why did i cry in the end

anonymous asked:

What would the author do if he made his S/O cry accidentally

“Aw fuck, don’t….Crap!”

He’d be a mess trying to first figure out what he did wrong. Then how he could make it better.

Probably going to end with him just grabbing you, pulling you in for a hug, and whispering a bit roughly, “I’m sorry alright, I didn’t mean it….Damn, why can’t I do this right?” 

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My heart is pierced by Cupid;

I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.
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I’m trying to fight my art block and I received some lovely suggestions I’m going to draw.

Mer!Hanzo and Pirate!McCree was one of these.
@rebeza and @finchworks are my inspirations and I look up to their designs and AUs ‘cause wow.

Have you ever seen a prettier Hanzo?

“make the princess speak and you will have the crown of kings.”

my knees hurt, as usual, from scrubbing. technically i’m too high of Maid Station to help out with these things, but i like seeing what happens when you clean. the development of things. how a lot of effort can make something. i like learning and trying and working hard to get towards something.

and i’ve seen them, from the back of pillars, from behind cracked doors, from beside her (on the best days) the way they talk to her. oh beautiful won’t you just look at me. oh darling. if you speak i’ll be your prince. if you speak i’ll be your king. 

the princess, i know, finds the lines of suitors boring. it’s in the way her hands are always moving. she hides yawns, leaves early, we make her apologies. once, a man comes and tries to startle her into screaming. she rolls her eyes and looks directly at me. i have to hide my smile behind my sleeve. he is taken away while still screaming.

by accident, i find her once, crying. when we imagine princesses, they always cry daintily. hers is hoarse, angry, and something in it breaks me. in my station i should apologize and bow and leave. instead i am frozen, watching her shoulders heaving.

she looks up and spots me, her cheeks ruddy. i know i should go but instead i make a big show. i act as one of her princes. i make grand gestures and speak in deep voices. i frantically offer her handkerchiefs and trip over my own two feet. a smile crawls up over her, slowly. i dab my sweat away and offer her the used rag. i feign a fluster, turn a terrible cartwheel, make shadow puppets. the sound of her laugh, raw and rusty, sends shivers through me.

for a while, i do not see her after this. but then i am called to her chambers. she is crying again. i offer silly gifts, pebbles and dusting rags and a candlestick from her own kitchen, pretend to steal it, use it as a hat, rock it as a babe. she laughs more easily this time, gladly, and when she laughs i am taken by more important maids, thereby officially Excused.

it goes like this for months. the winter comes. i rarely see her. i spend my week thinking about ways to please her. i knick interesting cookies, show her shiny buttons, learn to cartwheel in a full skirt, and then promptly how to make it look foolish again. i learn how to juggle hot bread and dance as a man would, i learn how to balance on a ball and how to fall down without hurting myself, how to fake a fight with my own body, which colors she likes and which don’t please her.

i show up on a cold eve with a knotted line of scarves hidden down my sleeve, worried and breathless, wondering why she’s been crying. the door opens and she is sitting there, happy. at first i’m confused, but she waves me in. next to her is her small dessert, in two containers. i’m not sure how to respond, so i fake a fall to hear her laugh, and then sit at her feet. she gives me ice cream - so rare a treat. i know what went into making it - the hours of shaking. it’s smooth and tasty. i don’t feign my reaction, but she laughs anyway, kindly. 

it goes like this. i see her more frequently. she likes giving me new things, watching me discover i hate kiwi and love oranges and would die if it made her laugh breathlessly. i’ve made her keel over with cackling and she’s put a fire in me. sometimes we just sit there, quietly, enjoying each other’s company. 

it’s in her hands, always moving. little things i thought were just her, fidgeting. here’s how she says she’s thirsty, this is what her hands do when she needs a second to think, here’s how she shows she’s happy. this is how i learn to speak back to her. around her i spend much of my time smiling. i feel every visit is a gift. a new part to unravel. i find out she doesn’t respond to spoken things, that she needs to be looking in order to know you were speaking. sometimes she has me talk and she holds her hands to the base of my throat, her eyes wide and wondering. sometimes she just looks at me and i forget that i’m her jester in chief. i get caught up in her eyes, in how expressive they are when she’s happy, in how when she’s sad i feel like i’m drowning.

i never see the king or queen, but i know when she’s had a visit with them, because she never comes back happy. two winters i have known her, two winters and now we dine frequently. i am often called to stand beside her, to whisper translations of her desires into the ears of someone more important than i, someone who gets to be the voice of royalty. i can’t decide if i’m her friend or her plaything, but i don’t know i care much of the distinction. every moment i’m near her is a moment free of friction. i take stock of suitors and curtsy to them in daylight only to mock them in the candle’s eye later.

she asks me one night to stay. it has been a bad day. it’s completely not okay. i cannot say no but i cannot, by my station, stay. but she begs with her eyes and her hands and i know i’ll take the punishment. 

we lie beside each other. i make sure to turn to her when i speak. in the dark she can’t see me, so i move my hands in the way i’m learning. she asks if i am ever lonely. i cannot tell her that i am always lonely without her beside me, so instead i say i think all people are very lonely and just are pretending. she laughs a little at that and says she thinks her parents are the two most lonely people that ever met. her mother was like her; broke a fairy curse and talked, just once, although nobody knows what she said. well, excepting her father, who was the only one around, and who won her hand in marriage.

