when people talks with their hands

A bunch of information on the Klance Spirits AU

The Spirits:

  • 99% of them are completely harmless and unable to interact with the physical world.
  • Most of them are about the size of a hand, their shapes can vary, some can fly, some can walk.
  • None of them can talk but they can project strong emotions (especially if they are evil spirits)
  • People who can see them feel like they are touching warm empty air when they try touch them.

Keith:

  • Keith was actually able to see spirits at a young age, which is why he believes in Lance. He interacted with them a lot so he was considered odd by other children.
  • He once got into contact with the one of spirits that are not as kind as others, which gave him a sort of ‘curse’ which is attracting spirits whether he wants it or not and he lost his abilities to see them shortly after.
  • Since then he has always felt an uncomfortable weight on his shoulders, sleeps badly and has headaches often, which is why he prefers to not speak to people if possible and listen to music to get drain away the buzzing in his head.
  • He is unaware that he is chased by spirits until Lance tells him. They clung mostly to his shoulders and hair but sometimes are around his feet as well, or just flying nearby.
  • Spirits have really bad memory which is why they keep coming back to Keith even though Lance drives them away.
  • Even though Lance tells the spirits to leave Keith alone, there is always a small flame spirit that clings to Keith shoulder, when Lance asks about it Keith tells him that it was his best friend when he was a kid, with a sad smile.

Lance:

  • Since young Lance realized that people couldn’t see spirits so he only interacts with them when he is aware he is alone.
  • Hunk is the only friend who knows about them but it’s a topic they never talk about.
  • The only reason why he spoke to them while around Keith when they met was because Keith was being a jackass and he didn’t care if he thought he was crazy or not.
  • Lance doesn’t hate spirits, he finds them pretty actually, but he doesn’t love them either, because they make him feel different. Basically he treats them like flowers, appreciating their beauty from afar. 

Their relationship:

  • Lance offers Keith to hang around with him and his friends, to be easier to shoosh the spirits that bother Keith away more easily.
  • Keith tells Lance that he actually doesn’t feel tired while jogging. One morning Lance tags along on Keith morning jogs and he almost passes out laughing when he realizes that most of the spirits fall off while Keith runs and they are just trying to catch up to Keith.
  • One day, when Lance sees Keith coming to university surrounded by spirits with eye bags he realizes that the spirits probably bug him during sleep too, which is how they ends up inviting Keith over for a sleepover, hoping he could ask the spirits not to bother him for the night.
  • Lance won’t admit it but Keith looks really pretty with spirits around him, once a spirit that has a head of a flower was sitting on Keith’s head and Lance felt his heart skip a bit.
  • Lance is the one who confesses to Keith, when Keith admits that he feels like he is a burden to Lance to which Lance replies by saying that taking care of the person he loves would never be a burden. 

Richie and Bev’s soulmate friendship:

  • Stoned sloppy make outs
  • Hair braiding
  • Friendship hickeys
  • Meeting in the janitors closet/nurses bathroom to get high (edibles), make out, hook up (aged up ofc), or just talk.
  • Richie giving soft thigh kisses while relaxing
  • Holding hands, planting soft kisses on the back of each other’s hands.
  • Soft kisses on the cheek or lips whenever they meet.
  • Richie calling Bev “his princess”
  • Being mistaken as a couple and agreeing to it which confuses people when they see Richie with Eddie and Bev with Ben
  • (inspired by a fanfic/headcanon list) Agreeing to get married if they stay single till 30
  • Matching outfits if their s/o doesn’t feel like it.

part 1/?

“I don’t want to live in the kind of world where we don’t look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.” ~ Charles de Lint I saw this quote and it made me think of you. You reached out to me, a stranger at the time, when I was going through a rough time, with encouragement and an offer to listen if I needed to talk. I’m not sure if you even remember, it was on my previous blog. It meant a lot to me. I’ve learned that you do that often. It’s just who you are. And that is a beautiful thing. ❤ I love the idea of this theme, because women reaching out and sharing their experiences, their vulnerabilities, their fears and their happiness brings us together and lifts us all up. ❤❤❤



I don’t remember, but thank you so much for your kind words! I am so glad to have you be a part of a supportive and encouraging women’s group! It’s small now, but I think it’s going to grow into something really wonderful. 
Alice~  ❤

Originally posted by dailydoseoffeminism

anonymous asked:

you've probably answered this already but what is she physically like in person? i think i wouldn't be able to stop staring at her eyes, they are probably even bluer in real life

she is very long and lanky. she’s super thin and really petite. her eyes are aggressively blue, she’s really really engaging and very touchy - she stands close to you and grabs at your hands a lot. i’ve never met someone so attentive when you speak to her. she refuses to break eye contact. when she laughs she laughs with her whole body which is really genuine and something that a lot of people don’t do.

she makes you feel important and special and like you are the only person in the room even when there are 4-5 others there. she refuses to let anything interrupt the conversation - on monday, they asked her four times to pose for the picture and she kept going because we were chatting about something. she responds quickly and never makes you feel rude or uncomfortable, and compensates if she does by accident — also on monday, she was talking to ashley and accidentally turned her back on me and then when i moved around she immediately grabbed my hand and squeezed it because she felt bad. 

is that what you wanted to know?

IMPORTANT THINGS IN THE BOOTLEG

Jeremy’s massive thing of Aveeno and tissues. Same.

