what became of everyone i used to know

“Lemonade” poetry bits

Intuition

I tried to make a home outta you.
But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.
Unknown women wander the hallways at night.
Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.
In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.
What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here.
What luck. What a fucking curse.


Denial

I tried to change.
Closed my mouth more.
Tried to be soft, prettier.
Less…awake.

Fasted for 60 days.
Wore white.
Abstained from mirrors.
Abstained from sex.
Slowly did not speak another word.

In that time my hair grew past my ankles.
I slept on a mat on the floor.
I swallowed a sword.
I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river.
Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet.
I threw myself into a volcano.
I drank the blood and drank the wine.
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.
I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil.
I grew thickened skin on my feet.
I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book.
But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know.
Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?


Anger

If this what you truly want.
I can wear her skin…over mine.
Her hair, over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap.
Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph.
All three of us, immortalized.
You and your perfect girl.

I don’t know when love became elusive.
What I know is no one I know has it.
My father’s arms around my mother’s neck.
Fruit too ripe to eat.

I think of lovers as trees…
…growing to and from one another.
Searching for the same light.
Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.


Apathy

So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness.

Her God was listening.
Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.
Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.


Emptiness

She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.

Tills the blood in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc.
Grief, sedated by orgasm.
Orgasm heightened by grief.
God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.”
Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.
Her hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.

Loss.
Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.

Every fear…
Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.


Accountability

You find the black tube inside her beauty case.
Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters.
You desperately want to look like her.
You look nothing like your mother.
You look everything like your mother.
Film star, beauty.
How to wear your mother’s lipstick.
You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick.
Somewhere no one can find you.
You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face.
Your mother is a woman.
And women like her can not be contained.

Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth.
Teach me how to make him beg.
Let me make up for the years he made you wait.
Did he bend your reflection?
Did he make you forget your own name?
Did he convince you he was a God?
Did you get on your knees daily?
Do his eyes close like doors?
Are you a slave to the back of his head?
Am I talking about your husband or your father?


Reformation

He bathes me…
…until I forget their names…and faces.
I ask him to look me in the eye when I come…home.
Why do you deny yourself heaven?
Why do you consider yourself undeserving?
Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you.
But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.


Forgiveness

Baptize me…
…now that reconciliation is possible.
If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.
One thousand girls raise their arms.

Do you remember being born?

Are you thankful?
Are the hips that cracked…
…the deep velvet of your mother…
…and her mother…
…and her mother?
There is a curse that will be broken.


Resurrection

You are terrifying…
…and strange…
…and beautiful.


Hope

The nail technician pushes my cuticles back…
…turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says:
“I see your daughters, and their daughters.”
That night in a dream the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach.
The scar heals into a smile.
The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails.
We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath.
I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat.
A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.


Redemption

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons…
…the zest of half lemon.
Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times.
Strain through a clean napkin.

Grandmother, the alchemist.
You spun gold out of this hard life.
Conjured beauty from the things left behind.
Found healing where it did not live.
Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen.
Broke the curse with your own two hands.
You passed these instructions down to your daughter.
Who then passed it down to her daughter.

My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened.
True love brought salvation back into me.
With every tear came redemption.
And my torturer became my remedy.

So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again.
You’ve brought the orchestra.
Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician.
Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half.
Make the woman in doubt disappear.
Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
The audience applauds…
…but we can’t hear them.


Warsan Shire

anonymous asked:

Yo what r ur favorite voltron headcanons?

Y’all ready for this.

  • Allura is buff as fuck and uses every available opportunity as an excuse to rip off her sleeves. She’s lucky the Castle is able to replicate clothes because otherwise she would’ve run out of dresses by like. Day 9 lmao.
  • Hunk has two moms who love him very, very much.
  • Shiro and Keith are bros, either literally or figuratively.
    • I love them being half or adopted brothers, but my favorite origin story is that they met at like, a Garrison-operated space camp a few years back. Shiro was a cadet volunteer.
    • Shiro was 17/18 and awkward as hell with the kids but already a natural when it came to piloting. Keith imprinted on him like a baby duck.
    • Shiro, on the phone: Matt. Matt, you gotta help me. Matt. This random middle schooler adopted me, what do I do? Yes, I’m being serious! Yes, he adopted me. No, I haven’t seen any paperwork! Matt. Matt. Oh my god, stop laughing at me and put your mom on the line already you jackass. I hate you. Hi Colleen!
  • Lance is Coran’s favorite human and it’s obvious to everyone, including Zarkon. 
  • Allura introduced Alfor’s hologram to all the Paladins and his favorite was Hunk.
  • Shiro and Matt used to be Huge Memers back at the Garrison but then they became these space hotshots and heroes and people that kids looked up to so they had to dial it back. 
    • Lance can never know that Shiro has an encyclopedic knowledge of shitty memes. It is his greatest, and his most treasured, secret.
  • Allura and the Mice gossip like all the time and Hunk/Lance are determined to get in on that.
  • Coran would have a crush on Bill Nye.
  • Pidge and Keith are Gay Best Friends who like to undermine corrupted authority figures and dismantle the establishment. They also hunt for cryptids in their spare time, even in space. 
    • Is there such a thing as space cryptids?? Or is that just like. Aliens. Alien aliens.
  • Coran is Allura’s gay step-dad and he’s also kinda adopted the rest of the team. Lance is his son, everyone else is his niece/nephews.
  • Lance and Hunk were born outside of America and either immigrated in when they were younger or attended the Garrison on a student visa.
  • Keith is Texan (however this is now like 80% canon so. Say hello to your new god.)
  • Lance loves Beyonce.
  • Shiro has a serious sense of gallows humor lmao
  • Nobody Is Straight Or Neurotypical.
    • I also go back and forth a lot on gender headcanons lmfao… Pidge is definitely a trans girl to me though.

this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’
‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’
‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’
‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’
‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’
‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’
‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’
‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’
‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’
‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’
‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’
‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’
‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’
‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’
‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’
‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’
‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’
‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’
‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’
‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’
‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’
‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’
‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’
‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’
‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’
‘  please don’t go.  ’
‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’
‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’
‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’
‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’
‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’
‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’
‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’
‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’
‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’
‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’
‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’
‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’
‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’
‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’
‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’
‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’
‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’
‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’
‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’
‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’
‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’
‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’
‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’
‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’
‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’
‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’
‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’
‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’
‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’
‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’
‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’
‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’
‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’
‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’
‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’
‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’
‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’
‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’
‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’
‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’
‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’
‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’
‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’
‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’
‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’
‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’
‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’
‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’
‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’
‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’
‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’
‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’
‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’
‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’
‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’
‘  would you even miss me?  ’
‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’
‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’
‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’
‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’
‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’
‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’
‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’
‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’
‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’
‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’
‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’
‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’
‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’
‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’
‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’
‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’
‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’


I gotta tell you what’s going on in my life and in gay culture in Miami right now.

So my DND campaign ended. my character died and I was like “I still want to play my character!!” and they were like “Well it can’t be the same you gotta change the name!” Her name was Grey so I was like “Fine, I’ll name her idk Flé” No one laughed but my best friend and his boyfriend. So then my best friend then says “Hey omg so Jaxx should just rename her character Flé!” and EVERYONE burst out into laughter. And then his boyfriend goes “Oh my god Duasso you’re SO FUNNY” And everyone chimes in like “omg how’d you think of that” “omg that’s so funny” cue me losing my collective shit. and then it became a run on joke that duasso invented it and i had nothing to do w it.

