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ten things i’m looking forward to in s7 of game of thrones

1. gendry

2. robert’s bastard

3. the person arya could be family to 

4. that guy who’s been rowing since s3

5. the bull

6. prob the hulk by now, tho

7. that guy who was blacksmith apprentice to tobho matt

8. “when i hit that steel it sings, are you gonna sing when i hit you?“

9. the person to whom arya is “m’lady”

10. a man who refuses to serve, but wants a family

I’m Sorry (fluff)

 @dontwannacryuhoo and Anon asked if I would be making a part two. :)

Title: I’m Sorry (Jungkook)
Genre: Fluff (for real this time), splash of angst
Words: 1339
A/N: So…here goes the part two of Confession. I never really thought of making a second part because I wanted it to really end in that brutal manner. But to all those readers who resort to happy endings and bursts of sunshine and smiles (bleh), here you go. This was inspired by Halsey’s Sorry. Enjoy!

p.s.  a scene was inspired by I’ll Give You the Sun. It’s a beautiful book, really. It’s the only book I’ve read with a gay guy as the protagonist. Also, I’m so sorry, this is not that good…I think.

Confession


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

You were beyond mad. Your friend had dragged you to a party where, apparently, he was also attending. It was all good until you saw him among the group. Your whole body trembled at the sight of him, remembering the painful rejection. You never expected him to be so oblivious of how you felt. He could have rejected you in the most normal way but no, he acted as if you asked him whether he liked apples or not.

How could a nice guy like him set aside your feelings as casually as possible? He’s not nice after all, you thought.

That’s why you decided to avoid him every chance you could. You deleted his number, studied his schedule and patterns so that you won’t be at the same places, you declined group meetings, you hid everywhere. You basically pulled yourself away from social interaction with anyone because anyone you were friends with, he was friends with too.

How is it that the world sounds so small?

Jungkook gives you a faint smile and you pretend to be looking past him. Your heart was still mending itself and it would do no good to look at him and force a smile. Smiling suddenly felt painful for you.

“How dare you,” you say through gritted teeth.

Your friend only shrugs and places an arm around you, “You need to get out and start falling for others. Besides, he’s only just a crush, right?”

You look at her and wonder. Was he just a crush?

“You’ll get over him just like Taylor Swift does,” your friend clicks her tongue and sits you on the floor with your group of friends. Your hand instantly reaches for the bag of chips in front of you. You feel another brush against yours and you look at the owner. Jungkook.

“Sorry, I–” you say but stuff your mouth with food. You don’t want to talk to him. Ever.

“Yeah…” he says, rather awkwardly. Has he finally gotten it into his senses that rejecting someone didn’t work easily? You go back beside your friend and try to chew your food, earning an eye-roll from her. You didn’t care because your heart was beating so fast you couldn’t hear anything.

He’s just a crush He’s just a crush He’s just a crush He’s just a crush.

The host, a member of your group of friends, had decided to start a game of charades. It was all fun and laughs. For a moment, you forgot that the dorky guy who was impersonating a seagull in front of you was your heartbreaker. That was when the charades had turned into monopoly into writing your names with your butt into truth or dare.

Everything was happy. You were dared to drink a shake that was made up of weird and unlikely ingredients. It was awful but you felt crazy and happy. You even laughed at Jungkook’s hilarious conversations with the local department stores. It was so good to be back with your friends.

You lay your head against your friend’s shoulder while chanting with the others, waiting for the bottle to stop spinning. The game was nearing its end. It stopped in front Taehyung. You weren’t that close to him but you knew he was Jungkook’s closest friend. He was also one of the cool and funny kids so you cheered for him.

“Hmm, I dare you to…to take the prettiest girl inside my dressing room and stay there for seven minutes,” the host says. Everyone cheers at this and Taehyung turns red.

“Taehyung,” you all chant at him. He stands up walking around. To your surprise, he grabs your arm and before you could protest, he drags you inside the dressing room.


You lean yourself against the wall, trying to even your breath. You stare at the boy who was leaning against the wall in front of you.

“What was that for?!” you say. “I don’t even really know you.”

Taehyung looks at you and smiles. You wait for him to speak but nothing comes out.

“Are you going to speak or not?”

His smile falters and he becomes awkward. You take back saying that he was cool. “Oh, uh…uh, do you want to talk about the history of pants?”

“What?!” you breathe.

“I mean, we have to spend seven minutes in the room wisely, y’know.” he shrugs. He is a weird boy, you conclude.