Will Connolly has nice legs.

Jeremy tucks in his shirt? What a nerd.

The choreography in More Than Survive is legendary.

Chloe is an asshole. Also, I’m pretty sure Jeremy was going to defend Jenna? Good boy.

Jeremy is so gleeful when he sees the sign up sheet? Fuck everyone who says he only signed up for Christine- this boy clearly wanted to do it, he was just too scared to go for it.

The sad look as he realizes that the signup is just going to end in humiliation.

CHRISTINE’S LIP BALM??? Get moisturized!

IS MY MACBOOK PRO HARD DRIVE

Brooke’s hair is gorgeous.

Jeremy bops along to Michael’s rap, which is adorable. It also shows that he’s only really comfortable around him- compare Jeremy in the chorus of More Than Survive, where he’s flailing and totally unable to keep with the choreography to Two Player Game, where he and Michael are completely in sync.

Handshake is repeated in Two Player Game! Motif confirmed!

Speaking of which, Michael himself is totally with the choreography. I think this can be taken as either him accepting his place in the hierarchy, or at least having the social skills to navigate it. Either way, it makes sense that he has trouble relating to Jeremy’s frustration with fitting in- in his own way, he already does.

Also, the prop and scene transitions are fantastic? The entire set is ridiculously versatile, and it’s incredible how seamless the transitions are and how they blend into the dancing. Also, the fucking sky bean bags. Who do you think had to stand up on the catwalks and drop those? I wanna know.

At 7:40 we have some quality hand flapping action? I mean, this entire scene is great- Jeremy stands up straighter and looks so genuinely excited, and he runs up to the poster, so ready to get genuinely into this play… and then Rich calls him gay and publically humiliates him.

Speaking of Rich, he’s kind of a dick in this, isn’t he? I mean, the whole bullying thing definitely is not a mild issue- Rich spends most of his time attacking Jeremy. At 2:40 he straight up punches Jeremy in the nuts, he actually lays hands on him during the “BOYF” scene, and when he’s singing to him, at one point he’s clearly about to punch him. Hard.

Speaking of that moment, I want to point out Jeremy’s instantaneous reaction to Rich raising his hand. That’s not a normal reaction. Normal people block their faces, obviously, but the way Jeremy automatically does it before Rich even finishes raising his hand, that’s not normal. That’s what people do when they’ve been hit. A lot.

Anyways, Michael is amazing? Such a supportive friend. So many good friendly touches. 9:45’s little face pat, and the entirety of Two Player Game stick out.

“WELL I’M JEREMY!”

And lemme talk about I Love Play Rehearsal too. I love Christine, and she’s so amazingly extra in everything she does. I also love how happy Jeremy is listening to her, even if he’s too nervous to talk, and how Christine is totally cool with that! They have a lot of great chemistry in this!

I also love how it’s absolutely obvious that Christine is horrible at reading the room and is constantly unaware of the innuendos she’s making. My beautiful, oblivious daughter.

And, she’s so comfortable with him! You go girl! Shout at the sweaty man!

Jeremy is a ball of spastic energy. Constantly. I can relate.

Shout out to Jeremy putting his hands over his lap. It’s okay man. We all have boners for Christine.

Jeremy’s little smile during her song? It’s adorable. 100% wholesome. He’s so in love.

And Christine poking his… like, everywhere? Cute as hell.

And for that matter, Jeremy’s nervous tic of smoothing down his hair? Really cute. He does it a lot too!

Jake is apparently also on the Frisbee Golf Team. Make of that what you will.

Mr. Reyes hugging Christine. Quality comforting. My poor daughter, who then proceeds to harass him during the Hot Pocket Break. Perfect girl.

She also seems really hesitant initially with Jake. Her body language is very much “Leave me alone please.”

Jeremy has canonically had to go to the nurse over breakdowns.

Rich has seen Mr. Reyes urinate. This isn’t important, but like. It happened. Why.

Rich spends the entire discussion before his song urinating while rolling his hips. And doesn’t wash his hands. Then puts said hands all over Jeremy. Jeremy has indirectly touched Rich’s dick.

Rich’s lisp comes back when he shouts at Jeremy, then he slaps himself. Damn, that’s heartbreaking.

Also, irrelevant to Rich, but Jeremy’s hands are in his pockets 85% of the time. Like a bisexual penguin.

Rich at 20:33 keeps touching Jeremy’s face. He still has not washed his hands.

AGAIN, RICH WAS ABOUT TO SERIOUSLY FUCK UP JEREMY’S FACE, AND FROM HIS IMMEDIATE, REFLEXIVE REACTION, WE CAN TELL THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE.

Please, someone make a tutorial for the SQUIP hand gestures. I love them.

Rich makes Jeremy stand straight. Foreshadowing much?

When Rich sings “Rule!” at 22:25, he does the rising fist motion from Pitiful Children.

Jeremy’s flailing at 23:09, beautiful anxious deer child. He’s beauty, he is grace, he’s gonna shove a SQUIP in his face.

“Aren’t you gonna wash your hands?”

Rich flashing Jeremy while he shouts about how the SQUIP makes it so he doesn’t get piss on his hands.

Rich is a nasty boy.

Jeremy’s reprise of the SQUIP Song is great.

YEET

Michael has reentered the narrative and they both sound so happy to see each other.

Beanbags, our twin heavenly Lords and Saviors, are made with space fabric.