SO FAST FORWARD, my old DND group was made up of important gay miami night life personalities (bartenders, DJs etc) and all of a sudden my best friend and I are heading to his boyfriends bar and he says “i just want you know people…people are the using the word.” “What do you mean” and as I say that, two gay boys walk out of the bar going “Oh my god that’s so flé”

TURNS OUT. MY BEST FRIEND AND HIS BOYFRIEND AND MY DND ASSHOLES ARE NOW USING THIS WORD AND IT APPARENTLY MEANS A COPYCAT/IMITATOR/IMPOSTER (FOR OBVIOUS REASONS) AND NOW PEOPLE ARE USING IT AND I HEAR THEM AND MY BEST FRIEND AND HIS BOYFRIEND ARE TAKING CREDIT FOR IT THIS STUPID WORD THAT STARTED OFF AS A STUPID JOKE THAT HAS NOW BLOWN UP INTO NEW GAY LINGO IM???

and just. sigh. my best friend is so flé

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode two - the secret of spoons. ( contains violence and nsfw themes )

  • ❝ can you hear me ?
  • ❝ you want help ? fine. ❞
  • ❝ let me tell you a story. once upon a time, a man got fucked. now, how is that for a story
  • ❝ let me paint a picture of what’s waiting for you on the shore. ❞
  • ❝ and all for what ?
  • ❝ and i ain’t even started yet. ❞
  • ❝ this guy gets it. ❞
  • ❝ angry is good. angry gets shit done. ❞
  • ❝ you’re already dead, asshole. at least die a sacrifice for something worthwhile. ❞
  • ❝ let. the motherfucker. burn ! let it all burn. ❞
  • ❝ were you shot at ?
  • ❝ well it depends on who you ask. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t know what the fuck you speak of. ❞
  • ❝ how was the funeral ?
  • ❝ you wanna come in and talk about it ?
  • ❝ mmm-mmm-mmm. what a little asshole. ❞
  • ❝ oh, you know him ?
  • ❝ they don’t have a fucking clue. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t give a fuck if they don’t have a fucking clue, i want one ! give me a fucking clue !
  • ❝ good. compact amended. ❞
  • ❝ your first bed as a free man. enjoy it. ❞
  • ❝ an assault on you is an insult to me. don’t think because i didn’t lose my temper i am not angry, or am lacking a plan. ❞
  • ❝ i didn’t mean to wake you. ❞
  • ❝ they told me you died. ❞
  • ❝ you were just having a bad dream. ❞
  • ❝ you going to miss it ?
  • ❝ too many people tell each other not to repress their emotions, to release their feelings, to let the pain go. there’s a lot to be said for bottling up emotions. ❞
  • ❝ what i say has got to be said, so i want you to consider my words very carefully. ❞
  • ❝ say it. ❞
  • ❝ you are only obligated to feel bad about that for so long. ❞
  • ❝ let there be beauty where there can be. ❞
  • ❝ plan is, we will be meeting with a number of people preeminent in their respective fields, and then we will rendezvous in one of the most important places in the country. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t like dropping in on friends empty handed. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t look out for yourself, how the hell are you gonna look out for me ?
  • ❝ not so fast. we need to talk, [] . ❞
  • ❝ funny how things supposed to make you look good only make it worse. ❞
  • ❝ the fuck is this ?
  • ❝ i’m all sorts, [] .❞
  • ❝ i’m the one they sacrifice to. then till now. ❞
  • ❝ time and attention. better than lamb’s blood. ❞
  • ❝ i hate that. i hate that they were hurting you, [] . i would never do that to you. ❞
  • ❝ i want you in my camp with us. ❞
  • ❝ look at it like this: we’re the coming thing. we are already here. ❞
  • ❝ i was impressed with how you dealt with him/her/them. ❞
  • ❝ who’d have thought you had it in you ?
  • ❝ he/she/they were underestimating you. they all are. not a mistake i’ll make. ❞
  • ❝ i can give you so much more. you name it, honey. what do you need ?
  • ❝ don’t fight gravity, [ ] . i’ve been at this a while. ❞
  • ❝ i’m trying to help you. ❞
  • ❝ keep your neck out of the belt. ❞
  • ❝ that went as well as can be expected. ❞
  • ❝ i think i’m losing my mind. ❞
  • ❝ oh, like the rest of your life is sane. ❞
  • ❝ at times, the universe does seem to have singled you out for unique abuse. in these moments you have to ask yourself, would i rather be ignored ?
  • ❝ always better dead than forgotten, and no one is ever going to forget you. ❞
  • ❝ it’s a sudden onset of strange. fair cause for consternation, unless strange is a new language and what we’re doing here is vocabulary building. ❞
  • ❝ you may have to consider that you didn’t see what you saw, or you did. the world is either crazy or you are. they’re both solid options. take your pick. ❞
  • ❝ when you decide, come and tell me. but don’t rush into it. take your time. difficult decision. ❞
  • ❝ there are bigger sacrifices one might be asked to make than going a little mad. ❞
  • ❝ you wanna know the secret of my success ? the secret is charm. ❞
  • ❝ i only come when matters are vital, as they are now. ❞
  • ❝ god, you are gorgeous. you have not aged. ❞
  • ❝ the truth is not what people want to hear. ❞
  • ❝ prettiest woman, prettiest lies. ❞
  • ❝ black as night, sweet as sin. you take coffee, then i read your future. ❞
  • ❝ he does not know our world. ❞
  • ❝ i’m easing him in. ❞
  • ❝ you are the worst man i have ever seen. ❞
  • ❝ nice to see you, old friend. i brought a gift. ❞
  • ❝ i come here only to share bread and information. what you do with the latter is entirely up to you. ❞
  • ❝ i’d be happy to help. ❞
  • ❝ oh, he is nobody’s husband, and i am nobody’s wife. ❞
  • ❝ family is who you survive with when you need to survive, even if you do not like them. ❞
  • ❝ i am not a good cook. when i was younger there were servants to make meals. here there are no servants; there’s only us. ❞
  • ❝ learning is beneath me. ❞
  • ❝ i thought you were supposed to read tea leaves ?
  • ❝ that bad, huh ? any good news ?
  • ❝ you brought that madness into my life once. never again. ❞
  • ❝ you know me. you know what these hands have done. ❞
  • ❝ you don’t want me, you want [] , and he’s/she’s/they’re not here. ❞
  • ❝ it will be glorious, win or lose. ❞
  • ❝ i am tired of glorious. ❞
  • ❝ everyone thought he/she/they must be the good one. so i became me. ❞
  • ❝ time passes. now i am gray. ❞
  • ❝ i think in the old country i am forgotten, and here, i am like a bad memory. ❞
  • ❝ i know the killing. ❞
  • ❝ to give a good death is art. ❞
  • ❝ every man’s an equal. ❞
  • ❝ is good ?
  • ❝ first blood is mine. so you’ve lost. game is done. ❞
  • ❝ i just started. ❞
  • ❝ ten thousand deaths made right here. ❞
  • ❝ it’s your move. ❞
  • ❝ he’ll take that shot. no joke, no boast, no half-measures. how good are you ?
  • ❝ it’s your decision. ❞
  • ❝ when my voice breaks on this song, remember old love gone. ❞

Cum for Me

Request: Hello! Its me again…*face turns red* Can you do a bucky fic where Bucky and the reader are going on a mission with the team and the reader almost dies, and bucky really worries about her? And maybe with some smut *face extra red* Thanks!!!