“No…do you…like me?” you say, turning red at your question.
Taehyung laughs at this and you close your eyes in embarrassment. Was this another painful rejection?

“No, I don’t,” he says. “But someone does…”

You open your eyes at this. “Who?”

Someone likes you?

“Won’t say,” he smirks. “Let’s wait for him to be jealous and come out, shall we?”

You only managed to nod.

“So about pants…?” Taehyung starts and you laugh at this. You smile at him, “I think it starts with the Romans…”

You and Taehyung pretended to be dazed and dizzy once you were out of the room. Both of you mentally giggled at their baffled expressions when neither answered the questions properly. Your friend raises an eyebrow at you and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.

You decide to stay on the balcony and let everything sink into you. You walk outside and lean towards the railing, and stare at the stars.

“Hey,” you hear someone say. You look back to see Jungkook leaning beside you.

“Hey,” you only say. You put your arms over your chest in an attempt to hide your beating heart. Why can’t it ever stop?

“What’re you thinking?” Jungkook looks at you, making you feel weird.

“Nothing…just a while ago,” you smile. You felt comfortable with Jungkook. That was one of the reasons why you fell for him. He made you feel like yourself and feel happy. And still, no matter what had happened, you still felt the comfort he brought.

“Oh…with Tae?” he says, never taking his eyes off you. You chuckle at the question.

“Can you be more direct?” you tease.

You didn’t expect him to take it seriously, “Didyoukiss?”

Your head jerks at him, making you two face each other so close. Your heart was definitely going to rip itself out of your chest.

Then you remember what had happened.

“Why would it matter?” you sigh and distance yourself away from him. You mutter a goodbye and start to leave but he takes your hand. Your eyes widen at this.

“Don’t. Please. Don’t leave me again,” he says.

“I don’t understand, I never left you,” you say. His hand felt warm.

“I’m sorry I never realised that I like you so much. I’m sorry I didn;t process your words before. I’m sorry I was too ignorant. I never thought someone would fall for me, Y/N,” he says, tears forming in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, okay. I never realised that your absence would leave my heart empty and alone. I miss you so much that I realised how special you are to me. How much I like you.”

“Jungkook…”

“And now, Taehyung comes sweeping you off away from me because I’m a coward. I’m too shy to tell you how I feel. I’m so sorry,” he says, releasing your hand and running a hand through his hair.

“Jungkook.” you firmly say, making him face you. “Nothing happened, it was just me and him talking about the history of pants.”

His mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, and you chuckle at this. You wrap your hands around his neck and tiptoe and hug him. You inhale his cologne, sending your brain into a dizzy state. You tightly hug him and you could feel his heart beating so fast too.

“I would reject you and make you feel my suffering but I still like you,” you mutter, making Jungkook grin and hug you back. “Y/N,” he whispers and kisses your cheek. You scrunch your nose and smile at this.

Well, this was one heck of a confession. One too late. The other too early.

Taeyong’s Cat Savior

“Hi can u write write an angst+fluff of Taeyong where he’s with popular clique at school n his female friends r badmouthing u so u start to avoid as much social life as possible. But one day u save his pet or something so he begins to notice u n want to get to know u. That was long but thx very much ?”

I WROTE THIS IN CLASS AND I COULDN’T THINK OF ANY MEAN GIRL NAMES SO I NAMED THEM JENNIE AND LISA I’m not changing it. I love Jennie and Lisa tho, and the idea behind this request. The first bit’s in Taeyong’s POV kind of idk.

Genre- Angsty Fluff

Word Count- 870

-Taeyong’s POV-

“–And she’s not even all that pretty, but you can tell she thinks she is.” Jennie, Taeyong’s childhood friend drones on.

“Mhm” He says, not paying much attention to the girl. He picks at his cuticles as the she carries on.

“I mean, she knows it but she acts like she doesn’t, you know what I mean?” Jennie continues, boring Taeyong to death.

“Who? Y/N?” Lisa asks, sitting down next to Taeyong. She sets his food tray aside so she can set hers in its place.

“Yeah, you know how she does that thing where she pretends–” Taeyong blocks out the conversation, not wanting to hear another word of it. He doesn’t agree with any of the things Jennie says, in fact he thinks the opposite.

After about 5 more minutes of blocking the two girls out, Lisa’s voice brings Taeyong back to reality.