Jeremy and Michael move in perfect tandem, like holy shit. They straight up swap controllers for a bit and keep playing as they talk and dance and annoy each other? Incredible.

This is the most wholesome thing I’ve ever seen. So full of holes.

Michael tickles Jeremy? GOOD SHIT.

Jeremy steals Michael’s controller and his face has such glee. So playful. So pure.

Friendly reminder that part of the reason Jeremy took the SQUIP and kept obeying it was fear of become his father- depressed and negligent.

The awkward hell of having to stare at Mr. Heere’s crotch. Every time he shows up. Jeremy, I feel your pain.

Mr. Heere goes in for the hair tussle and is brutally rejected by his son. In general, Jeremy is really upset by his parents, both his dad and his deadbeat mom.

Michael is super insecure.

Honestly, this whole thing is like watching the build up to a tragedy. It’s honestly unnerving to now Jeremy’s going to get the living shit kicked out of him.

Jeremy flipping Michael off at 29:07 is my aesthetic.

Rich and Jake helping with the scene transitions are amazing.

Michael’s constant glaring at Spooky Stock Boy is legendary. Quality moral support here.

Every Time Jeremy’s voice cracks, I triple in power.

The robotic backup singers and theremin during Stock Boy’s reprise are my sexuality.

Tag yourself, I’m massive hat lady.

“Minty?”

MICHAEL IS SO FUCKING HYPED FOR THAT PEPSI, DAMN SON.

More quality Jer-flaps at 34:23.

JEREMY’S SEIZURE. HOLY SHIT MY SON IS IN PAIN. ALL WHUMP IS CANON.

I mean, seriously, that’s an actual goddamn seizure. That’s horrifying.

NO JENNA DON’T RECORD JEREMY DYING, GET FUCKING MEDICAL ATTENTION.

Christine is so fucking worried, and she pushes Jake away for making fun of Jeremy. I love her.

ERIC’S HERE BITCHES.

MY SECRET SESSION STORY:

it all began when taylor nation followed me on tumblr on october 11th. they then messaged me on tumblr on saturday night. i’m not going to go into detail about the message because it’s *confidential*. 👀 they then called me the next day and told me i was invited to a secret event in nashville and asked if i’d like to attend, i wasn’t sure if i’d be able to make it on such short notice but my mom told me accept the invite and that we’d figure a way to get there. we dropped everything and started driving to nashville on tuesday morning and got to nashville on wednesday.

i arrived to the secret location and got checked in and met so many people including bree!! it was honestly so surreal and everything felt FAKE. we got onto the bus and the driver drove us to taylor’s parents house and we could see TAYLOR’S HAND THROUGH THE BLINDS TAKING PICTURES OF THE BUS ARRIVING. I HONESTLY WAS SO SHOOK.

we then went into the pool area and ate food and i got to talk to a bunch of amazing people. THEN TAYLOR’S PARENTS CAME OUT. i got to talk to them but i obviously can’t talk about what they said because that’s *confidential* 👀 but let’s just say, THEY KNEW WHO I WAS.

i then had to use the bathroom so the security let me inside the house to use the bathroom and when i came out taylor’s entire team was waiting for me, they told me to wait and one of them was like “niko, this is going to be very exciting” AND MY POOR LITTLE HEART STARTED BEATING SO FAST. they then took me into the room where the secret session was going to be held and told me that i could CHOOSE WHEREVER I WANTED TO SIT BEFORE THEY LET ANYONE IN THE HOUSE. i obviously picked the floor pillows that was TWO INCHES AWAY FROM THE CHAIR TAYLOR WOULD BE SITTING IN.

everyone then came in the room and sat on the floor cushions. we had to wait about 20 minutes before TAYLOR SWIFT WALKED IN THE ROOM WITH ABIGAIL. i didn’t get to hear what she said as she walked in because everyone was screaming, including myself. she looked so GENUINELY HAPPY AND EXCITED. she then pointed to abigail and said “SHE JUST GOT MARRIED” and abigail started flaunting her ring. IT WAS LITERALLY SO ICONIC.

taylor then walked to her chair and sat down and instantly locked her EYES ON ME. SHE HAD THE BIGGEST SMILE ON HER FACE AND SAID “oh, hi there niko!!!” AND PUT HER HAND OUT SO SHE COULD HOLD MY HAND. YOUR BOY WAS VERY SHOOK.

she then started playing the album but that’s all *CONFIDENTIAL* 👀

taylor literally talked to me during the actual secret session. she kept grabbing my hands and dancing with me. *shook*

before she played LWYMMD she told us all to GET UP and DANCE WITH HER. as soon as i got up TAYLOR LITERALLY GRABBED MY WATER BOTTLE AND THREW IT ON HER CHAIR AND GRABBED MY HANDS AND STARTED DANCING WITH ME WHILE SCREAMING THE SONG IN MY FACE. SHE EVEN MADE ME TWIRL HER. BEST DANCE OF MY LIFE.