Summary: You have a brush with death during a mission and a worried / angry Bucky and you have a confrontation about it in the middle of the night.

Warnings: Angst, Sad Bucky, Smut. 

A/N: I hope you liiiiiike this! 

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Lemonade Poetry

Intuition

I tried to make a home outta you.
But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.
Unknown women wander the hallways at night.
Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.
In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.
What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here.
What luck. What a fucking curse.

Denial

I tried to change.
Closed my mouth more.
Tried to be soft, prettier.
Less…awake.
Fasted for 60 days.
Wore white.
Abstained from mirrors.
Abstained from sex.
Slowly did not speak another word.
In that time my hair grew past my ankles.
I slept on a mat on the floor.
I swallowed a sword.
I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river.
Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet.
I threw myself into a volcano.
I drank the blood and drank the wine.
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.
I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil.
I grew thickened skin on my feet.
I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book.
But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know.
Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?

Anger

If this what you truly want.
I can wear her skin…over mine.
Her hair, over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap.
Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph.
All three of us, immortalized.
You and your perfect girl.
I don’t know when love became elusive.
What I know is no one I know has it.
My father’s arms around my mother’s neck.
Fruit too ripe to eat.
I think of lovers as trees…
…growing to and from one another.
Searching for the same light.
Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.

Apathy

So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness.

Her God was listening.
Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.
Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.

Emptiness

She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.
Tills the blood in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc.
Grief, sedated by orgasm.
Orgasm heightened by grief.
God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.”
Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.
Her hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.
Loss.
Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.
Every fear…
Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.

Accountability

You find the black tube inside her beauty case.
Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters.
You desperately want to look like her.
You look nothing like your mother.
You look everything like your mother.
Film star, beauty.
How to wear your mother’s lipstick.
You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick.
Somewhere no one can find you.
You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face.
Your mother is a woman.
And women like her can not be contained.
Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth.
Teach me how to make him beg.
Let me make up for the years he made you wait.
Did he bend your reflection?
Did he make you forget your own name?
Did he convince you he was a God?
Did you get on your knees daily?
Do his eyes close like doors?
Are you a slave to the back of his head?
Am I talking about your husband or your father?

Reformation

He bathes me…
…until I forget their names…and faces.
I ask him to look me in the eye when I come…home.
Why do you deny yourself heaven?
Why do you consider yourself undeserving?
Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you.
But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.

Forgiveness

Baptize me…
…now that reconciliation is possible.
If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.
One thousand girls raise their arms.
Do you remember being born?
Are you thankful?
Are the hips that cracked…
…the deep velvet of your mother…
…and her mother…
…and her mother?
There is a curse that will be broken.

Resurrection

You are terrifying…
…and strange…
…and beautiful.

Hope

The nail technician pushes my cuticles back…
…turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says:
“I see your daughters, and their daughters.”
That night in a dream the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach.
The scar heals into a smile.
The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails.
We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath.
I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat.
A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.

Redemption

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons…
…the zest of half lemon.
Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times.
Strain through a clean napkin.
Grandmother, the alchemist.
You spun gold out of this hard life.
Conjured beauty from the things left behind.
Found healing where it did not live.
Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen.
Broke the curse with your own two hands.
You passed these instructions down to your daughter.
Who then passed it down to her daughter.
My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened.
True love brought salvation back into me.
With every tear came redemption.
And my torturer became my remedy.
So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again.
You’ve brought the orchestra.
Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician.
Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half.
Make the woman in doubt disappear.
Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
The audience applauds…
…but we can’t hear them.

Warsan Shire

Quartet Night Live Evolution Pamphlet Interview Translation

I’ve seen some of the scans of the photos going around but nothing about the interview part and as a QN trash i am, here i am translating it!

But first let me translate what these seiyuus wrote on their respective sign
Morikubo Showtaro: Tonight for sure, EVOLUTION!!
Suzuki Tatsuhisa: For everyone’s sake
Aoi Shouta: From now on, forever
Maeno Tomoaki: We are Quartet Night!

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Sometimes I remember Jungkook the baby. The one I used to call a fetus because he looked like one … today I still call him that way for fun. But deep inside I hesitate. I know he grew up. He is all tall and handsome and successful now. He smiles more and expresses himself more. He made friends from the same age as him and won brothers with a bond stronger than blood on the way. He may only be 19 but Jungkook went through so much when he was only 13. BTS literally raised him and so did ARMY. He used to be so shy, to the point he will only shower when everyone went to sleep. That reserved boy became the confident golden Jeon Jungkook we know now. I want you to imagine the obstacles he had to overcome. People don’t change easily you know …  Many feelings collide when I think of our maknae and I am sure many ARMYs feel the same.

Quick translation of some of the FT spoilers

Zeref: It’s already over, END… I am disappointed ! I thought that you would destroy me without failing !

もう終わりか END。。。
期待外れだよ !!!!
君ならきっと僕を壊せると思ったのに!!!!

Natsu: GAAAAH

Zeref: But it is fine… I can return to the origin. If I get Mavis’ power, I can return to the ‘me’ from before…

It is called Neo-Eclipse. 

N: ぐああああああ
Z: 大丈夫。。。僕は元に戻れる。。。
メイビスの力があれば元の僕に。。。
ネオ-エクリプズだ

Natsu: !!? 

Zeref: This is not about going to the past nor to the future. I will start over again (lit: cure/fix myself once more). I will reset time.

I will come back to the person I was before I became immortal.

Natsu: This… is… your real… purpose…

Zeref: Nobody gets hurt !!! You’ll return to being a human !! Acnologia will be killed !! There is no happy end besides/above this !!

Natsu: You…! What about us, about everyone ?

Zeref: Who knows ? Because this is not my world anymore.

N: !!?
Z: 過去や未来へ行くのではない。もう一度僕をやり直す。
時間をリセットするのさ。
不死身になる前の自分に戻るんだ。
N: それが。。。お前の。。。本当の。。。目的`
Z: 誰もキズつかない !!!! 君も人間に戻れるぞ !!!! 
アクノロギアも殺せる !!!!!
これ以上ないハッピー エンドじゃないか!
N: おまえはな。。。!俺たちはみんなはどうなるんだよ!
Z: さあ?だってここはもう僕の世界じゃないから

Natsu: We… We live on in this world with our clenched teeth !

Zeref: There are two keys to Neo-Eclipse. The first one is Mavis. She will come here of her own accord. And the second… is the timelapse.

N:俺たちはなあ!!!この世界で歯くいしばって生きてんだよ!!
Z: ネオ-エクリプズの鍵は二つある。一つはメイビス。
直に自らやってくるぞ!
そしてもう一つは。。。
時の狭間

Him.

A Bucky x Reader Fluffy/Angsty Drabble

There he stood, eyes holding Steve’s gaze from across the bar. His vibranium hand held his glass lightly as Steve poured a caramel colored liquid into it. Asgardian mead. You could smell it five seats down.

He seemed happy. An eye-crinkling smile grew on his lips as his blond friend cracked a joke. His shirt was a good size too small, his muscles were testing the black silk. Your body ached to take it off, to undo every button and watch his chest heave as you undressed him. 

