why did i stay up to make this

So, in a little under an hour, the final episode of Arc V will air.

And this is just, surreal to me.

I wasn’t there for the beginning, but I’m here for the end.

I started Arc V October of 2015, and by then the series had started. Somehow, I binged though ~78 episodes in 13 days and I caught up just before episode 79 aired.

And then I did something I’ve neve done before for a show, I found a livestream so I could watch it raw.
I’m not sure why, when I could have just, waited a few days for subs. I guess I just really wanted to see i even if I couldn’t understand it.

Which is probably what I’m going to miss, staying up Sunday night for the new episode and chilling in the livestream with friends (because a Wednesday air date makes it next to impossible for me to watch live).


But, this is about Arc V.

I was fresh off Zexal and decided, what the hell, I’ll give this spinoff a shot and went in blind. And I was hooked. Like, really hooked(I went looking for the aforementioned livestream after all).

The storyline, the characters, it was great.

Despite some, writing problems, I still like it.

It got me into writing like I haven’t been for a while(esp on the fanfiction front), even more than my binging of DM, GX and Zexal did.


So I can hardly believe it’s been 2 years since then. 2 years, and it’s drawing to a close.

It’s going to be weird, not having any more new episodes, it really is.

Why Victor fell in love with Yuri

The reason that I’d like to bring this up is because this was something that really bothered me, the fact that Victor tried to emotional shatter Yuri’s heart… I was like what Victor why! But then I realized, this adds a whole new layer to Victor’s character… he’s still a mystery to us and this act was just another piece of the puzzle. He may seem like the care-free fun loving guy, but it makes me wonder why. After that he says that to Yuri and then he realizes that he really did break him but it he seemed rather shocked that he actually cried. In my head I’m like OF COURSE YOU MADE THE BOY CRY HE FUCKING LOVES YOU, and that this was very unlike him to do something like this.

Though then the way he tries to fix it is by wondering how he should make up for it, and asks if he should kiss him or something. But all Yuri wants him to just believe in him and stay by his side not force himself to do something that he doesn’t have his heart set on just to please him…. 

This was also done before back in Japan when he’s asking Yuri what he wants their relationship to be between them. Though Yuri just Victor to simply be himself because that’s the one that he Victor that he loves. It doesn’t seem like much but think about it like this, Victor is basically asking “what do you want me to do that’ll make you love me” or “what do you need me to do to gain your acceptance”, that’s what it’s actually translating to.

You see when Victor pretty much threaten that if he didn’t score on the podium that he’d stop being Yuri coach, he was basically holding emotions hostage if he didn’t succeed in other words saying “I won’t love you if you don’t win”, and Victor thought this would be the best thing stop him being nervous as if it was naturally the right thing to do. The only reason why Victor thinks like this was  because was that something done to him.

This brings all the pieces together: why Victor acts the way he does, why Victor gave up skating to become Yuri’s coach! And even more promptly why he chose Yuri. Victor has never had anyone truly love him.  

I think this may pertain to within his personal life, or maybe in his skating career where maybe someone could have had emotionally abused him. I believe that’s what his scene of in the opening symbolizes. I think Victor with long hair was when he was vulnerable and the current him is confident.  

They made him fell that he always had to be perfect, and when we failed they’d take that love away. They’d point out his flaws an failure and mentally messing him up. Because here’s the thing with with what Victor’s action’s say he’s always has to do something to gain people’s affection. That love can only be obtained when being successful and flashy. 

That’s why he’s always trying to be the best, to feel the love from his fans, and that’s why he’s able to feel so confident and strong. He was fine with this and thought this was all he wanted, but this wasn’t the type of love that he really needed … That’s why he loves, Yuri’s the only one that has given Victor unconditional love. He can feel the love and passion that Yuri has for him in his skating that’s why he’s so inthralled in his skating when he sees it.  