((the album is so good btw y’all are going to be wigless on november 10th))

once the album was over we all got in line to meet her and someone from taylor nation called my name and two other people because SHE WANTED TO MEET US IMMEDIATELY.

as i walked down the stairs taylor has the biggest smile on her face and opened her arms and said “NIKO!!!” and she HUGGED ME. she then hugged my mom and started telling my mom how i’m the sweetest person in this fandom and how everyone loves me and i’m the peace keeper. she even said i was the key to this community. (it took everything in me not to ugly cry in front of her)

she then looked at me and complimented my outfit by saying “YOU LOOK SO SHARP” and i thanked her and said “really? i picked out this outfit last minute!”

i then told her how much i loved the new album and at one point of the conversation i started chanting “GRAMMYS GRAMMYS GRAMMYS” and she started jumping up and down laughing and said “YEAHHHHH!!!” and then gave me a high five. (best high five i’ve ever received)

i was then able to tell her how i was born profoundly deaf and how grateful i am to hear her music and she was holding my hands the entire time while looking directly into my eyes. she looked so caring and loving.

i also thanked her for giving us a platform to make friends. i told her that i don’t have any friends but because of her i was able to meet my two best friends, kylee and makenna aka @justreputatixn and @this-luv

she was like “what are you talking about you have no friends??? EVERYONE LOVES YOU” and then i was like “OK BUT I DON’T HAVE REAL LIFE FRIENDS” and then she just hugged me so tightly. my mom then chimed in and told her how me, kylee and makenna met and went to see ed at the divide tour and she just smiled and said “good kids, good kids” she then told me to say hi to kylee and makenna for her and i told her she should definitely follow them on tumblr and she said she would once she stalked me. a WOMAN™

she then asked what poses i wanted to do and i asked for just a hugging picture and one with my mom. we took our picture and i asked if i could hold the grammy in the picture with my mom and she said “wouldn’t you rather hold a moonman? this is the one that got stolen” and she started laughing and my mouth literally DROPPED. so i obviously took that one while my mom took the grammy.

i then turned to her and was like “ok. you need to perform all you had to do was stay in houston because i’m still mad that you cut it off the setlist” and she started laughing and said “I ALWAYS SEE YOU BEING MAD AT ME FOR THAT” AND WE BOTH STARTED LAUGHING. THEN SHE GRABBED MY FACE AND SAID “NIKO YOU’RE SO CUTE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. WHY AREN’T WE BEST FRIENDS?” THEN I WAS LIKE “MAKE IT HAPPEN.” so, if taylor performs it in houston, y’all know who to thank.

i then hugged her again and told her that i loved her so much and it was honestly the best hug ever.

as i started getting ready to leave, i said “don’t become a stranger. i’ll see you on the internet” then she did something that i can’t mention yet because it’s *confidential* 👀

i then got in the bus and i was so very shook. i got to sit across from bree and we talked about what had just happened and we were both in shock about everything that just had happened.

i then went back to my hotel and ate mcdonald’s and fell asleep with the biggest smile on my face. ❤️🍔🍟❤️

i have never felt so special in my life and i honestly cannot thank taylor enough for inviting me to her parents house so i could listen to her album 15 days early and for being so amazing and kindhearted towards me. i will NEVER forget these memories.

long live october 25th 2017 ❣️

anonymous asked:

ayo ma i heard you got the hook up for voltron headcanona

“the hook up” slkdjfd stop the feds’re gonna think i deal drugs or something

  • shiro and coran have an… interesting relationship
    • shiro’s learned to just roll with the punches
    • shiro: “coran… you. uh. you doing alright” coran, who is hanging upside down from the castle ceiling for some inexplicable reason: “i’ll be honest with you my boy i don’t really know”
  • lance: “you guys should stick around to see how a real paladin does things” pidge: “okay. let us know when keith gets here”
  • hunk keeps a screwdriver “for emergencies” in his fanny pack
  • *matt voice* “-pidge gunderson? and they actually fucking bought it-?”
  • the fountain scavenging at the space mall was lance’s idea
    • he used to work at a mall back home and one day he witnessed. a legend
    • so someone was trying to get something from the vending machine, right? but she was low on coins apparently because lance watched her digging around in her purse for like five minutes
    • he was starting to feel bad for the girl - nay, the hero - when she suddenly turned, walked up to the fountain in the middle of the mall, shoved her hand in, stole a handful of quarters, turned back, bought her gatorade, and then casually strolled right past the confused security guard. stone. cold.
    • he honors her legacy to this day
  • keith: “are we friends again” allura: “no” keith: “…” allura: “…we’re family” keith: “that was terrifying don’t pause like that!”
It Ain’t Me: Part 10 (I)

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

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Genre: Angst

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Jungkook had barely gone to sleep when his cell came to life, ringing relentlessly to wake him up. He thought about ignoring it. Sleep didn’t come to him easy these days because a perpetual movie was playing in his mind since the day he found out about his sin. It started with the first time he had met you. 


He remembered being star struck as he ran his eyes all over you unconsciously in the fated get together of mutuals where he had first met you, trying to register all your features because god you were beautiful. An ethereal creature amongst meager men. He remembered the way your lips curved slightly as you savored the taste of bourbon. He remembered the way you swallowed the bitter whiskey quietly, paying no heed to the sexist jokes of the host, although he could tell they were getting on your bad side by the way your hand tightened around the crystal of poison. Oh, yes he remembered. He remembered the way you lashed out on the host, not being able to take the male chauvinism and the general approach of men sitting in the room objectifying women and how you had openly criticized the host and his ideologies, not shying away from calling him names that some people would definitely be talking about later. You dragged his ass right through his own party because that’s how you kept your environment neat. You weeded out the negativity. 