His flesh hand brushed a strand of hair behind his ear as his body shook with laughter. You crossed your legs. The sight of his chocolate waves, the vein sticking out on his neck, the stubble on his cheeks, the way he licked his lips before taking a sip of his drink, it was driving you insane. He was going to be the death of you.

He’d never know. He could never know. Feelings were dangerous, they were a weakness. They’d let enemies know who to target, who to threaten to persuade you to do whatever they needed. You weren’t allowed feelings, not in your profession. 

You fought with your inner self, refusing to glance back over at him. You wouldn’t, no. You wouldn’t allow your crush to continue, you had to end it, to douse the flame that was determined to remain burning even during the heaviest of rainstorms. 

“You know,” A firm pair of hands tightened onto your hips and you froze. “Your secretive glances, well, they aren’t that secretive, doll.”

You were at a loss for words. His lips grazed the shell of your ear and your eyes went to Steve who was smirking in your direction and casually cleaning dirty glasses. You held your breath waiting, waiting to see what he would do, what would happen. 

“Speechless?” His lips dropped to your neck. “That’s unusual for you.”

You mustered up your usual bitchface and closed your eyes. You had to fight it. If not for his safety, then for your own. If anyone knew that you had a soft spot, even if it was for the ruthless, legendary Winter Soldier, you’d be done for. Your merciless killings, your shithole of a childhood, your nonexistent teenage years, all your almost unattainable training that had you nearly sweating blood, it would all be for nothing. Once your barrier was broken, there was no rebuilding it. 

“You know, (Y/N),” Bucky’s voice changed, it lost its sexual edge and became serious. “Shutting everyone out doesn’t make you stronger. It shows us just how terrified you truly are.”

“Shut up.” You spat the words at him and stood. “You don’t know shit about me, Barnes. I’m not allowed to feel fear, to be terrified. I’ve done things worse than the shit you did as The Winter Soldier. I don’t deserve to feel anything other than anger, regret, and guilt. So do what you do best and back the fuck off and go hide in that room of yours.” 

Bucky stood with his hands in his pockets, eyes boring into yours. His smile remained on his lips, not the same booming one as earlier, this one was softer and more careful. He stretched a hand out and raised an eyebrow at you.

“Want to talk about it?” 

You were in his room, on his unbelievably soft bed, slipping your shoes off as he sat down next to you. His flesh hand draped over yours and he squeezed your palm. His eyes, his mesmerizing sky blue eyes, traveled your form delicately before reaching your own reddening ones. 

“We don’t have to talk about it.” Bucky’s voice had dropped to a whisper. “I know how hard it is to think back on the past, on the terrible shit that we’ve done. It’s no secret that it keeps me up at night. I don’t think I’ve slept through the night since, well, the forties.” 

“I can’t talk about it.” You shook your head and broke eye contact. “I don’t mean to sound dramatic, I swear. I just…if I do…I-”

“You can’t relive it?”

“I did some terrible things, Buck.” Tears were racing each other down your cheeks. “Shit that not even the team knows about. If they did…I…I would be in some underground jail cell rotting away for the rest of my life.” 

“I killed Tony’s father and I’m still here.” Bucky wrapped his arms around you. “No matter what you did, you’re going to be accepted, you’re always going to be apart of this team.”

Your eyes drifted closed as you were engulfed by his arms. You sobbed into his chest, you’re not quite sure for how long, but you didn’t care. You felt safe when you were with him. Your rules were slowly disappearing as you began to share your secrets, your hellish past, with him. They were nonexistent as you slipped into one of his shirts and climbed into his bed, his arms only leaving you to change.

“If you tell anyone anything-”

“You’re secrets are safe with me, doll.”

“Thank you, Buck.”

“You’re welcome, kitten.”

He was going to be the death of you, but you didn’t care. You trusted him, you let your wall down and allowed him into your world, the world that you knew would come to an end if anything were to happen to him. He didn’t pity you, he didn’t judge you, he welcomed you and you’d never felt more at home. It was all thanks to him, James Buchanan Barnes. 


A/N: I wrote this on a whim. Sorry that it’s not a smut fic. I just, I don’t know, I really wanted to write this. Tags are below the “Keep Reading”.

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UGLY

Anon prompt: Wondering If you could write a Jughead x Reader fic where the reader is super self-conscious about her body and Jug notices and helps.

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: body image, self-confidence issues, self-harm, angst

A/N: This is another song fic, based around the song Ugly by Nicole Dollanganger.

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The alarm rings for the third time this morning and I hit snooze once again, looking back to myself in the mirror.
I’m standing in my bra and underwear, eyes moving over the parts of my body I don’t particularly like.
My shoulders are too broad, my hips jut out in a strange way, my legs are too long and my calves are thick. I look at my face, my nose is too big, lips too thin and my eyes are small and hooded. Thick, pale scars line my thigs and hips, I run my fingertips over the small bumps they create.

The picture of Betty, Veronica, and myself at Sweetwater River catches my attention. I wish I was as gorgeous as Ronnie and Betty, they’re so beautiful, perfect in every way; and I’m just plain and ugly.

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Power Rangers rant

Ok, listen up:

Everyone (I mean that like one would mean the universal “we”) talks about how they want diversity and great representation in film and other media; and YET Y’ALL ARE SLEEPING ON POWER RANGERS!!!!!

As stated HERE ya’ll are all talk; there is finally a movie with great diversity and you won’t go see it. We get representation and ya’ll would rather go see the live action of a movie we have all probably watched more times than we can count when we were younger that had the same exact plot and its LGBTQ representation was a man whose name translates into “The Fool” and a primarily white cast.

Before I move on I would like to make a point about how hurtful it can be when a canonically bi-racial character is whitewashed.

KIMBERLY ANN HART IS BI-RACIAL!!!!! (AS IS NAOMI SCOTT!!)

Kimberly is half white half Indian just as Naomi Scott is and I am very glad that they stuck to that when it came to casting Kimberly’s parents.

Now, when you white wash a bi-racial character you are erasing a part of their identity. As a bi-racial person myself it always saddens me when I see whitewashing of a bi-racial character and I can only imagine how that actor/actress feels when they encounter their character being whitewashed. By whitewashing a bi-racial character you are telling that actor/actress that you are only accepting them for half of them and not all of them.

When you whitewash bi-racial characters you take this whole rounded character and break them in half, erasing what makes them, them. So just imagine how hurt and sad Naomi Scott must feel when her Indian heritage is erased.

And that is why I love it when I see bi-racial actor/actress’ play characters who are portrayed as bi-racial. 

Power Rangers is a movie that is trying to give a whole new story than the one we all know. It gave us the nostalgia of our childhoods while also giving us a new story for a new generation. It gives us an autistic superhero who wasn’t cured of his autism once he became a superhero showing everyone just like him that autism isn’t something that limits them or tells them they can’t be a hero. (I’m no expert on autism and I’m not going to pretend I am) 

Power Rangers gave us LGBTQ representation in the form of a Latina POC who I know many of us can relate too. There are many LGBTQ people out there who don’t feel as if they relate to their family or feel as if they can open up to them due to pressure or fear that they won’t be accepted.

THIS MOVIE DESERVES ALL THE SEQUELS!!!!!!!