from her mother she learned the art of hands, of speaking without words - from her father she learned that who she was included a curse. that she just wanted someone who would make her open like a rose - someone who could fix her. how she stared out into the royal garden and wished on flowers to be what her kingdom needs.

she fell asleep pressed against me. i couldn’t breathe. i was still awake in the morning. 

the punishment never came. we spent nights like this. the handmaidens had grown to know me. whenever their princess was stubborn, i worked magic and made her lovely.

it was a terrible thing. i did too good a job, i think. the princess glowed too much or shone too brightly - or at least, i saw it that way, so who knows what the truth is. every day it felt like we were being rushed with princes. 

her father’s temper at hosting failed. it was the day before her twenty-first birthday and first time i’d ever seen him. he stormed in at the end of the session. “just speak!” he said, “it’s not that hard! do for others what your mother did!” 

“tomorrow is your last day of this,” he warned her, “either you pick a prince or i pick for you. i’m done with it.”

he stormed off. she was left shellshocked and trembling. that night she didn’t ask me to come, but i waited outside, just in case she changed her mind. i understood why she needed space. either she’d speak and be married tomorrow or she’d be married shortly. i heard her crying and it took everything in my power not to rush in and hold her, cradle her gently. but i cannot come into a room of a royal person without being invited. i stayed there, tears in my own eyes, thinking of treason.

the next day was a huge festival. what had been a birthday celebration was turned into a day about princes. i watched her shake her head. i tried to cheer her up. i tried everything. i frequently came inches from causing public humiliation, toed the line of mocking and failing to acknowledge my station. she wouldn’t smile. not once. not even for anything.

the day was long. the bonfire wore down. i watched her crumple into herself. i was out of ideas. i knelt at her feet. her eyes barely looked at me. just wait, i said to her with my hands, i’ll be right back. i took off running.

the price of stealing is losing my hands. these things that i spoke to her with. these things that mattered so much to me, that helped with my comedy and cleaning. 

i didn’t think of them. i bloodied my fingers when i ripped the royal roses from their stems. and then i ran, as fast as i could, back to her feet. i picked them to show you, i said, as she gasped, looking at my treason, they’re beautiful and nobody told them to open to reveal their secrets to the bees. they are unbroken. as you are. as you always will be. 

she fell off her throne and for a second i was beyond speaking, worried something had happened, or she’d fainted, or i’d said the wrong thing. but then she was on her knees, her arms around me, and i heard it. i heard the soft croak of her speaking. just one word, and it sent shivers down me. my name, in her voice, awkward and unwieldy, but full of love and passion, burning fire through me.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. i was pulled away from her. they already had me in handcuffs while i struggled to get back to her, to tell her i loved her, to beg her to run off with me or maybe just hold me around her, maybe just have her for a moment, because i couldn’t live without her for a moment longer.

they put me in the cells. i rotted in there, for a while or for no time at all, i’m not sure. the thorns scarred my palms. i watched the scabs build up and flake off. every time someone came down, i flinched, wondering if i would be the next to be taken and chopped into bits.

but one day the light was different. not the smoky torch of the jailer, instead a bright light in a lantern. at first when i saw her, my breath caught in my throat, mistaking her for my princess.

but she was my queen. at first we stood in silence. and slowly, i moved my hands to speak. is she married? is what came out, even though i should be more worried about me myself and me.

she is not. she bit her father on the arm when he tried to make her. then she fought him. and then ran away. it took us a bit to find her, i’m afraid. she threatened her own life and the life of everyone in this place. the queen was smiling. i was told there was a young woman who could make the princess speak, whom she would die to save, who brought roses to her feet. someone in a cell, rotting. are you her?

the memory of her voice rang through me. i’m she.

yes, her hands said, for even now, aren’t you speaking to the silent Queen?

she opened the door. come, she said, let’s get you cleaned up for the ceremony.

the crown of kings. when she wraps her arms around my neck and laughs next to me, i am royalty. when she smiles or makes a joke or asks to see my cartwheel again, i’m lost in her. i kiss her whenever i can, which is often. we have roses in a vase at the base of our bed, and for all of the kingdom, i’d give my hands if it would keep her laughing.

the next time she spoke was just once, at our wedding, where she said the two words i do to bind us for eternity. she had learned from me, from holding her hands over my voicebox, the way i learned from her how to use hands to speak. sometimes at night she says my name, just because she likes what it does to me.

i’m more blessed than a king. every day i spend with her is a day i spend happily. 

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀʙʏ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ!