He remembered when he had followed you right out, not caring a dime about how that would look to people, and run after you to find you waiting for a taxi with your arms crossed across your chest in anger. He had somehow mustered up the courage to ask you to stay a little longer and you had agreed upon the condition that it would not be that party. So together you had gone to the café that was right across the street, the words BEER CAFÉ splintered across the front. It started with an acceptable beer and respectable introductions, your conversation but soon it turned into tequilas and guffaws and before he could blink, the night grew into day. At that moment, he had decided. He knew that he just had to get to know you more. 


So he did. 


One date turned into many, and many dates turned into a relationship. It was a quick decision, thoughtless and one he didn’t doubt, moving close to each other. 

The beer café became a sacred place; one you would visit every weekend. He would come over at your place and stay the nights more often than not. On some days you would make love, on other days it would just be an old school but an extremely satisfying movie night in that ended in sweet promises and cuddles. He loved you, he cherished you and you did so much more for him. 


Suddenly, the movie skips time. 


It comes right to the moment when Seulgi suddenly visited his house with a picture of you sprawled across the bed, a man hovering over you and both parties quite obviously naked. The world slipped from right under his legs. This…this wasn’t true. You would never do that. Ever. But Seulgi stopped him, there were more. She emptied out her bag on his bed, with more pictures than he could count on his fingers of you in various situations, in various positions, with various men, and each time your face was twisted in pleasure. He knew those expressions. You would make them for him when he pressed sweet kisses on your neck making you moan breathlessly, when his hands explored every inch of your body, finding a new weak spot every time which he exploited shamelessly making you bite down on him. When his mouth trailed your neck down to your sweet core and he devoured you, setting your body on fire. 


When he fucked you. 


That’s how you looked and he knew that look. But it was not for him. 


His vision went white as a tear and then two fell down his cheeks. Suddenly, everything felt pointless. Him running after you, that decision to move closer, those kisses, those dates. Everything had suddenly lost meaning because you didn’t love him like he loved you. 


Time skips again. 


You message him, leave voicemails, and try to contact him after he broke up with you but he won’t answer. He can’t. He sits and listens to your voicemails, and his heart feels like it’s playing tug of war and ripping itself apart when you cry and cry, asking for just one chance. One meeting to make him believe you. But how could he? Those pictures, those motherfucking pictures, were driving him insane. He felt mad all the time, he felt contempt towards you- who had failed to love him, so the next when he met Seulgi and she confessed her love, he didn’’t think twice before kissing her hard their teeth clashing together. He knew he was fucking up. He didn’t like Seulgi. He didn’t feel like his entire existence was for this kiss, like he felt with you. It was passionless, emotionless and pointless. But he would do it. 


He would hurt you like you hurt him. 


Two weeks of trying and your voicemails stopped coming. You stopped ringing him. You stopped texting him. You stopped trying to convince him. He fell into a new routine. A lifeless, senseless routine that he doesn’t care about. He made a girlfriend that he didn’t love. But at least he was doing the right thing. He couldn’t give in to his feelings for you. 


Once again, time kicks him hard and throws him into a new cut.


The café. You sitting with Yoongi. That was all and he saw red. You had forgotten about him. You couldn’t care less that he was still breaking apart everyday, you couldn’t care that he would wipe his tears all night thinking of you. You simply didn’t care. So he walked up to you and vented out. He called you names, humiliated you and broke you apart just like you had done to him. Surely, this would help him sleep better? It would help him accept the reality of the situation, it would make him accept himself. 

But your eyes. Your eyes were unflinching as you took a hit from his words. Somewhere in his ball of fury, your gaze became fiercer, breaking through his powerful image and hitting him right in the heart. You weren’t lying. He knew it. But how could he believe. So even as you fainted, he let Yoongi take you. He wouldn’t take a step, not until he had confirmed the truth. 


Another leap in time.


You were true. Your words were true. Your intentions were true. Your love was true. And he took too long to realize that. He made too many mistakes before realizing that.  After reading the exchange between you and Seulgi, a hazy blanket of hate had been lifted from his eyes in the harshest way possible. And dare he say he deserved it. Why should you ever come back to him? What reason did he give you? He knew he had destroyed an intimate connection between the two of you by repeatedly mistrusting you and to top it all, he even dated the person who had cooked up this recipe of destruction. He knew it all too well. However, he couldn’t stop himself from trying to reconcile with you. Like a shameless brat, he still wanted everything to be okay. He wanted the dread and guilt in his heart to be replaced by the love he felt for you. He wanted the harsh blankets covering him in the night to be replaced by your soothing touch. He wanted to call you. He wanted to take you in his arms and beg for your forgiveness on his knees again and again. 


And he tried. 


He tried to call you. He tried to text you. He visited your apartment. He even called Yoongi in hopes of finding any information, but he had received a cold response. He went to your workplace and waited there for hours on end to catch a glimpse of you but you never came out. 


You never came out because you didn’t work there anymore. 


You had all but vanished. Your number was not in service anymore. You had shifted out of your apartment. You didn’t visit the Beer café anymore. You had disappeared. He didn’t give up though. He thought of contacting your colleagues but realized he didn’t know anyone’s cell number. The revelation hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water. How could he not know anything about your colleagues? What if something happened to you at work and he couldn’t get in touch with you? Who would he call? Was he even in the position to blame Seulgi for anything when he didn’t even know something as simple as this? 