Now let me tell you what this movie flopping tells the film industry:

Power Rangers flopping tells those big media companies that no wants to see a movie with a diverse cast, it shows them that no one cares about LGBTQ representation in media, it tells them that an autistic superhero is unrealistic, it tells them that NONE of that matters; that WE (Again using this universally) do not matter, it shows that NO ONE CARES, and I think that is very sad.

So don’t just talk; DO.

Don’t rant and rave about how you want diversity and representation in film and then not support that film/content when it comes out.

The saying is “Actions speak louder than words.” 

So go out there and support this film, watch it while it is still available in theaters, (even if it is just the matinee prices), buy this film when it comes out on blu-ray and DVD, buy the merch, SHOW THOSE BIG MEDIA COMPANIES THAT WE MATTER AND CARE!!

(AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP WHITEWASHING KIMBERLY ANN HART)

anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario of how the Sakamaki and Mukamis would seduce their crush? Nice blog you've got here btw.

Thank you, hope you like this! Sorry this took so long too, school has been really kicking my ass lately rip. Some of the scenarios are fluffy, and some of them are dark. I really can’t see some of the boys treating you as something other than prey or food before they really get to know you.

Sakamaki

Ayato: Ayato watched you with a lustful, and longing gaze. From the way your smooth, (h/c) locks bounced across your shoulders, to the way your hips swished almost seductively when you walked. Ayato adored it all, especially the smell of your blood. His mouth watered in anticipation as he let his tongue slither over his fangs. Ayato very much wanted to make you his, and only his. He knew that he had to claim you tonight. Ayato had grown tired and bored of always watching you from afar. Tonight. Tonight he would take you with him by force, whether you liked it or not. He would sink his fangs into your neck, and would drink your blood to his heart’s content.

“You are mine, Ore-sama won’t have it any other way.”

Laito: Laito had you pinned against the wall as his trademark smirk adorned his appearance. “Ne, Bitch-chan, why don’t we do something fun tonight?” His smooth, breathy voice felt warm against your cheek. You desperately wanted to say something, but your voice caught in your throat as you gazed hopelessly up at Laito. “I’ve been watching you for a long time, you know?” He voiced, a cheerful smile appearing on his lips. It was almost disturbing at how happily, and carefree he said that. “I’ve wanted you for quite sometime now, is this what they call love at first sight?” His words caused an eerie chill to run down your spine. Your breathing became heavier as you stood there, trembling in place. He was absolutely terrifying. His face moved closer until his lips were just a hair away from yours.

“And now, I’ve got you cornered like a mouse.”

Kanato: Angry tears slid down his porcelain-like face as his mouth twisted downwards into a menacing frown. “Why is that whenever I see you… you are always with another man?!” Kanato screeched in anger as his hand held your arm in a vice-like grip, tightening by the second. “Kanato, please calm down…” You mumbled, “he only asked how my day was…” Kanato’s glare became even more chilling at your words. You sighed inwardly, it was no use trying to reason with Kanato when he was in a foul mood. His grip on your arm only tightened. Suddenly, Kanato’s tears abruptly stopped falling as his eyes lit up in realization. “Oh, I know what to do!” A sinister smile made its way onto his lips. He sharply tugged you closer to him, positioning himself in the crook of your neck, his fangs only inches away. “I have to make sure everyone can see that you are my prey.” Kanato harshly sank his fangs into your neck, and the sound of his greedy gulps filled your ears. It felt like an eternity before he finally retracted his fangs. A devilish grin creeped its way onto his face as he admired his work. Now everyone would know you were his.

“You’re mine, okay? Teddy agrees as well…”

Shu: Shu’s arms were wrapped around you tightly as his head rested comfortably on your shoulder. You squirmed uncomfortably, trying to loosen yourself from his grip. A sigh of exasperation left your lips as his grip on you only tightened. “Oi, stop moving. It’s annoying,” he mumbled, annoyance lacing his tone. To some, this may have looked like a form of endearment, and affection. But in actuality, you were nothing more than prey, and a warm pillow to him. “It’s your fault you’re in this situation you know, “ Shu muttered sleepily. “You always cling onto me so it’s only natural that you ended up being both my personal pillow and food,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“So stop moving and let me sleep. You’re mine, you know.”

Reiji: “Don’t be so stiff, and get rid of that slouch. It’s unbecoming for a lady,” Reiji uttered, his tone a bit bothered. “I invited you for tea my dear,” he sighed in exasperation. “I didn’t invite you with the intent to suck your blood, although I certainly would not mind.” He had a sneer on his face, the jerk had the audacity to tease you. Reiji was generally polite towards you, if not condescending. You seldom irritated him, but when you did cause him annoyance, he could dish out stinging insults. He gestured towards the tea set with his hand, motioning for you to take a cup. A content smile made its way onto his appearance, “do enjoy,” he voiced as he calmly drank.

“You are mine, so I expect nothing less than a refined, and proper attitude from you.”

Subaru: “Stop moving around so much! You’re pissing me off!” Subaru’s pale, muscular arms held you firmly against his chest. Without warning, he abruptly rips off the collar of your uniform before nestling himself in the crook of your neck. “You reek of other men, it irritates me.” Against you, Subaru’s voice was muffled, but the warning was clear and all the same. He gives you no warning as he harshly bites into you. The pain startles you, and you feel yourself growing faint. Subaru’s aggressiveness grew by the second, and it felt like he had no intention of stopping. It felt like an eternity had passed before he finally let go of you.

“You’re mine! Stop hanging around those bastards…”

Mukami

Ruki: His hand was cupped around his chin in a sophisticated, and thoughtful manner. Ruki’s eyes were trained on your figure as he observed you working on your homework. Ruki had made it a point that he wished to be near you whenever you worked on any assignment. He stated that he would ‘discipline your work habits’ and it would also, ‘give you less of a chance to escape.’ His actions were excess and unneeded, really. You knew you wouldn’t be able escape from him even if you wanted to. “Oi, look at me.” He suddenly commands, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You’ve been well behaved lately so let’s go for some tea once you are finished,” he voiced calmly. That was odd, he was usually never this nice. You nod your head slowly and you see a small smile break onto his face.  

“I’m your master, Livestock. Listen to nobody but me.”

 Kou: You were extremely surprised when Kou, an idol for God’s sake, had approached you seemingly out of nowhere. You were baffled at his attempts at conversation and friendship, even more so when he had asked you to be his girlfriend. You were hesitant at first, but you firmly denied him. Really, you barely knew the guy. Unfortunately for you, when you had said no, he went ballistic.

“I gave you my both my attention and affection, so is it not natural that you would do the same?! You’re just a human, so who do you think you are?” Kou was beyond furious. His normally peppy, and upbeat attitude had contorted into one of rage, and contempt. Kou’s hands balled into tight fists, and his mouth bent downwards into a frown. He gritted his teeth together as he roughly seized your shoulders, pulling you against him. Ignoring your squeaks of pain, he harshly pulled down the collar of your shirt. His fangs are etched into your neck drinking greedy gulps before you can register anything.

“Don’t resist me, it’s annoying. You’re mine, and I won’t give you to anyone.