“And her choice of clothes–”

“Enough!” He snaps, hitting his fist against the lunch table. Not hard, just enough to get the two girls to focus their attention on him. “I’m tired of hearing about it!”

“….If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like her.” Lisa says in a sing-song like way. Taeyong groans, putting his head down. “She’s just an obnoxious person, plain and simple.”


-Your POV-


You walk home alone, head down, earbuds in. Being new in school is horrible. You’ve never experienced being the new kid until these past couple of days. You haven’t made a single friend, but you’ve definitely made some enemies. There are two girls in particular who you constantly catch gossiping about you. Whether you walk by them and hear your name, or you enter a class room and they say something about you as you walk by. They’re always together, and they’re almost always talking about you.

You stand at the corner, looking both ways before you cross the street. There’s a car in the distance, but not close enough for you to worry about. Suddenly, something catches your eye: a cat, lying on the other side of the street. From here you can only see that it’s multicolored, maybe a calico, and frail.

You take your earbuds out and call to it. “Hi, buddy.” From the other side, it just glares. “Go home, bud.” Suddenly, it starts walking into the road. It walks slow, a bit shaky. You quickly look over and see the car, the same one that you didn’t consider to be a threat a few moments ago. It’s speeding, going a lot fast than you had originally anticipated.  “Get out of the way!” You panic, knowing what could happen if you didn’t do anything. The car shows no signs of slowing down and the cat shows no sign of speeding up. You decide to take matters into your own hands and sprint into the street. You snatch the frail cat up and run to the other side, earning a beep from the speeding car. You’re now standing on the sidewalk, in front of the house the cat probably lives in. “You could have gotten yourself killed!” You hold that cat above your head slightly, and gently shake it, trying to get the severeness of this situation through it’s kitty brain.

Suddenly, the door of the house flies opens, and a boy runs out. “Oh my god, thank you so much,” He says, taking the cat. He hugs the cat to his chest, rocking it slightly. “I don’t think I could have gotten to her in time.” You recognize him from school; he hangs out with the two girls who constantly gossip about you.

“…Is this your cat?” The dumb question just flies out.

“Yeah,” he says, just before kissing the cat on the head. “Hold on,” He carries the cat back up to the house and gently sets her inside. “She’s an old girl,” He explains as he makes his way back to you. “We’ve had her since I was young. She’s getting adventurous in her old age.”

“Oh..” You begin to walk away, when he stops you, grabbing your arm. You’re shocked at the sudden contact.

“Aren’t you Y/N?” He asks, squinting slightly as he studies your face. He’s really attractive, but you’ve placed him on your list of people to never talk to. Though you’ve never heard him talk about you, you don’t want to chance more people gossiping about you.

“..Yes..” You say, looking at your arm in his hand. He notices too, and releases it.

“Oh…” He looks as if he’s working out some intense math problem in his head. “..Mind if I walk with you?”

“I do mind, actually.” You continue on, without him. He catches up instantly, but you don’t actually mind. He seems… Nice.

“Come on, where are we going?” He asks playfully. You look over at him, looking at the cute smile on his face.

“I’m going home.” You inform him.

“You just saved my childhood pet.” He tells you the information you already know. “Let me treat you to some ice cream or something. Whatever you like.”

“Are you asking me out?”

“If I were… Would you tell me no?”

“…No…”

“Then yeah, Y/N, I’m asking you out.”


Ah~~~ I’m Taeyong t r a s h

(If you wanna know what I’m doing next, I have a little schedule thing now. Just click navigate on my blog)

((I loved this so much, I might  make a pt. 2 or something ))

At this point i dont even want the trans label, im just a man. Just the association that comes along with that word now a-days leaves a really sour taste in my mouth. I dont want the label, and i most definietly dont want to be called ‘queer.’ Not everyone has reclaimed that slur, and likewise– the associated stigma that comes along with it is almost nauseating.

analysing panic! at the disco lyrics:

  • basically insightful puns at every turn
  • lol who needs titles that make sense
  • sex????
  • what does that word mean
  • let me just google it
  • oh right
  • that’s great I can use that in my next essay
  • how can eyes be moon sized 
  • doOrs„
  • more sex….I think….
  • wait hang on why am I crying

When you accidentally pit your characters against an antagonist they have no chance of defeating;

While creating the antagonist: Hell yes! All the powers! I want this to be the most supremely OP antagonist ever!

While trying to keep your main characters from being killed by the antagonist: Oh god… what have I done…