      PREGNANCY -

❝ We’re going to be parents! ❞
❝ Did you feel him/her/them kick!? ❞
❝ Do you want to feel the baby? ❞
❝ I’m pregnant…and it’s yours. ❞
❝ Do you think I’ll make a good mother/father? ❞
❝ What are you hoping for? ❞
❝ I feel so nauseous today… ❞
❝ What should we name him/her/them? ❞
❝ How many diapers do you think we’ll need? ❞
❝ You’re crying over a puppy? ❞
❝ Is just strawberry okay? They didn’t have strawberries and cream. ❞
❝ I’ve read this book four times I’m basically an expert by now. ❞
❝ Boy or girl? ❞
❝ Wait, do we have everything on this list I found? ❞
❝ Can you put the crib together? I’m so tired. ❞
❝ This kid can come out anytime it’s ready. ❞      
❝ You’re glowing. ❞
❝ How far along are you? ❞
❝ Please don’t freak out…but I’m pregnant. I SAID DON’T FREAK OUT. ❞
❝ Hospital. Now! ❞
❝ I think that was a contraction… ❞
❝ The due date’s not until next week! ❞

     NEW BABY -

❝ S/He’s your kid before five in the morning. ❞
❝ We need to go on a diaper run again. ❞
❝ We’re out of formula–where’s the other can!? ❞
❝ Ugh, s/he spit up on my good shirt! ❞
❝ S/he won’t stop crying, I don’t know what to do. ❞        
❝ Please take him/her, I’m going to go crazy with the screaming. ❞
❝ Is it even possible for a baby to scream so much!? ❞
❝ Should they be breathing like that? ❞
❝ I need to go check on the baby. ❞    
❝ If you never put him/her down you’ll spoil him/her. ❞
❝ Daddy/Mommy’s little girl/boy! ❞
❝ Good morning, little spawn of Satan! ❞
❝ Shhh, they’re finally asleep.  ❞    
❝ Dammit, I just got them to sleep! ❞
❝ Be careful, s/he’s a hair puller…. ❞
❝ Where’s the pacifier!? ❞
❝ I can’t find his/her blanket, please help me. ❞    
❝ I’ve been up since four this morning, it’s your turn. ❞
❝ I found you and the baby sleeping in the recliner at six am and it was so precious. ❞
❝ Stroller, diaper bag, playpen, blanket, bottles, what else do we need before we go to your parents? ❞
❝ A babysitter!? Are you insane!? ❞    
❝ You’re going to spoil them. ❞    
❝ We can’t go out with the baby, that’s just asking for trouble. ❞
❝ Baby’s awake… ❞
❝ S/he’s so precious…. ❞
❝ This is our son/daughter…. ❞
❝ We make damn beautiful babies. ❞
❝ Look at his/her little feet… ❞
❝ S/he has your eyes. ❞
❝ Do not dress him/her in that! ❞    
❝ Be careful with him/her! ❞
❝ Did you remember to pack his/her toy? ❞
❝ His/her first tooth came in today. Already bit me.❞
❝ Did you hear that? That was a cough.❞           

        CHILDREN -

❝ The kids won’t stop fighting. ❞
❝ We should have another. ❞
❝ Stop giving them dessert before dinner! ❞
❝ You’re going to spoil them rotten… ❞
❝ You need to learn not to fall for the puppy dog eyes.  ❞
❝ I just love them so much!? ❞    
❝ How are we going to break the news to them that they’re getting a brother/sister? ❞
❝ Their screaming woke the baby… ❞    
❝ I’m a horrible mother/father… ❞
❝ How can you make the baby hush and I can’t? ❞
❝ Was that a word!? ❞
❝ His/her first word better not be a damn cuss word! ❞    
❝ You look exhausted. ❞
❝ First steps! First steps! ❞
❝ Watch, s/he can roll over now! ❞
❝ I don’t want anyone else watching our baby/children. ❞    
❝ They totally wanted to build the pillow fort, not me. ❞
❝ Can you manage dropping them off? ❞
❝ Damn terrible twos, right? ❞
❝ How did they outgrow their clothes so fast!? ❞   
❝ I think we make damn good parents. ❞
❝ Why are both you and the baby crying? ❞
❝ Here, I’ll watch him/her, you go relax. ❞
❝ I haven’t been able to put her/him down all morning/day/night. ❞    
❝ S/he doesn’t want me, s/he wants you! ❞
❝ S/he just ran into the coffee table, don’t worry. ❞
❝ Stop fighting with me in front of the kid/s! ❞
❝ We shouldn’t have dressed the twins in matching outfits… ❞    
❝ Can I hold him/her? ❞
❝ S/he has separation anxiety because you never put them down! ❞
❝ My mother always hoped my kids would end up like me…I’m so sorry. ❞
❝ I wouldn’t let them do ____, so they started crying. ❞  
❝ Oh, s/he’s just a little angel! ❞
❝ Hello, little one! ❞
❝ I can babysit if you’d like. ❞
❝ Guess who broke your favorite ____. ❞  
❝ Finally got him/her/them to sleep. ❞
❝ It’s your turn to put him/her/them to bed. ❞
❝ I hate bath time. ❞
❝ Can you help me with the kids for five goddamn minutes!? ❞
 
❝ I think ____ is jealous of the baby. ❞
❝ ___ just hit ___, can you do something!? ❞
❝ Is locking kids in the basement against the law!? ❞
❝ They’re cute when they’re quiet. ❞
❝ Maybe taking them to the park will let out all their energy. ❞
❝ _____ colored on the walls today… ❞
❝ Look at the mess they made again… ❞      
                     

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so i was wondering why JJ would see yuuri like some kind of bad bitch during his short program like what is this:

but then my mind was like “what if it happened like this” and this was the result enjoy

also im trying so hard not to cry about the end of season one pls kubo-sensei make a season 2 yoi is my lifeline thank you for such an amazing emotional roller coaster :’) 