 Yuma: Lately, Yuma had been pestering you with frequent requests to help him with his garden. You knew refusing his requests would have just resulted in a violent outcome, so you just went on with his whims anyways. However, it felt unusual to see him take such tender and dedicated care of his plants. His rough, and demanding attitude gave you the impression that he took little care of his belongings. “Oi, stop spacing out and help me harvest these tomatoes, Sow.” Yuma’s voice snaps you out of your daydream. Yuma hands you a brown basket, gesturing towards the multitude of tomato plants. “Well,” he motioned to the basket, “get to it!” You laughed inwardly at his seriousness. It was quite cute on how he genuinely loved his garden. Yuma could be quite overbearing at times, but it was occasionally pleasant to work alongside him.

“What are you smiling for, Sow? Get to work!”

 Azusa: “Hey… does it feel good?” Azusa drawled out. A light blush tinted his cheeks as he traced the blade of his knife across your arm. His eyes were half lidded with pleasure as he gazed intently at the blood trickling out of your wound. “Are you… enjoying it?” He breathed out, lowering his face down onto your arm. His tongue traced across the knife wound. “You taste… so sweet…” His words caused a chill to run up your back. You couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable, and alarmed at his actions. Both the situation and the way he had executed it unnerved you. The both of you had been working on a meal in the home economics room when he had abruptly grabbed hold of your arm, and started cutting it with a knife. Azusa was usually such a sweet person, so it shocked you that he was acting like this. Then again, you had always seen Azusa staring a little too intently at the cutlery. Azusa continued to lick your blood, the knife still pressed against your skin. When he looked up, a satisfied grin could be seen on his face.

“Hey… will you hurt me… as well?”

Disengaged

Based on a soulmate AU prompt from this post which said:

‘you think you have a sleepwalking problem but it’s really just the universe trying to bring you to your soulmate when your mind is disengaged’

SIMON

Ever since I met Agatha, I kept hoping I would wake up one day at the door to the Cloisters, unable to get past the wards even in my sleep, but it hasn’t happened. Even when we started dating in fifth year, I’d always still wake up in my own bed at the top of Mummers House. During summer breaks I used to dream about waking up to find Agatha knocking at the door of whichever home I was staying at, using the magic of soulmates to know where to find me, but she never came. I thought maybe the magic wasn’t as strong there, but that doesn’t explain why I never left my bed in my sleep the entire time I was at Watford.

So when Agatha tells me she wants to break up at the beginning of eighth year, I don’t put up much of a fight. I finally have to accept what my subconscious has been telling me all along – Agatha isn’t my soulmate.

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sentence prompts ➝ set it off
  • ❛ please don’t ever come back with that smile.❜ 
  • ❛ Just thank God that we’ve never been caught.❜
  • ❛ I’m tryin’ hard to shake this but you have got me spinning in circles.❜ 
  • ❛ I’ve let it all go to my head for the last damn time .❜ 
  • ❛ I want you to open your eyes.❜
  • ❛ There’s no I in Love, but there’s a “U” in Lust.❜
  • ❛ The front may be pretty but the heart is still black ❜
  • ❛ Run while you can while you still have the chance ❜
  • ❛ you could be the death of me ❜
  • ❛ you’re probably the greatest girl I’ll ever meet ❜
  • ❛ our hips are stealing the show and we know your fake. ❜ 
  • ❛ If you prick them do they bleed? ❜
  • ❛ Your lip gloss glimmers but your pulse fades.❜
  • ❛ Just know that I’ll always be here no fear ❜
  • ❛ I couldn’t see the lies behind those eyes ❜
  • ❛ Baby take off your disguise and you’ll see sunsets and starlit skies ❜
  • ❛ Take my hand I’ll guide you there ❜
  • ❛ We will always be Best Friends ❜
  • ❛ you’ll never confess the secret ❜ 
  • ❛ you’ve just met your match ❜
  • ❛ You had your chance and you threw it all away ❜
  • ❛ It’s high time you realize that this is what you had in store ❜
  • ❛ You’ve been outdone ❜
  • ❛ I know I never wanted to see you fall ❜
  • ❛ May your lips taste of mine when you kiss him. ❜
  • ❛ Why is it that you always take it out on me? Is it what you need to make your life complete? ❜
  • ❛ Should I stay or should I go? ❜
  • ❛ You say that there’s no happy endings but in this story, the good guy gets the girl.❜
  • ❛ So I’ll wait for you even though you don’t want me to.❜
  • ❛ Just sit back and deal with the hand you’re dealt. .❜
  • ❛ Face Facts, it won’t be easy this time. .❜
  • ❛ I am a victim, but I choose to be .❜
  • ❛ This bottle of Bacardi Is making me a little bit testy.❜
  • ❛ Who knew that immaturity was an anthem, The song that you sing when you lose your way.❜
  • ❛ Nothing to do? Well let’s argue.❜
  • ❛ Talking to you is just like breathing with a broken lung, I’d much rather “hang out” with a noose for fun.❜
  • ❛ If you think you’ve hurt me you’re oblivious.❜
  • ❛ Now listen as I tell them what became of us. ❜
  • ❛ Shoo fly don’t bother me. ❜
  • ❛ Your friends don’t know you put me through this, cause the picture you painted for them was all wrong. ❜
  • ❛ Go ahead and call me a liar. ❜
  • ❛ Tell everyone I never loved you. ❜
  • ❛ Through time and loneliness the boy found clarity, which he chose to release on the world through insanity. ❜
  • ❛ And I can’t stand this pain they cause me ❜
  • ❛ I think that I’m falling for you❜
  • ❛ All I know I need is you ❜
  • ❛ It’s not the way I want to end this night. ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid of facing living life without you t. ❜
  • ❛ This is not what I intended at all, How can we let this all slip away? ❜
  • ❛ Go ahead and cast your little judgmental glances; I’m not defenseless. ❜
  • ❛ I created a monster, a hell within my head ❜
  • ❛ Awake me from my nightmare ❜
  • ❛ Her lips are the gun, and her tongue are the bullets ❜
  • ❛ Tell me what am I to do, with a double dose of you? ❜
  • ❛ As the sun begins to rise, I can barely shut my eyes. ❜
  • ❛ This crazed, delirious mess; laughing at everything I see. ❜
  • ❛ Attention: All insomniacs, please raise your right hand and kindly, repeat after me: "I guess I’ll sleep when I am dead!“ ❜
  • ❛ Tell them to leave you’re coming home with me . ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been sitting here for hours . ❜
  • ❛ I’ve lost myself in make-believe . ❜
  • ❛ I’ve waited ten long years just to tell you I’m fearless . ❜
  • ❛ Do you believe in happy endings? ❜
  • ❛ And so I’ll say I finally wrote your song at last, sorry that this one came out so sad❜
  • ❛ I hear people speak of how you’d be so proud of me.❜
  • ❛ I never let people in, and I have you to remind me why.❜
  • ❛ You’ll never take us alive.❜
  • ❛ We swore that death will do us part.❜
  • ❛ They’ll call our crimes a work of art.❜
  • ❛ We’ll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners.❜
  • ❛ Empty out the vault and me and my doll will be on our way.❜
  • ❛ A morbid painting on display, this is the night the young love died, buried at each others side.❜ 
  • ❛ It’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem.❜
  • ❛ No one will love you like I did.❜
  • ❛ if you couldn’t tell, baby’s got a thirst for blood.❜
  • ❛ You’re better on your own.❜
  • ❛ It’s fun and games until we both get hurt.❜
  • ❛ We play with fire ‘cause we like the way it burns.❜
  • ❛ You’re not fooling anyone, not you, not me.❜
  • ❛ I can’t quite contain or explain my evil ways.❜
  • ❛ a wolf in sheep’s clothing is more than a warning .❜
  • ❛ black sheep, have you any soul?❜
  • ❛ by the way, what the hell are morals?❜
  • ❛ Karma’s gonna come collect your debt.❜
  • ❛ Aware, you stalk your prey with criminal mentality.❜
  • ❛ You sink your teeth into the people you depend on.❜
  • ❛ I smell the blood of a petty little coward.❜
  • ❛ Show me how you justify telling all your lies like second nature .❜
  • ❛ Maybe you’ll change, abandon all your wicked ways. make amends and start anew again .❜
  • ❛ Maybe you’ll see all the wrongs you did to me .❜
  • ❛ Who am I kidding?❜
  • ❛ Now, let’s not get overzealous here.❜
  • ❛ If I could kill you I would but it’s frowned upon in all fifty states .❜
  • ❛ Having said that, burn in hell.❜
  • ❛ Because when you take this out on me my knees get weak with that heart of kryptonite.❜
  • ❛ You made me the bad guy .❜
  • ❛ Miss mysterious, who are you?❜
  • ❛ I tried to reach, outstretch my hand but you turned around instead .❜
  • ❛ I stole the moon, I drove through that bleak December .❜
  • ❛ You were my touch of duality and I’ll haunt your every dream .❜ 
Bully