At first when Victor saw Yuri’s video, he knew it was a video of a fan who admired him, though there was something more to this video. For the first time it made him feel something; something that couldn’t be explained, so he packed his bags and left to Japan to become Yuri’s coach, Not just to help him win the Skating Grand Prix Final, but to explore these feelings he has for Yuri

Victor finally was able confirmed his feelings he knew the he said something terrible to him. But even so Yuri didn’t believe that and knew Victor wasn’t the type of man. And despite being upset with him, he didn’t throw the competition, he gave it his all, and show Victor that he was worth his love!

They really were meant to save each other, Yuri who was unsure of himself before, is able to start to believe in himself because he is able to turn Victor’s love into his confidence. While Victor is able to finally able to understand and be truly loved because Yuri loved him unconditionally and accepted him, and was able to, well fall in love himself.

I forgive you.

you never apologized for everything that you ever put me through and you probably didn’t even notice any of it because people usually don’t notice things they dont care about, and thats what I was to you. I was just another person that existed, I was just another person that made you feel like you were worth something.

All you ever did was make me feel incomplete. I’d look at myself for hours until I could no longer recognize anything in trying to figure out why you don’t love me in the way I put love into you.
And even if you didn’t love me in that way, why couldn’t you at least be a good damn friend.

but you never gave me a thing. and I used to stay up at night trying to convince myself that you cared about me when I knew damn well you never did.
I always knew what I was to you but I tried to ignore it for so long, I convinced myself otherwise because when you know that the person that you love, does not even give a damn about you something inside you shuts off and I couldn’t deal with that and I didn’t want to accept that so I kept trying to see something that was never there.
I think thats what destroyed me in the end, knowing the reality of what we were but trying to look past that and find something that wasn’t there.
I was looking for so long, I got lost and forgot what I was looking for.
and I forgive you.
I forgive you for all of it, I forgive you for the nights I stayed up crying because you chose her. I forgive you for leaving and then coming back just so you could leave all over again. I forgive you for the things that you said when you and i both knew you didn’t mean them. and I forgive you for using me to try and fill the hole that she left in you. I forgive you for using me as a fix for your confidence because throughout everything all I ever saw was how great you are, and all you ever did was feed of that.

and now I forgive myself.
I forgive myself for everything that I put myself through. I forgive myself for letting myself believe that you really were the greatest part of me. I forgive myself for loving you when you weren’t worth a damn thought.

because after stepping away, I see it all so clearly now. After I accepted what I really was to you, everything else made more sense.
I destroyed myself in loving you and for that I am so sorry but when I say I forgive you, I mean I forgive myself, I forgive giving so much of myself to someone that didn’t care how my day was going. I forgive myself for all the hurt I endured.

—  I have to let go, and to do that I need to forgive.
We all have that one person we’d stay up late for. Only them. Why? Because they’re the only person who can make you smile through a text. The only person who gives you genuine butterflies. The only person you’d lose sleep for.
—  And now you’re gone

#37 “I’m glad that I didn’t kiss her/him.”
#59 “You know I wouldn’t do this if I had another choice.”
#61 “Shut up and kiss me.”

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“I’m glad that I didn’t kiss him.” Amy says and Rory snorts in disbelief.
“But you did!” He shouts, making her and you giggle.
“But tha… oh, there’s my taxi.” You say as you hear the Tardis and Amy sends you a pitying look.
You’re in love with the doctor and stupid, how you sometimes are, you told him.
Because you had the feeling he looks at you in the same way like you look at him.
But you were wrong. That’s why you asked him if you could stay with Amy and Rory a few days.
“Ready for a new adventure?” The doctor says cheerfully and you nod with a small smile.
You don’t want to lose him, no matter what your heart says.
While he says hello to the Pond’s you go in the Tardis, stroking carefully about the buttons and lights.
“Did you miss me?” You ask her quietly.
“I did.” He says behind you and you don’t have to turn around to know that he isn’t smiling anymore.
“You know I wouldn’t have done it if I had another choice.” You sigh. “But don’t let us talk about the past. Where..”
“Shut up and kiss me.” He interrupts you and confused you look up.
You didn’t even noticed that he came closer.
“What?”
Instead of an answer he puts his lips on yours, kissing you softly.