UPDATE!!! the ever so talented @being-gay-on-ice wrote a fic for this comic and its amazing and i am so blessed that he did! You can find it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8963677 please go check it out it you won’t regret it!! <3
ALSO!! @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon​ wrote a thing for this too omg i love u and will be eternally grateful!! : http://archiveofourown.org/works/9185038

I looked through our conversations when we used to be on cloud nine and in love, these were the times you told me how lucky you are to have a girl like me, how thankful you are because you never received such love I was giving to you and whatever happens, you will never let me go. The words you said mean everything to me and it stabs my heart, realizing that these words mean nothing anymore. I can’t help myself but to cry my heart out till the sun has set. The pain is too heavy to bear, the love I believed to be true and different was gone. We used to be over the moon, but the present tells the opposite. This is stupid of me to say but, I won’t deny the fact that I miss you so much. I love you, I still do. But somehow, I’ve come with the thought that I can’t do anything anymore, I need to let you go because it’s the right thing to do. I’ve decided to finally move on and this would be the last time I would cry over you because there was nothing left to hold on to and I can’t hold on to something that doesn’t want to be held.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I was the reason why you let things end. I’m sorry for the terrible mistake I made, I never blamed you for deciding to end this because you were hurt and I understand. I only have myself to blame. But, I was hoping you would’ve understood, that I did it for us. I always feared the day would come, the day you will finally won’t take back the words you’ve said. I’m sorry for the other things that have hurt you, for the things that made you cry, jealous and mad. 


Thank you. I’m thankful that I met you because you have given me a temporary bliss. I laughed and smiled because of you. Somehow, you made me feel loved and beautiful in a short period of time. Thank you for the good days: the days we felt unstoppable like we’re flying high, when holding your hand felt like home, leaning on your shoulders made me feel secure and hearing your voice sound like the angels are singing. It was worth it, being loved and loving you. Thank you for making me realize how capable I am to love someone. You proved forever within a number of days. You were the greatest and worst thing ever happen to me. 


Goodbye. This will be the last time that I will write you a message, I’ll accept the fact that some things are meant to end, even though I used to believe that you won’t let that happen. I did everything I could to make you stay, but I guess your life no longer includes me because, you’re happy now and I can see that clearly. You already found a love that’s all the things ours couldn’t be. I hope you find overwhelming joy by her side, I hope she won’t hurt you and make you cry. I hope for the best for the both of you. It hurts but I’ve accepted the painful truth that I am just a distant memory now. I don’t regret loving you, but what I regret is that I let myself believe that this would last.


I won’t forget you and the memories, I will always keep you alive in my heart. I’ll just get used to not having you in my life anymore. Deep within my heart knows getting over you won’t be simple. I need to stop loving you so I can start loving myself again. You were a painful blessing, but you were also a great lesson. I guess you’re just another chapter of my life needed to end. I still and will pray for your safety and happiness even though I’m in pain right now, I still believe you deserve the best. I hope you find everything in her that you couldn’t find in me. You will always be my greatest love.

—  S.L // unsent last message
Ink and Kisses

Anon said to moi:

“Omg i want a tattoo artist jungkook!!!!!! 😭😩 smut/fluff/and honestly anything!!!! I just love tattoos artists jungkook but there aren’t alot of those fanfic…. can u help a poor girl out ??💖”

FIRst time trying a Tattoo artist AU. I had to do some reading before this, and JK is sO sexy i s2g. Still weird that I don’t really ever feel like doing the do with him. HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 1,400 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Tattooist au!

Part 1 | Part 2 (FINAL)

Originally posted by nnochu

No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N. 

Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.

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uhhh hate to be that guy but im kinda fucking tired of how yall treat jeremy heere. u just sweep him under the rug constantly. and like, dont get me wrong, yall do that to more than just him but i shouldnt have to struggle to find content about the main character in a show; especially when im literally in his fucking tag! its ridiculous yall!!!

like i get michael is like ur precious baby or whatever but honestly? jeremy kinda went thru worse. like im not down playing what michael went thru and struggles with but one sad song abt a panic attack doesnt match up to like months of physical and emotional abuse :/ and yall r like “protect michael uwu” and shit but i dont see yall trying to protect jeremy :/

also i really hate how in like. every fic there is some big confrontation abt the bathroom incident and how terrible and tramatic it was for michael and it always ends with jeremy taking all the blame. and like. jeremy NEVER gets to speak up about his trauma or deal with it and its never acknowledged in the slightest. which is absolutely unrealistic bc that boy went thru so much shit and its genuinely not fair and its upsetting to watch yall act like he’s just Fine and Dandy. his character and recovery deserve to be explored and talked about as much as michael’s, if not more.

then there is also the weird the obession with making jeremy a jerk??? and sure he kinda did dick things to michael but they are all like, understandable. i get why he did what he did, and im not mad? im sure i would do the same thing (yall also love to ignore with the bathroom incident he was scared, drunk, like literally just sexually harassed and had been on the receiving end of abuse for a few months). but yall out there seriously trying to make him seem like the worst fucking dude to ever exist be he mad michael cry or whateverthefuck. like uhhhh why do u need to make jeremy the bad guy when the squip exists??? the literal antagonist of the show??? an unredeemable computer??? the embodiment of evil imo???