Request: “can i request a james potter oneshot? super angsty but with a happy ending? like maybe he accidentally yells at her or takes a fight too far(not physically) or something like that. jdndndj idk lmao thank you :)”

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: ANGST

Originally posted by laquing

“I can’t believe you would do that!” You yelled, slamming the door behind you. James had taken to throwing his shoes angrily across the room as he took them off.

“It was just a joke (Y/n). Calm down.” He grumbled, annoyed that you would take such offence. He had taken off his glasses, rubbing his face.

“A joke? You ruined my dress James, and made a fool of me in front of everyone!” You scoffed, tearing your cake splattered dance dress from your angrily shaking body. “You’re supposed to be head boy. I thought you grew up.”

“What, so I just have to automatically become a boring goody-two-shoes like you?” He scoffed, sending a glare your way, not even becoming choked up at your half naked body as he normally would. “Some of us actually like to have fun once in a while.”

“Oh shut up. We all know what your version of fun entails.” Your tone lowered as you stared daggers into his being.

“And what is that, hm?” He dared, crossing his arms as he stood up, coming behind you as you tugged a big shirt on. You frowned at your reflection, ignoring James as you pulled chunks of vanilla frosting from your hair. He grunted at your disregard, pulling you around to face him. “Just tell me what you think of me!”

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Hands to yourself

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: mild smut, too much fluff

Word count: 1702

Request: by anon, Could you write an imagine where bucky celebrates his and y/n’s anniversary and he can’t keep his hands to himself in a fluffy/smutty kind of way?

A/N: Hope you all like this! I’ve been busy all weekend but I managed to get this out! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated <3

Originally posted by bucha-nan

It was hard to believe that you had been married to Bucky for a year. Time seemed to fly, being attached at the hip to the love of your life. Your wedding was small and simple, held in a local church. There were not many guests or many decorations but it was everything you ever wanted and more. All that mattered was Bucky. Today was your anniversary, so obviously Tony would be using it as an excuse to throw a massive party. 

You and Bucky were set to arrive at the tower from your off site apartment in an hour. The steam fogged up your bathroom mirror and you swiped at it with your hand to help it dissipate. Removing the towel from around your body, you wrapped it around your hair and twisted it until it sat on top of your head. You poked at your face for a minute but then decided to get dressed before fixing your makeup. 

The bathroom door creaked open and the cool air made goosebumps appear all over your naked body. You shivered and immediately went to the dresser to find some underwear. You hadn’t noticed Bucky standing in the doorway of your bedroom until you felt his firm hands grip your hips from behind. 

He leaned forward and you could feel his breath fan across your skin. He placed a hot open mouthed kiss to your neck. A different kind of shiver racked your body. His lips were relentless as he trailed down your spine. Taking his time making sure to worship every part of you. At that point, finding underwear was long forgotten. He sucked on your hip for a moment, being sure to mark you and then turned your body around so you were facing him. 

The sight of him kneeling before you was so erotic you almost collapsed. He kissed and licked the front of your left hip slowly coming closer to your core and then moving farther away, teasing you.

 “Buck please” you moaned. You could feel his smirk on your hip as he obeyed you and kissed his way to your center. Your hands found their way into his hair and you guided him where you wanted him. You were lost in him, and he was definitely lost in you. That is until you remembered that you were supposed to be getting ready.

You held both the sides of his face and gently lifted him off of you. He grumbled at the loss of contact and looked up at you curiously.

 “Love, we have to get ready. Tony is expecting us in less than an hour” you smiled guilty down at him still kneeling in front of you. He looked disappointed but stood up next to you and kissed your cheek.

 “Do we have to go?” He whined and gave you his best puppy dog eyes. For a moment you were considering pushing him over to your shared bed and letting him do whatever he wanted to you. Quickly you snapped out of your irresponsible thoughts and looked at him sternly.

 “Yes darling we have to go. The party is for us after all.”

“Well if it’s for us we should be able to decide whether we want to go or not” Bucky persisted. 

“Come on it’ll be fun! Besides, we’ll have plenty of time to finish what we started after the party” you winked at him and took his large hand in yours. 

“Now help me pick out something to wear.”

20 minutes into your outfit search and you both had come up empty handed. You held up dress after dress but each of them didn’t sit right with you. Bucky wasn’t much help. He said that same thing each time you tried one on. ‘You look beautiful’. You would roll your eyes playfully and then you’d be back to square one. 

Frustrated and running out of time to get ready, you settled on a knee length champagne silk dress. It had a halter top and more of a babydoll fit. It made you feel beautiful. Bucky was no longer paying attention to you because he was getting himself ready. His snug dress pants made his ass look fantastic but you pushed away those thoughts and walked over to him. 

“So how do I look?” You asked waiting for the same response you got for all the other dresses. 

“Wow- okay you can’t wear that to the party” he groaned. His pupils were blown and he licked his lips. 

“What do you mean? I like this dress” you said clearly disappointed. 

“Doll, trust me, I love this dress. It’s just that if you want to actually get to the party you’re going to have to change. I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself with you looking like that” he smirked at you and you laughed at his coy remarks. 

“Well I think I’m going to wear it anyway and you, Mr. Barnes, are going to have to find a way to control yourself” you purred and placed your hand on his chest. Now you were teasing him. 

“Darling, you are going to be the death of me, I swear” he huffed with an exasperated look. Obviously your teasing had its intended effect on Bucky and you were pleased with yourself. You giggled at the expression on his face and leaned in to kiss his jaw. Seeing how flushed his face was, you turned away from him to fix your hair and makeup. 

Bucky stood directly behind you the whole time and occasionally brushed his metal hand up and down your back, making you shiver yet again. Your eyes met his in the mirror in front of you. He smirked at you, knowing that his close proximity to you was the reason you were biting your lip. After you were finished with your hair and makeup, he snaked his hands around your waist and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“You are so pretty” he remarked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Even though you had been married to him for a year and had been dating him for 3, his compliments always caught you off guard. Your face broke into a smile and your eyes flitted away from his, clearly flustered. You craned your neck to face him and leaned up to kiss his jaw.