Each time he came to this conclusion, it connected to the beginning and the movie began all over again. Sleep was a luxury that he could not afford. His conscience wouldn’t let him get away with what he had put you through. 


That’s why when the phone rang incessantly, he was double minded about answering it. However, he turned around and brought it to his ear without paying attention to the called ID. 


“Hello?” He answered, unintentionally letting his tiredness seep into his voice. 


“We need to talk.” 


A jolt of electricity passed down his spine and his tiredness completely abandoned him. He immediately sat up straight, his senses on edge. He clutched his phone tighter in his hands and brought it closer to his ear to the point that he was sure there were going to be imprints on his skin. 


“___? ___, I’m so sorry-“ He began but your voice cut him sternly. 


“Jungkook. Look, I just need to talk to you, okay? Just tell me this, can I meet you right now?” 


Jungkook replied faster than a hurricane’s wind. “Yes. Yes, of course. Where do you want to meet me?” 


“At your house, if you’re okay with that of course.” 


He knew that he should have expected it but he couldn’t stop the dull pain growing his chest at the unfamiliarity you were expressing. You were cold and distant, like you were a stranger to his house. Like you hadn’t come there as much as he’d come to your old apartment. 


“Yes…” His voice slightly cracked and he cringed at the sound. He took a deep breath and steadied his voice. “Of course, you are welcome here anytime. You know it.” He said. He knew he was pushing his luck, pretending like nothing so bad had happened that it would stop you from coming over but it was all he could do. He couldn’t fathom you feeling like a stranger in house. 


There were a few seconds of silence on your part before you curtly replied. “Alright. I’ll see you in 30 minutes.” You hung up.


Jungkook removed the phone from his ears to look at it and despite your cold response, he couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up on his face. He kept the phone on his bed and hurried to clean his house before you arrived because it looked like a mess and he was sure it smelled worse. Oh god, he had to take a bath too. 


As he hurriedly moved around his house, cleaning up the mess all he could of was your call. You had called him. That meant something right? This had to be a chance. 


What else could it be?



Jungkook was ready. Thirty minutes had already passed since you had hung up and his house was as neat as it could be. The bed sheets were neatly plastered on the bed with minimal creases. The glass door facing the city was spotless and glistening with the orbs of lights emitting from the skyscrapers.  The wine was ready in cabinet but he daren’t take it out yet. He didn’t want to seem too at ease with the situation, which he really wasn’t, but if it came to that, he was ready to please you with some of your favorite wine. Double-checking everything for the 20th time, he nervously looked at the clock. 9:30 pm. You should be here anytime. 

As if it was a rehearsed play, his doorbell came to life. His heart almost leapt right out of his chest but he steadied himself speed walked to his front door, opening it with more haste than he intended, to find you standing in a black dress and a thin overcoat clearly not meant for the kind of chilly winds gracing the city from past few nights. You were paler than he remembered and slightly thinner.  You were frowning, and your lips were in pursed in a tight line. You cleared your throat, clearly unnerved by his shameless ogling but he couldn’t help himself, you looked as beautiful as the first day he had seen you. Just as ethereal. 


“May I come in?” You finally spoke up. 



The formality in your words cut through his heart like a knife. He swallowed, forced a smile on his face and that the feeling in his heart, the feeling that everything was going to go wrong was untrue. 

He took a deep breath and brightened the smile on his face. 


“Yes. Please come in.” 



To be continued…


Much love,

Inferno-loop

reputation themed asks
  • …ready for it?: what sort of things do you dream about? do you have more dreams or nightmares?
  • end game: what is your philosophy on ‘forgive and forget’?
  • i did something bad: write about something you shouldn’t have done that you don’t regret.
  • don’t blame me: what is the craziest thing you’ve ever done for love?
  • delicate: confess something that’s currently weighing on your heart/mind.
  • look what you made me do: describe a version of your past self. do you miss the way you used to be?
  • …so it goes: what emotion most often consumes you?
  • gorgeous: who is so attractive to you that it makes you mad?
  • getaway car: if you had to run away from your life, where would you go and who would you take with you?
  • king of my heart: who or what makes you feel at home?
  • dancing with our hands tied: talk about something/someone you’ve lost recently.
  • dress: when you want to look your best, what do you wear?
  • this is why we can’t have nice things: talk about the people who will always have your back.
  • call it what you want: who or what makes you feel instantly better when you’re feeling down?
  • new years day: describe a party you’ve been to and what made it so memorable.
I Ship It // Finn Wolfhard Imagine

MASTERLIST

It was a Saturday night and you were hanging out with the cast by the pool. You were sitting on the side dipping your legs in the pool as you watched the boys play chicken. Jaeden was on Wyatt’s shoulder and Jack was on Finn’s. Jaeden reaches over and knocks Jack off of Finn’s shoulders,

“YEA JYATT JYATT JYATT” Wyatt and Jaeden chant

“The greatest ship of all time” You yelled throwing your hands up

“Well Jyatt is no Y/S/N” Jack says. Finn’s eyes go wide and he hits Jack on the shoulder whispering,

“dude shut up”

“What?” You asked having never heard yours and Finn’s ship name before.

