across the wood flooring.

“Hughes?” and he hardly heard his own voice whisper it.

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fic for victuuri week day one!

Title: i have a confession to make
Rating: Teen.

Wordcount: 1.6k
Summary:  

 “Yuuri,” Victor asks, his voice suspiciously cheerful. “What’s this?”

Victor is holding a poster. Not just a poster, though. The poster. The 2013 Victor Nikiforov doing a swimsuit spread for Vogue poster that he hunted for for endless months.
Although he knows it’s pointless, Yuuri racks his brain for any, any possible way to explain himself that doesn’t include the sentence: “I was obsessed with you and I maybe jerked off to you when I was 15 once or ten times.”

Link to A03: here

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Real // Sam Winchester

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

For @mentalmasterpiece

Request: Could you maybe do either a Sam or Dean Winchester x reader where Sam/Dean’s favorite book was also written by Chuck and he finds out that his favorite character is also real and he sets out to find them + maybe he has a crush on her? I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I love your writing so much❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: Well none (pretty rare when it comes to Supernatural lmao)

A/N: First of all, thank you so much for loving my writing, it really means a lot to me! And I’m not sure if this was what you wanted but I hope you will enjoy the imagine ♥ 


Sam had find out not a long time ago that he favorite book had been written by Chuck, well by God simply. It was already weird for Sam to know that but when Chuck told him that his favorite character was real and alive, it was even more weird. But now, Sam wanted to find Y/N and he would do everything in his powers to find her. He told his brother, Dean about this, at first he thought that there was more important things to do but when he realized how important it was for his little brother, he accepted to help him.

After at least a month of research, they finally found where Y/N lived, so without waiting anymore they went to her town to find her. When they did, Dean let his little brother go to meet you. He was a little stressed, he honestly would never imagine that one day he would be able to meet you and now you were at only a few meters from him. Sam finally went to talk to you while you were sitting on a table, on your computer.

“ Uh excuse me miss? “ said Sam not sure about what he could say

“ Yes? Can I help you with something? “ you replied surprised

“ Well actually yes, for a month I searched you, I know it’s weird but you need to believe me. “ said Sam sitting in front of you

“ Well yes it’s really weird but okay, I trust you. What’s your name? “

“ Sam. Sam Winchester “

Sam smiled, you were as nice as he imagined you would be and even more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. He hoped to get to know you more.

Love or Hate (Part 2 of 13)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. After a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,759

Warnings: language, excessive snark, childish behavior

A/N: Part two of my third drabble series. Bucky has most definitely been showing his inner dbag lately, hasn’t he?

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 -

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“Vegans need to stop shoving their beliefs in my face!”

I hear this all the time. Non-vegans, what I would like to know is, what exactly does it mean? From what I’ve seen, simply mentioning veganism is enough to be accused of “shoving our beliefs in your face”. A friend of mine that I volunteer with at the sanctuary was told by her boss that she wasn’t allowed to wear her sanctuary t-shirt to her job anymore. The shirt says “Animal Defender” on the back. One of her co-workers was offended by that because he’s a hunter. He knew that she was vegan, so he interpreted the shirt as “an attack on his lifestyle”. I had a customer complain about me at work because they overheard me tell a different customer that I was vegan. In some cases, you consider us merely existing to be “shoving our beliefs in your face”. Shortly after a high-profile rescue that Mike Stura did, someone in rural Canada left his northern New Jersey sanctuary (the one I volunteer at) this gem of a review:

Non-vegans, please tell me, can we do anything without you complaining that we’re “shoving our beliefs in your face”? It seems as though the only vegans that are not met with these accusations are the type that say “Yeah I’m vegan but I don’t care what anyone else eats LOL live and let live”. Well I’m sorry, but I’m not one of those vegans, and I’m not going to pretend to be to try to get your approval. If you think that every single thing that we do and say is “shoving our beliefs in your face,” perhaps the problem is with you, not us.