and dont even get me started on how u reduce jeremy to a character whos only traits r michael mell and jacking off. it is annoying as hell. yall focus more on noncanon traits/hcs and fucking shipping him with his best friend than u do actually looking at his chatacter. its not fucking fair and im so fucking angry. sometimes yall hand me a jeremy that i literally cannot recognize bc yall have warped his character so fucking bad. like why did u do this? why did u have to do my baby boy so dirty u dipshits!!!

anyways its like. nearing 2am and im tired and angry so im gonna wrap this up. stop overlooking jeremy heere and stop treating him like he’s gum on the bottom of ur shoe. he’s the main character. its HIS fucking story. step the fuck up yall and let him have the damn spotlight.

Seventeen as really bad Yahoo Answer questions
  • Seungcheol: What does it mean when someone says 'meow' to you????
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  • Soonyoung: What is 10+10? My friends say it's 20 but I think it's 1010?
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  • Jihoon: Why do old people have bad taste in music?
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  • Mingyu: Do midgets have night vision?
  • Minghao: How can the world possibly end in 2012 when I have a yogurt that expires in 2013????
  • Seungkwan: How did they clone Lindsay Lohan for the Parent Trap??
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Break M'Own Rules

Harry X Reader: Angst

In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.

Request? No

Author’s note: I don’t really see Harry ever being violent, but I had a dream about this and really wanted to write it soooo.


Tonight has been the most fun you’ve had in a while. You’re sat at a table in Harry’s favorite pub, crowded with his close friends. There are some that he keeps in regular contact with, but more that he only gets to see on the off chance that he’s home for a while and free from any work.

Harry’s been smiling all night, cracking terrible jokes and laughing overzealously at the little quips that anyone else makes. He’s had at least one too many. His smile is lazy, an uneven little smirk. His arm is stretched out across the back of your chair and he keeps touching you, brushing his thumb over your far arm, randomly spattering kisses along your cheek or over your bare shoulder. Sometimes he leans on you and you have to shove him off when he becomes a little too heavy, worried about tipping out of your chair. But he only grins at you and then joins back into whatever conversation is happening.

The group has begun to thin out. A few friends have left in pairs, babbling about being tired or having things to do tomorrow. You and Harry assure each of them that there will be more get-togethers before he’s off around the world for work again. Harry expresses his love with sloppy words, too buzzed to get up from his chair and hug them. Then there’s only Nick left.

“Yeh ‘bout ready to g’home, kitten?” Harry’s leaned his head on your shoulder again, growing hair falling into his heavy eyes.

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Reasons Why I’m Crying in the Club

So, in honor of the end of Teen Wolf, I decided to make another list similar to the one I did for 6A. Welcome to Reasons Why I’m Crying in the Club:

-Scott’s story
-Scott being so fatherly with Alec
-Stiles and Derek’s entrance
-Stiles being all upset that nobody told him.
-The group being back together and ready to kick some hunters’ asses
-Derek and Stiles reunion (fake and real scene) “It was obliterated…”

-“Its nice to see someone hasn’t lost their optimism.” “I haven’t.” “I have.”
-Jackson using his eyes and voice to more or less seduce his guard.
-His fucking tail!“
-Jackson/Lydia reunion hug; they needed some cute ass closure!
-"I did it.” “I kicked down the door…”
-Stiles being all cute and jealous “Lets break that up!”
-Their shock over Jackson and Ethan’s relationship. “What’s Ethan doing here?”
-“…Ethan?” “Yeah.” “Oh my god, I thought you’d never figure it out.”
-The cute little smile on Jackson’s face
-“I’m not dying for you.” “I’m not dying for you.”
-“Sheriff. You refer to me by my proper title, Deputy.” The sheriff is such an legend, and then he hands their asses to them on a silver platter.
-Scott’s greatest fears being Void Stiles, the one person he could never truly fight because it was his best friend, and disappointing Allison. It’s nice to know that Allison will always have a place in his heart. She made him who he is, and she’ll always be there.
-Scott facing all his greatest adversaries from the seasons and finally getting the closure needed.
-Derek and Peter reviving and fucking up the hunters that tried to kill them.
-The fucking coach. “Good to see you coach.” “You too, Jackson.” (The coach’s appearances have been 10/10 all season honestly.)
-Jackson being so used to the coach’s crazy shit.
-Theo getting some redemption
-Argent walking out of the room like a badass when Kate attacks.
-“Parrish, drop their weapons.” “Yes, sir.”
-“What’s happening?” “You lost.”
-“Malia, kiss him.” Complete with a cute Stydia handhold and stare because Lydia is remembering how she got Stiles to concentrate when he was having a panic attack. It was such a cute nod to the very beginnings of Stydia.
-“You did because you’re a great coach.” “You’re right, I am a great coach.”
-Argent and Melissa happily ever after!
-Domestic Jethan!
-Scott welcoming Alec in with open arms.
-“Some can do things you’d never believe. And others might only be human, but they make up for it by being really smart or really good in a right.”
-The pack being together.
-“My friends. My pack.”
-“You’re not a monster. You’re a werewolf, like me.”