“Uhh nothing he said nothing” Finn says clearly hiding something. You take your legs out the pool and stand up,

“I uhm have to go to the bathroom” you say going inside. You walk inside and pull out your phone typing in

#Y/S/N in Twitter, then Instagram, and finally Tumblr

Holy crap, you thought to yourself

How have I never seen this before

There were MILLIONS of things with your ship name on it. There were edits of all your “cute” moments. There were photoshopped pictures of you two kissing, fan fictions, conspiracy theories on why you two might be hiding your relationship to the public

Y/S/N was EVERYWHERE

But what got you the most was a video. It was a video compilation of all Y/S/N moments.

All the times he’s made you laugh

All the times he’s looked at you like nothing else in the world mattered

All the times you two had joked around and never looked happier than when you were with each other

You sat in the bathroom letting this ship blow your mind and you finally decide to walk outside.

“Hey Jack can I talk to you for a second?” You ask. He gets out of the pool and follows you inside,

“What’s up?” he asks and you hand him your phone with the #Y/S/N open on it

“What the hell is this?!” You say loosing your cool

“Uhhhh well that’s yours and Finn’s ship name” he says uncomfortably

“What is it?”

“Well a ship is when people think that-”

“I know what a ship is” you say, “Why have I never seen it before??”

He hesitates to answer but finally gets it out, “Finn’s been trying to keep it from you..You left your phone alone one time and he uhh found a way to block the hashtag from reaching your timeline” he finally gets out

“Why would he do that?!” You ask. Jack looks at you hoping you’ll pick up on the hint so he doesn’t have to tell you,

“Does he…is it..Jack?” Jack continues to stay quiet.

“Shit does he like me?” You ask nervously

“He does feel something for you that starts with an L and has four letters”

You look down at your feet and say,

“C-can you send him in here” Jack nods and leaves to go get Finn. Finn walks in with a towel around his waist drying himself off from the pool,

“Hey Y/N what do you n-” he stops seeing the ship name open on your phone,

“Look I can explain” he says and before he can start to, you grab the sides of his face and pull him into a kiss. He kisses you back grabbing your waist,

“Does this mean Y/S/N is a cannon?” He says. You chuckle and pull him back into a kiss

anonymous asked:

Can you practice Hoodoo if you’re white? I have a very tiny history of black in my ancestry so I’m obviously not considering myself black, in native and white. But I’ve seen a lot of white Hoodoo practitioners and not so many voodoo or Vodoun (for obvious reasons). Since hoodoo is a practice and not a religion, is it closed off for only black people?

This is a question I get all the time and I’ve always been hesitant to answer. However, I think it’s time I do so. I guess I don’t understand why if you truly understood hoodoo, you’d want to practice it.

Hoodoo was created out of slavery, in attempt to protect and preserve ourselves. It is a blend of African magic and traditions, and Christianity because it was forced on us by our oppressors. A lot of true hoodoo is what the west (i.e. Wicca, high magick) would say is “dark” spells. Goofer dust, jack balls, hot foot powder were used against enemies yes, but that largely included white people.

If you do your research and you know what to look for several slave accounts and memoirs talk about “working the root” on their masters or some will talk about the “poisoning” of their masters, or finding a packet of sticks and herbs and people falling ill, some even dying.

The ingredients we use in hoodoo are practical because they HAD to be versatile. One did not buy honey for a jar, they just had it on hand. That’s why so much of hoodoo is dirt, herbs, sticks, and kitchen supplies like sugar and honey. It’s baffling to me why you’d be interested in a practice that was born out of protecting ourselves against the brutality of racism and colonialism. ESPECIALLY when there are so many European traditions that are folk too. That also use dirt. That also use bones and household goods. So why hoodoo? Why practice something born out of black resistance? Why call on a tradition and spirits colonialism tried its best to beat out of us?

Anyway this is the last time I’ll answer this question because I feel like it’s self explanatory. I can’t stop you from practicing no matter what your skin color is and I don’t wish to. However if you’re non black I invite you to truly ask yourself why you’re so interested in hoodoo specifically vs other non black traditions that probably use very similar things and approaches. I write all kind of spells, not just hoodoo, and invite anyone and everyone to use them. Folk magick is not exclusively hoodoo so there are plenty of other spells on my blog and tips that can be used (:

BTS as useless superpowers

Jungkook: Ability to transform into a small bunny when there’s a full moon

Taehyung: Power to make people smile, but only at funerals

Jimin: Can make his left hand really tiny

Hoseok: Capacity to understand what squirrels say, but not to talk to them 

Namjoon: Ability to solve any wallpaper sudoku grid 

Yoongi: Can summon a single rock every leap year

Jin: Power to cook pasta perfectly, but only when there is something threatening his life

Once Upon A Flannel

Title: Once Upon A Flannel

Summary: Dean doesn’t know how or why he fell in love with her. But he does know one thing. It all started with a flannel

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned)

Word count: 3977 (totally worth it, I promise)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some language. Implied smut. Death of a loved one, mentions of blood and references to grief. 

Author’s Notes: This is my very late submission for @luci-in-trenchcoats‘ AU & Things Challenge. Michelle, I can’t even thank you enough for being so patient with me about this. I fell so in love with the story and wanted to do it justice. 

Special thank you to twin @ravengirl94 for reading parts of it over for me and listening to me whine, I don’t know what I’d do without her.

My prompt for this was flannel (obviously, lol) and you’ll see what I did with it in the text *winks* Also, this fic was loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s How Would You Feel (You need to listen to that, btw, his new album is amazeballs)

Thank you for all of your love and support. Enjoy <3


The first time Dean sees her in one of his flannels, it’s after a wendigo hunt.