The Easy Way (Part 7) - Carl Grimes & Negan Imagine

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Epilogue

summary: based off season 7, episode 8, tara and aaron comfort you after negan is a fuckiNG PSYCHOPATH 

a/n: for those of you who were confused, the reader did not die in part 6! sorry if that wasn’t made clear 


Your jaw dropped. Was he being serious?

“Come on, don’t make me ask again! I know you still have some of the powder stuff. Someone make me a nice, cold pitcher!” Negan barked. You quickly stood up and left, heading towards Tara’s house. You knew that Denise loved that stuff. 

You knocked on the door, and Tara opened it for you, letting you in. “Negan’s here,” you said. “He wants lemonade.”

“Lemonade?” Tara asked. “Why the hell…”

“I think he’s staying for a while longer. He came into Rick’s house. He held Judith!” You frantically tried to explain the situation to Tara as she helped you make a pitcher of lemonade. 

“Calm down. Just relax. You’re fine, so are Carl and Judith. Everyone’s gonna be fine.” You had always appreciated Tara, and how she was able to stay so easily relaxed under such extreme circumstances. You knew she had been through a lot. You had too, and that’s why you and her connected so well. She had nobody left, until she met Denise. But she was gone too. You had nobody left until you left Carl, and you were so happy that he was still with you. You had no idea what you would do without him, and you didn’t want to think about it. 

“Hey, Tara? I don’t mean to be a bitch, but could we maybe go faster? I wanna get back outside before anything-”

The sound of a gun firing blared from outside. You and Tara immediately stopped what you were doing and ran out the front doors. What you saw was disgusting. Spencer was on the ground, his insides spilled out in front of him. A trail of his blood started at his abdomen and trickled down the street in a thick stream. 

Rosita was on the ground. Arat had her pinned down with a knife held to her cheek. 

“No,” you mumbled. “No, no, oh, god, no.” Not Rosita

You were careful, taking fast, yet quiet, steps. All you wanted was to be next to Carl. You could see him with Olivia on his patio.

You hadn’t even realized that you were breathing quicker and louder than usual. Negan turned around and saw you heading towards him. He was dead serious. “No! Stay there, god damn it. Don’t move!” You froze in your tracks and just stared at Carl, hoping for him to stay still. Negan wasn’t taking shit off anybody, and, to put it plainly, Carl had a history of starting shit. 

“It was me,” Rosita snarled. What was her? The blade was pushed into her face, making a small slit below her right eye. You almost gasped, but you were too scared to make a sound. Negan began to chuckle. 

“Oh! You are such a badass!” He seemed to take a liking for that title. You recognized it as a term of sarcastic endearment, which made you almost think Rosita was safe. Almost. The knife had moved from her face to her throat, and her chest rose and fell dramatically with each quick breath she took. “Fine. Have it your way.” He teased her as a high school bully would. “Arat, kill somebody.” 

Arat lifted the blade from Rosita’s neck “No. It was me! No!” Rosita pleaded. 

Arat spun on her knees, and the gun was pointed at Carl. He and Olivia both went down at the same time. The blast made your ears pound. Your heart sped up as you began to see stars. Was it Carl? It couldn’t have been. Negan spent so much time with him. Arat must have known that. She wouldn’t kill a kid. Would she? All these questions and more flooded your brain. Blood filled your mouth as you realized you had bitten your lip. Maybe it was your tongue. You couldn’t tell, as your body fell limply to the ground. 

You were in and out of consciousness as your body was moved from the pavement to somewhere indoors. You tried to speak to see if Carl was okay, but you couldn’t get the words to come out just right. As your vision went blank, you felt soft cushions beneath your body, and you dozed off. 

The tapping of a boot against the floor was all you could hear. Through the window, you could see that it was dark outside. You blinked your eyes quickly, adjusting yourself to the dim light. 