I just really liked this episode. I think it was the perfect end. Everything finally came full circle, and like the rings on the tree suggest: this is only one ring. And though this is the end of their first story, it’s the beginning of a whole new story.

BTS reaction to hurting you during sex

BTS reaction - hurting you during sex and you starting to cry


Namjoon

He would instantly stop and pull away from you, trying to stop you from crying and apologizing continuously. You knew he never wanted to hurt you, but you couldn’t stop the tears. It really hurt, and it wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t your first time.

“I’m so sorry, I really am.” “No, it’s not okay. Let me make you a nice bath real quick, okay?”

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

Jin

He wouldn’t really notice because he’d enjoy it so much, but after hearing you whimper, he would stop. After finally figuring out why you are crying, he would shower your face with kisses, apologizing after every kiss. He wouldn’t try to continue if you didn’t want to. Instead, he’d just lay next to you and hold you tightly.

“You know I didn’t mean to, right?”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi

Yoongi wouldn’t be always rough, just when you ask him. He’d end up losing control and accidentally hurting you. Realising what he did, he’d slow down, trying to make you feel better. Slow kisses on your neck relaxed you as his hands rubbed your stomach carefully.

“Sorry.”

Originally posted by yoongiyi

Hoseok

Hearing your whimper, he’d stop instantly. As an apology, he’d bring you hot chocolate to make you feel better. It hurt because it was your first time trying roughly after giving birth to your child and Hoseok understood that, so he stopped.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. Take your time.”

Originally posted by jaayhope

Jimin

He’d always try to go rough, but you’d always be too scared. After finally making you try, he’d end up hurting you, but wouldn’t stop. The pain would slowly start to fade when he starts to go slow and and kiss you passionately.

“I didn’t mean to.” “You sure you’re okay?”

Originally posted by sosjimin

Taehyung

At first, he’d think you’re joking, but when he sees your tears, he stops. He wouldn’t move until you say he can, or even pull away and apologize repeatedly. He wouldn’t do it on purpose, but he would feel guilty, even after you tell him he’s not.

“But I hurt you, it is my fault!”

Originally posted by ttaegiis

Jungkook

It would scare him a little bit at first when seeing your tears, but then he’d move away immediately. Trying to figure out how to make you feel better, he’d hurt himself and end up just pulling you close to him and kissing you.

“I’m so sorry. I hope it doesn’t hurt that much?”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


Feel free to send requests ((:

BTS Reaction | Kissing another member

Request; the bts member your dating seeing you kissing another member

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would be more disappointed with you than he was angry, he wouldn’t understand why you would kiss Jin when the two of you had been so happy in your relationship.

“Why did you kiss Jin? I thought were were happy Y/N…”

Kim Seokjin

Jin would blame himself when he saw you kiss Namjoon. He’d think back to all the times he was unable to be there and support you because of work, thinking that he wasn’t a good enough boyfriend and that he didn’t deserve you.

“Y/N, I know you kissed nNamjoon” “You don’t have to explain, I know I’m not good enough for you”

Min Yoongi

Yoongi would be glaring at you from the door way, tears rolling down his face, when you noticed him he’d just continue to stare at you in disbelief, his eyes full of hurt and anger.

“Really Y/N?” “You were always so worried i’d cheat when I was away on tour when I never even looked at another girl, and hear you are kissing my bandmate, Jung Hoseok of all people"

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok would be more upset than angry, walking away from the studio when he saw you and Yoongi kissing. He always knew you had a soft spot for Yoongi but he never knew you’d do that to him, when he calmed down he’d confront you about it later.

“I saw you kiss Yoongi in the studio, did it mean anything?” Are you breaking up with me for him?” 

Park Jimin

Jimin wouldn’t quite believe what he saw, he’d wait till later to ask you about it and would probably end up crying, knowing deep down what he saw was real but he still had some hope that it was just his imaginitation.

“You wasn’t kissing Taehyung earlier, right?” “Please tell me I was just imagining things”

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung would have a hard time bringing himself to even look at you after he caught you kissing Jimin, he thought he could trust you but the moment he saw you two together, any ounce of trust he had for you was gone.

“Why did you do it Y/N?” “Am I not enough, did I do something wrong?”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would storm off the moment he saw you and Taehyung kissing, he wouldn’tbe able to hold back his tears, sobbing loudly . He’d end up blaming himself thinking he wasn’t good enough for you and that’s why you kissed someone else.

“It’s my fault, don’t apologise” “I’m not there for you enough, I’m sorry I should have been, it’s all my fault but please let me be a better boyfriend, don’t leave me”

Put It Down - Analysis

Holy shit Cartman was insufferable this episode. Even Kyle saw past his fake suicidal shit. Heidi, why are you entertaining this? Your ex calls you begging you to take him back or he’ll kill himself? Clearly a cry for attention and evidence that he’s having so many emotional problems right now that he should be totally ignored and monitored by professionals in a hospital. Heidi, come on.


Cartman was going to his principal threatening to kill himself. He’s a child. Why was he not placed in a hospital under suicide watch? God. I hate South Park’s adults.