Autumn’s slowly creeping its way into his life again, its tawny leaves and withered hedges painting the scene in golden colors and, even though he rarely takes the time to appreciate things like these anymore, he stops for a second and breathes it all in, the crispiness and the rustles and the shadows of change.

And then, she swims into view.

She’s sitting on the hood of a Bronco in Bobby’s scrap yard, fallen leaves dancing at her feet, as she stares straight ahead, at the sky that’s turning to orange, and smiles.

And he doesn’t notice at first, but there’s something familiar there, in the red and white fabric that wraps around her, in the way the garment dwarfs her, in the rolled-up sleeves and the hem that reaches her mid-thigh and he realizes that it’s his clothes she’s wearing.

She looks beautiful.

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paint heaven and anger the gods

so the trailer for miss hokusai advertised one type of movie, and then the actual movie was …. something else entirely. but the trailer gave me ideas, so here they are:

there is girl –

no.

there is woman –

no.

there is a young woman, an old girl, and she has the eyes of youth but the weight upon her shoulders is that of age. or perhaps it is the other way around. perhaps she has the eyes of age, but upon her shoulder is the weightlessness of youth, of ignorance.

there she is, whatever she is.

her name is kana.

she is the daughter of a famous painter, known as juro. he is a man larger than life, and he paints wonderful things. he takes what is ugly, and makes it beautiful. he paints an unhandsome woman as a goddess, a sneering merchant as a king, a dirty city as a glowing capitol. he leaves all he touches brighter than it was found.

kana is not like her father.

she is a painter, but she is not famous. she has a mother she doesn’t speak to, and younger sister she visits as much as she can. she has pushed them both aside to follow her father, to sit with him in dirty shacks putting ink to paper as she does her best to make beautiful things. she throws off the expectations of her gender, of her station, of anything and everything in her pursuit to be a master painter.

technique is easy. she completes half of her father’s painting while he drinks, while he whores, while he seduces lords and ladies, while he paints empty things for empty people, while he leaves her alone in their dirty shacks. she can do the detail work, has a steady hand and a sharp eye, but when it comes to the whole picture – it is left lacking.

“her work lacks your beauty,” an old man says, talking to her old father while she kneels in the corner, ink staining her hands, the floor, ink just – staining.

“of course it does,” her father says, offhand. “how can she paint what she does not know?”

kana never expected lack of knowledge to be her downfall.

so that night when her father is gone, she does not stay in to work. instead kana paints her face, wears a kimono that’s too small on her, and goes to the worst part of the city, to where the alleyways and walls are stained red by the glow of the lanterns.

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“Would You Forget?” - Part 2

Still can’t give you a summary because of spoilers, but I’ll say… even more heartbreak. 

Warnings: mild spoilers (for episode 2+3)
Steve Harrington x Reader
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What the signs are insecure about.

Aries: Their immaturity and how loud they are. Aries naturally are outgoing and enjoy speaking loudly, but when people call them out on it, it makes them feel bad about themselves

Taurus: Their Weight. Taurus like food. They enjoy eating, and they are steady (or slow) in their movements. They don’t run around as much as the fire signs, so in their minds they think they’re fat. Listen here Taurus: YOU’RE NOT FAT!

Gemini: If people actually like them. Geminis are social creatures, and tend to have a large group of friends. However, they sometimes doubt if their friends actually like them or not.

Cancer: most things. Cancers are adorable and usually quite shy. So they’re the type of girls (and guys) who look themselves in the mirror and cry (I’M NOT SAYING THEY’RE REALLY EMOTIONAL AND CRY ALL THE TIME)

Leo: How pretty they are. Leo’s care about how they look. They tend to have alot of self respect and rely on compliments to keep them happy. They can sink into a depressive state if they don’t receive enough love.

Virgo: If people think they’re nerdy. Virgos care about their education alot, and are very smart. They fear that if they put their hand up or speak out people will think they’re nerdy.

Libra: If people find them annoying. Libras usually like talking to people and they don’t shut up when in a conversation. They get insecure that people find this annoying. LIBRA WE LOVE YOU.

Scorpio: Their secrets. Scorpios know alot of shit. That’s why their hair is so big. They fear that people will find out, or hate them for being so mysterious.

Sagittarius: Their personality. Sagittarius’ have big personalities and when they are quiet, you should be worried.

Capricorn: their ability to make considered decisions or come to sensible conclusions. Or their judgement.

Aquarius: if their friends secretly hate them. Aquarians are considered the weirdos of the signs. This makes them wonder if their friends secretly hate them because of it.

Pisces: what people think of them. Pisceans are the daydreamers of the signs. They’re off with the fairies most of the time and need to be dragged down to earth. This makes them insecure that people think they’re stupid or don’t care about anything.



THIS IS NOT INTENTED TO BE HATE I LOVE YOU ALL AND YOUR INSECURITIES, STUFF THE HATERS! PEOPLE HATE BECAUSE THEY’RE TIRED OF THEMSELVES, SO YOU NEED TO SHOW THEM THAT YOU’RE A STRONG INDEPENDENT BEING AND YOU DON’T NEED NO-ONE’S OPINIONS!

anonymous asked:

Which bts member do you think you're most like? (Sorry if this has already been answered)

a solid mix of jimin and taehyung, who ACTUALLY happen to have the mbti types i keep switching between (enfj and enfp!)

Originally posted by dezuechelon