“Come on darling, let’s go. The cab should be waiting for us outside” you beamed and fluffed your hair one last time before slipping on your shoes and gripping your husband’s hand for balance. He chuckled at the clumsiness you possessed in which he had fallen in love with, and made sure to keep you upright. After you were settled in your shoes Bucky lifted your hand to his mouth and left a gentle kiss there. He then led you to the door and out of your apartment.

On the walk to the cab you realized that you should’ve brought a jacket and were visibly uncomfortable. Bucky noticed and shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. You smiled in appreciation and he reached forward to open the car door for you. 

You were about ten minutes out from Stark tower and Bucky’s hand was resting on your leg. He had been cracking jokes to whole ride and for moment you stopped listening just to study his face. It was still a wonder to you, how effortlessly handsome he was.

Bucky became slightly worried when you didn’t laugh at what he had said and only looked at him with a curious expression.

“Y/N? You okay doll?” he questioned and rubbed your knee with his thumb.

“How did I get so lucky?” you responded absentmindedly and with a new surge of spontaneity, you reached into your purse and grabbed your phone. 

Hey Wanda, let Tony know that we’re not gonna make it tonight. Tell everyone to take a shot for us and have a good time! ox’ 

“Driver?” you called and Bucky quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Can you bring us back to where you picked us up? There have been a change of plans.” You winked at Bucky. His face split into a smile and he reached over to hold your hand. The driver made a quick U-turn and you were on your way home. 

“I was thinking it over and I decided that you were right. The only person I need with me to celebrate our anniversary, is you.” his smile grew until his nose was all scrunched up in that way you love and his eyes seemed to sparkle.

You pulled up in front of your apartment building and Bucky ran around to the your side of the car to open the door for you. You chastised him about opening doors for you all the time, claiming that you could open the door for yourself. He always responded with the same phrase, ‘Old habits die hard doll’ so eventually you had just gotten used to him doing it.

He took your hand as you climbed out of the cab and then wrapped his arm around your waist. You walked inside like this and once you reached your apartment, you started to dig through your purse for your key. 

Bucky, standing slightly behind you, grabbed your ass with both of hands, after making sure there was no one in the hallway. You grinned at him over your shoulder.

“I guess I don’t have to keep my hands to myself now” He smirked at you.

“I was hoping that you wouldn’t. If you thought I looked good with this dress on, you should see me with it off” you sang and pulled him into the apartment with you. He moaned and bit down on your shoulder lightly before picking you up and placing you gently on the bed.

He looked down at you with admiration for a moment and then finally spoke. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Now come here” You giggled and began to lift your dress over your head and you pulled him down to you.

Astro: Would he make your relationship public?

A/N: This is my first request and I’m so happy! @yona–hime, I’m glad you took time to ask me! I did it before with GOT7 & Monsta X, but this one was a bit harder since these boys are like my lil’ bros… For the sake of this reaction, I’ll think of you as a lil’ sister in law. Take good care of them, hehe. 😘


Jinjin

The pression of being a good leader weights heavy on Jinjin’s shoulders, especially when it comes to his relationship you. He’s a big romantic, but he’s fearful and wants to shield you from the netizens scrutiny. He’s also afraid of the negative consequences your relationship announcement could have on other Astro’s member careers. For now, he doesn’t plan to announce anything publicly and keeps his love for you low profile.

Verdict: Nop, he makes it clear that his priority should remain his group and members, but you understood that from the start. He’s really sweet with you and does a lot of small romantic gestures… Like he has this complicated way of hiding your name in code in “Thank you” notes at the end of every Astro’s albums. Sweet.

MJ

This cutie is so excited you reciprocate his feelings, he doesn’t notice anything else. If blinded by love was inspired by someone, it would be by the way MJ looks at you. You always hang out for dates at cafés or romantic picnics by the Han River. The boys tease him a lot about wanting to get to know you too, but he doesn’t want to share you with anyone. In no time, there’s a lot of pictures and videos online of you two laughing and being silly together.

Verdict: You don’t even have to wait to find out, fans quickly speculate you’re dating. An aroha even created a fake love Instagram in support of you two and within 3 months it reached 100k followers.

Cha Eunwoo

When you started to date Eunwoo, you knew your relationship would work on his terms since he’s busy and a bit of a control freak, you didn’t mind though. Eunwoo values honesty a lot and he plans to announce your relationship publicly when you’ll both be comfortable enough with the idea. In the meantime, you’re taking the relationship step by step, bringing a lot of your love and chaos in his overly organized life.

Verdict: Yes. Eunwoo comes up with a detailed plan of how he’s going to tell Arohas about you two. He took loads of notes and considered public reactions of other Idols dating news to make sure you both get the best reaction possible. When he does tell, his plan works perfectly well. You instantly get overwhelm with positive message and support and are dubbed the nation cutest couple.

Moonbin

You two sometimes fight about his emotional evasiveness, so you don’t even dream of asking for him to speak publicly about you. Even if Bin’s deeply committed to your relationship, it’s a bit hard for you to guess it. You only ask him to show you a little bit more of his heart so you can feel more confident, but he doesn’t get why it’s important for you to know exactly what’s on his mind. The fact that he’s often late on dates because of his nature and prefers adventurous dates to romantic dinners only cements your doubts.

Verdict: It’s only after one big fight that he realizes he needs to find a way to express his love if he wants to keep you. That’s when he goes all out. He’s not someone who likes to bare his soul, so he asks for his members’ help and plans a cute V Live where they all reenact your love story and he voices over. Sanha plays your part and he goes so extra he almost steals the show. The funny clip goes viral and that’s how you, Arohas, their pissed off manager and the world find out about Moonbin’s true feelings.

Rocky

JEEZ. You two are making everybody go craaaazy. Can’t you date already? It’s so evident to everybody around that you both like each other, yet there’s still no confession from either of you. You spend a lot of time hanging out, chilling. Rocky loves surprising you with a back hug and resting his chin on your shoulder to feel both of your heart rates accelerate together. One day, MJ and Sanha were teasing you about accidently wearing matching couple clothes and you grabbed Rocky’s hand, insisting that you didn’t mind and actually looked quite good together. They just stared at you in awe as Rocky wavered between acting fake-cocky and becoming a blushing mess.

Verdict: You two don’t even realize you’re actually, already in a relationship, forget about making it public. JUST CONFESS GODAMMIT. ASDFGHJKL

Sanha

It feels like it took him 100 years to figure out you were crushing badly on him. He even used to defend your friendship to his hyungs: “Stop it, y/n is this nice like that to everyone! I don’t know what you mean.” You had to go all out and confess first to make him realized he liked you too. After that, you became inseparable. You’re his first love and Sanha’s quite the dreamer and he brings a lot of passion in your relationship, always surprising you with cute gestures. He would want the world to know about your relationship, but neither of you ever bring it up, so it never becomes a subject of importance.

Verdict: Your 200th day anniversary happens to coincide with one of Astro’s concert. Sanha gets a bit too emotional in his speech before his solo stage and accidently confess to your relationship in front of the crowd of cheering Arohas. “This is a love song I wrote for y/n… Errr I Mean-” Jinjin has to appear panicked, half-dressed from backstage and grab the microphone to do some damage control.

- Lyly

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