However, that being said, I love how the KIDS were ignoring Cartman’s cry for attention because they’re used to his shit. Only at the very end did they let him do his thing in his song letting him be Eminem and get his attention so he’d finally shut the fuck up. I really hope Cartman doesn’t make threatening to kill himself to get what he wants out of people a thing. Because in a way, people still enabled him to get what he wanted in the end.


Also, those poor fucking kids. God. That was graphic. Also I’m concerned about Cartmans lack of reaction to death right in front of him. That’s some disassociation shit. Concerning.


Cartman… Has some serious mental issues. I’ve said it before and said it again. He shouldn’t be in a relationship with anyone he should be figuring himself out and getting serious therapy.


I love the message to the president. That was funny. The depiction of his tweets was a bit exaggerated but I loved it. It made me snort at one point.


I was initially mad that the boys were making fun of Cartmans suicide. Initially Stan looked concerned and I think he was when Heidi told him Cartman was suicidal. But when they heard how over the top and pathetic and desperate he sounded they knew he was faking. Kyle calling him a dying pig had me rollin. I love that Kyman.


CREEEEKKKKK ahhhh I LOVED that. Craig and Tweek have a great dynamic. They compliment each other and I don’t think there’s any doubt that they’re a genuine couple now. It’s obvious that they really care about each other and let’s be real , it’s fucking adorable. Congrats Creek shippers. I’m with you on this boat. <3


Also nice voice Craig. Tweek too. Kyle and Stan are so cute in their choir robes. I was kind of disappointed in them not killing Kenny.


Anyway, that’s all I got this episode. Das it.



Originally posted by shivery-sapphire

Top wlw deaths on tv

may yall be remember tbfh

from more painful to less painful in my opinion + a rant because i can´t help myself


1 LEXA KOM TRIKRU

Although she could be a total badass and was not scared to fight men even when told she was going to die - which she did not -

She could also be a puppy, look at that, Why would you want to kILL HER?!



2 POUSSEY WASHINGTON

Lets cry together fellow gays, because this one hurt like a motherfuckingbitch

look at this munchkin

Samira Wiley is an angel of god we must protect


3  TAMSIN

Not a lot of people actually watched Lost Girl, but this valkyrie was the sassiest

and vulnerable

IT WAS SO UNNECESSARY TO KILL HER IN THE END

4 TARA MACLAY

What a relatable character in a show of vamps

they. just. had. to.

a fucking stray bullet, what are the chances? 99% when the world literally hates us

5 MARISSA COOPER

to be honest they spoiled it for me, fuck you Becky

I was so relieved the first time she almost… you know

Another gay ded. Okay, half gay, still salty as fuck about it!


6 MAYA ST. GERMAIN

yup i cried

A fuckload of people didnt die but ´´died´´ in pll BUT MAYA WAS GAY SO SHE COULDNT COME BACK? HUUH? pd: someone remember who killed her? i don’t opps


7 NORA AND LOUISE

just when you thought you were getting LGBTQ+ representation in your favourite show

They just…


8 ROOT

This was all 2016 doing


9 SUSAN

just when i started to ship it

it sank before it left the shore. bish bye

fuck you, 2016


10 ELSIE HUGHES

i miss her and i barely saw her in 4 episodes?

she was clearly gay. or not? becuase it´s not okay to make assumptions about someone´s sexuality.


Next list will be about happy endings i swear im not all about that dark life.

So, which was the death that pissed you off the most?

Mine Lexa, if i could i’d throw a book at Jason´s head.


Beg For It

Lafayette jumped at the knock on the door. It was three in the morning for fuck’s sake. 

Lafayette opened the door, surprised to see Hercules. The two had been tiptoeing around each other ever since Lafayette found out and they fought. Lafayette had the mercy not to kick him out of his own apartment, but Hercules had been spending most of the day out and then would come home and sleep in the living room with John and Alex. Alex was angry with Hercules as well, fully taking Lafayette’s side. John was neutral, angry at Hercules as well, but his loyalty to his friend kept him merciful.

“What do you want?” Lafayette asked, swallowing what was either anger, tears, or both. 

Hercules didn’t answer at first. “I wanted to talk.”

Lafayette sighed, “Hercules, I don’t have the energy to fight with you right now.”

“I don’t want to fight.” Hercules reasoned, “I’m tired of us avoiding each other and the situation. Just hear me out, please. Can I please come in?”

“Sure,” Lafayette relented, opening the door wider for Hercules.

Lafayette sat on his bed, not offering for Hercules to do the same. He didn’t.

 Hercules expected Lafayette to say something. He waited for Lafayette to say something. He didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” Hercules began. “I’ll start with that. I know saying sorry doesn’t help. At all. But I do want you to know I regret it.”

“Why did you do it?” Lafayette hissed. “Am I not enough for you? Was she able to give you something I couldn’t provide?” Despite Lafayette promising himself he wouldn’t cry, he was already starting to. Lafayette was always emotional, he hated how vulnerable it made him.

Hercules shook his head. “I honestly don’t know why I did what I did. You’re more than enough for me Lafayette, you always have been. I never understood what I did to deserve you, I obviously don’t.” He laughed bitterly, “I could blame it on alcohol, on her, on any number of things. But in the end, it was only me, making a stupid decision.”

“Then why are you here? Why did you want to talk to me?” Lafayette asked, his voice wavering.