“Hey, kid.” Aaron sat beside your bed. He looked awful. 

“What the-” you coughed, your voice sore from not talking. “What the hell happened to you?” Aaron smirked, shaking his head. 

“You’ve been passed out for a whole damn day, and the first thing you do when you wake up is ask how I’m doing. You’re insane.”

You smiled at him, but then started to remember why you had fainted in the first place. “Where’s Carl?”

“Fine,” Aaron assured you. “He’s fine.” You sighed in relief. He was okay. You were okay. Everyone was okay. “But,” Aaron continued, “Olivia’s gone.”

You looked back down at your fidgeting hands. “I knew it was one of them. I couldn’t tell which one, though. It could have been Carl.” Aaron nodded and placed his hands over yours. He leaned in and kissed your forehead before standing up. “I’ll go get him for you.”

Originally posted by benmckee

sentence prompts ➝ the civil wars
  • ❝I don’t want to stay.❞
  • ❝Do you ever listen?❞
  • ❝Please forgive me.❞
  • ❝You’re just lonely.❞
  • ❝Drink up, baby.❞
  • ❝Give me one night with you.❞
  • ❝It’ll all be over soon.❞
  • ❝Have you got something to tell me?❞
  • ❝You’re like a mirror, reflecting me.❞
  • ❝I just wanna take care of you.❞
  • ❝Do what I say and I’ll make you okay.❞
  • ❝I miss the way you wanted me.❞
  • ❝Did that full moon force my hand?❞
  • ❝Don’t go. Please don’t go.❞
  • ❝Why are you so far from me?❞
  • ❝I don’t want to hurt you.❞
  • ❝I’ll kiss you again between the bars.❞
  • ❝You’ll always be the one that’s standing in my way.❞
  • ❝I wanna give up, but I won’t.❞
  • ❝There’s no reasons, no excuses.❞
  • ❝Just don’t go without me.❞
  • ❝Can’t live with you or without.❞
  • ❝Say goodbye and don’t look back.❞
  • ❝I’m going to go home.❞
  • ❝Give me a chance, I’m beggin’ you.❞
  • ❝Oh dear, never saw you coming.❞
  • ❝I’ve been awaiting for you.❞
  • ❝I never meant for this to mean a thing.❞
  • ❝Don’t say that it’s over.❞
  • ❝I could get over you but please don’t ask me to.❞
  • ❝Haven’t you seen me sleep walking?❞
  • ❝You better wait with me.❞
  • ❝Don’t take that sinner from me.❞
  • ❝All your perfectly delivered lines, they don’t fool me.❞
  • ❝How long will I have to wait for someday?❞
  • ❝Let me in the wall you’ve built around.❞
  • ❝Your mouth is a melody I memorize.❞
  • ❝I don’t love you but I always will.❞
  • ❝Eternally, I’m broken.❞
  • ❝Give me the burden, give me the blame.❞
  • ❝In my arms is where you are to be.❞
  • ❝You’ve been lonely, too long.❞
  • ❝Tell me that you’ll always be true.❞
  • ❝You’ll always be the only one.❞
  • ❝You’re still the best thing that never happened.❞
  • ❝Where she walks, no flowers bloom.❞
  • ❝I just wanna hold your hand.❞
  • ❝Oh, why don’t you keep drinking?❞
  • ❝I know you wouldn’t hurt me.❞
  • ❝There’s so much I’m dying to tell.❞