“I want to know what you want. I’m not asking you to forgive me, I don’t expect you to. Not now, not ever. But I can’t handle this. Us avoiding each other, ignoring each other. I can’t handle the silence and I can’t handle the uncertainty. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I’ll leave, I’ll never speak to you again if that’s what you want. Just tell me what you want.” Hercules pleaded.

Lafayette hesitated. He didn’t know what he wanted. Did he want Hercules gone? He was angry, yes, but when he imagined a life without Hercules…

He stood, meeting Hercules’ eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.” Lafayette caught the exact moment as Hercules’ eyes flashed with hope but quickly died out right after. “I want to forgive you, I really do. I’m just not sure how.”

Hercules nodded, “I know what I did was horrible. But I would do anything to get you to forgive me.” Lafayette said nothing. “What do I have to do? Beg for it?” Hercules asked, sarcasm lightly dancing in his words. Lafayette almost said yes, he almost wanted to see Hercules beg for Lafayette’s forgiveness and love, but Lafayette wasn’t that cruel. Besides, it would have been a miracle to see Hercules, the stubborn, hot-headed giant Lafayette had grown to love, on his knees and begging.

Lafayette’s eyes widened when Hercules did just that.

Hercules got onto his knees, taking Lafayette’s hands in his. Lafayette didn’t pull away, too shocked by what he was seeing. Begging during sex was one thing, this was something entirely different. Hercules was surrendering his dignity to Lafayette. His pride. Hercules wouldn’t do this for anyone else.

“I’m sorry Lafayette, I really am. I love you, more than I love anyone else. You’re everything to me, Lafayette. I would do anything just to keep you in my life. You don’t have to forgive me now, you don’t ever have to forgive me. But you need to know that I do love you, and I never wanted to hurt you.” Hercules had a single tear running down his cheek, which shook Lafayette greater than anything else that happened since Hercules walked in.

Hercules never cried. Never. Lafayette had never seen him cry. “Hercules…” Lafayette trailed off. He didn’t know what else to do. He got on his own knees, hugging Hercules tightly.

“D-Do—” Hercules began.

“No,” Lafayette cut him off. “Not yet. I don’t forgive you yet. I need time.” Lafayette admitted. “But I can start.”

Hercules pulled back, smiling a little. Lafayette was smiling a little too. “That’s all I wanted.” Hercules sighed. “You know, I love you.”

Lafayette nodded. “I know.”

Written by Hamildabbing

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-Holy Shit You Can Be Trans
-Holy Shit You Can Be Bi
-I Love My Daughter More Than Myself
-I Saw A Man So Beautiful I Started Crying
-I Thought I Knew Who I Was Romancing But Then I Met The Very Next Character And Now I’m Torn
-Holy Shit You Can Be Trans Reprise: Holy Shit A Romanceable Character Is Explicitly And Respectfully Written As Trans
-Turns Out I Can Recognize Voice Actors Just From Grunts
-I Love My Daughter More Than Myself Reprise: I Would Kill For This Disaster Child
-Why Can’t I Be Poly
AND
-I Swear I Wanted To Romance Someone Else This Time How Did I End Up Back Here Again

Stay | Pt. 5 [Final]

Taehyung Angst

❥ “If I ask you not to go, would you stay with me? If I ask you not to go, would you love me again?”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part3 | Part 4 | Part 5

“Y-Y/N..”

When you heard his voice again, you looked up from your phone and connected your eyes with his.

He looked sad and broken. His face was  pale and his eyes weren’t sparkling like they did a few months ago.

He looked like he was carrying all the sadness of this world on his shoulders. Was that really your fault?

Hesitantly but slowly, he took a step toward you but your instinct told you to a step back. When he saw that you backed away from him, he opened his eyes widely and stopped walking immediately.

Sadly looking into your eyes, he whispered. “Did I really hurt you that much?”

You averted your eyes. How were you supposed to answer that?

“I missed you, Y/N-ah..”

Closing your eyes tightly, you let the tears roll down your face. “T-Taehyung, don’t, please..”

“Can I hug you?”

Shaking your head hysterically, you stepped back again.

“Please, Y/N..” he whispered with a shaky voice.

“No, plea-”

Before you could end your sentence, you felt two strong arms wrapped around your body.

Taehyung nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and started crying. “Why didn’t you tell me before, Y/N? Why did you make us both suffer like this? Do you know how hard it was for me to live these few months without you?! Why did you lie to me?”

“I-I..”

Leaning his forehead against yours, he started stoking your hair. “Shh.. You don’t have to answer this now. Just answer me one question. Will you allow me to stay by your side?”

The minute you heard his question, a little giggle left your mouth. “Well, you’re my best friend and I don’t think that I can get rid of you, so-”

“No, not as your best friend.”

Confused, you looked at his serious face. “W-What?”

Suddenly, he started leaning forward while he was staring at your lips. Panicking, you started leaning back. “What are you doing, Taehyung?! You have a girlfriend-”

With that, you felt his soft lips on yours. The kiss was soft and gentle. It felt like he was telling you all his hidden feelings through this kiss. When he leaned back, you looked at his face with a shocked expression plastered on yours.
What was he doing?

“I never thought I’d have to wait this long until I had the opportunity to kiss my first love.”

“W-What?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N-ah. I’ve always been..”