  • ❝Sometimes I can’t tell where I am.❞
  • ❝Try to convince me that I’m not drowning.❞
  • ❝You had me fooled for a while.❞
  • ❝Stop saying those sweet things you know I like to hear.❞
  • ❝Don’t you let me lie here and die here.❞
  • ❝I don’t want to talk right now.❞
  • ❝The killer in me is the killer in you.❞
  • ❝Looks like you made up your mind.❞
  • ❝Why do you keep looking out the window?❞
  • ❝You only know what I want you to.❞
  • ❝There’s a note underneath your front door.❞
  • ❝I’m a dead man walking here.❞
  • ❝Oh, aren’t we a pretty, pretty pair?❞
  • ❝Look what you have done.❞
  • ❝That’s the least of all my fears.❞
  • ❝I just want your arms wrapped around me in this moment.❞
  • ❝I don’t have a choice, but I’d still choose you.❞
  • ❝All the king’s horses and all of his men couldn’t tear us apart.❞
  • ❝Where’d you learn to lie the way you do?❞
  • ❝Who could do without you?❞
  • ❝The less I give the more I get back.❞
  • ❝Meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tall.❞
  • ❝All that he really wants is someone to want him back.❞
  • ❝I wish you were the one. Wish you were the one that got away.❞
Breakfast Gone Wrong Starters
  • "Are eggs supposed to bleed?"
  • "You are such a child. Stop making the banana into a dick."
  • "I know we've been having some issues, but buying sugar free syrup is going a bit too far."
  • "Will you stop letting your conquests stay overnight? We can't afford to keep feeding people!"
  • "Why is there puke on this plate-- Oh. Eggs."
  • "My pancake is black. Like, goth kid wardrobe black."
  • "How do you fuck up making a waffle?"
  • "I'm going to pretend you did not just say the words 'breakfast stew.'"
  • "I don't care if it tastes like Satan's balls, the kids made breakfast and you will eat it."
  • "Buy your own damn cereal and stop stealing mine!"
  • "Ah... Yeah, your pancake art looks... great. I think."
  • "You're not supposed to put hash in hash browns!"
  • "Your roommate just passed out in their cereal."
  • "Did someone piss in the coffee machine?!"
  • "I wouldn't call the milk chunky. More of a solid."
  • "I know I made a real mess last time, but listen, I kept the batter off the ceiling this time!"
  • "I'm pretty sure that smoothie is radioactive."
  • "Why would you even make this many pancakes?"
  • "All we have left are some crackers and beer. Eat up."
  • "One strip of bacon left--"
  • "Do you know how to get flaming toast out of the toaster?"
  • "I found you curled up in the shower trying to eat an omelet. That drunk."
  • "Tequila is not a part of a balanced breakfast!"
  • "Do they deliver pizza this early? Because I am not feeling it."
  • "You just-- You just poured ranch all over your eggs."
i bet when bts first started to see all those “daddy” comments on twitter, this shit happened

“ Jungkook: *posts selfie*

“Hi army! Have a wonderful day and make sure to stay warm”

Sexually frustrated 12 year old: DADDY 

Jungkook: *scrolls through comments* 

“Hi jungkook”

“I love you”

“DADDY”

Jungkook: wait hol up tf

*checks to see if what he saw was correct*

“wait why the fuck did she call me appa”

“did i accidentally impregnate someone”

“DO I HAVE A CHILD THAT I DO NOT KNOW OF”

“WAIT DID THAT ORANGE JUICE HAVE ALCOHOL DID I GET DRUNK AND FUCK SOMEBODY THROUGH THE INTERWEBS”

*jin walks in*

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE U SCREAMING ABOUT”

“i think i might have impregnated someone”

“WAIT TF U MEAN BY IMPREGNATE”

“I POSTED A SELFIE AND SOMEONE CALLED ME DADDY”

“TF U DUMB ASS BITCH SHE DIDNT CALL YOU DADDY!”

“WAIT WHAT U MEAN”

“SHE OBVIOUSLY IS TRYING TO LOOK FOR HER LOST APPA AND IS TRYING TO SPREAD THE WORD THROUGH THE INTERNET ON OUR POPULAR PAGE, DUH U DUMBASS”

“OH MY GOD! JIN HYUNG YOUR A GENIUS! WE SHOULD HELP HER OUT”

“I KNOW BITCH, YES YOU SHOULD CALL THE POLICE WE SHOULD HELP HER OUT”

*JIMIN BARGES IN*

“BITCHES I HEARD EVERYTHING LETS HELP THIS ARMY FIND HER APPA”

*TAEHYUNG COMES OUT FROM BATHROOM HALF NAKED*

“BITCHES LETS DO SOMETHING GOOD FOR OTHERS FOR ONCE, LETS HELP THIS GIRL OUT”

“HELLO? YES, THIS IS JUNGKOOK…..NO NOT JOHN COOK…. I LIVE IN KORYA, SOMEONE FROM AMERICA, uh yes…i also go by international play boy….SOMEONE LOST THEIR APPA…uh. I MEAN DADDY!”

*hoseok comes in*

“WHY TF ARE U CALLING THE POLICE DID NAMJOON DOWNLOAD ILLEGAL PORN VIDEOS AGAIN!”

*yoongi*

“well, someone commented daddy on jungkooks selfie and now seokjin somehow made the master plan that the girls actual father got lost and she is trying to find him”

Hoseok: WAIT did you say “daddy”, NAMJOONIE HYUNG GETS THAT TOO! MANY TIME, DID EVERYONE’S DAD GET LOST!

taehyung: no wonder why my dad hasnt been calling me

“GUYS WE SHOULD TELL NAMJOON HYUNG”

“IVE BEEN OVERHEARING  YOUR ENTIRE CONVERSATION, YOU GUYS ARE THE DEFINITION OF A DUMBASS, DADDY IS WHAT KINKY OVER SEXUALIZED ARMYS CALL US, IT BASICALLY MEANS THEY WANNA FUCK YOU, OKAY!KJDSJDIH OR YOU JUST LOOK SEX MATERIAL, WHATEVER ,DONT ASK ME HOW I KNOW”

“sorry to ruin your childhood jungkook, no more innocent selfie posting”

Jungkook: *jumps off cliff*

“I JUST WANTED TO POST A FUCKING SELFIE”

I’ll be back to do some proper blog things in a few days, BUT UNTIL THEN, HAVE A FUN AND SAFE HOLIDAY YOU GUYS. 

YOU ARE ALL PRECIOUS AND IMPORTANT PEOPLE AND THE WORLD IS BETTER WITH YOU IN IT. 

SEE YOU ALL SOON <3

This Is My Version : A Conor Maynard Fiction

Based on the original song by Conor Maynard.

Not requested.

I moved in with the Maynards and Josh for a couple of months now. I was studying abroad here in London. Just like any other cliche love story, I was crushing hard on Conor.

For the past few weeks, Conor and I have been flirting back and forth until one day, he stopped. Last week, when I complimented his outfit, he just stared at me blankly before turning around and head back to his room and changed another outfit. I was confused at his actions, why did he do that? Ouch. I shook it off and go on with my day, thinking maybe he was just not in a mood for compliments, as if.

As usual, I was staying up watching Gotham. I wasn’t worrying about Conor (pfft), I was just binge watching my favorite TV show, no harm right? Jack and Josh went to Caspar’s place to make a video so I got the whole house to myself. I was in my PJ’s, slouching on the couch while eating some chips. I looked up at the clock, its hands reading 1:26 am. I decided that I should call it a night before standing up and hid my chips at the back of the cupboard because I’m sure when Mikey, a friend of the boys, visits them, he’ll go through the cupboard and eat anything that is found.

I picked up the remote control and turned off the TV and at the same time, guess who’s back. Conor. He was holding his car keys in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. 

“ How was the party?” I asked. Conor looked at me with hesitation, put the bottle on the kitchen counter before walking towards me. I felt my heart beating rapidly. He was in front of me now and I could smell the alcohol from his breath.

“Can you just be quiet for a goddamn second?” He said.

“Excuse m-” I was cut off by Conor again, spitting his most vulgar comments at me. 

“Excuse you what? Honestly, do you ever shut up? I was totally fine before you moved in and now your presence irritates me. You’re so fucking annoying.” He spat.

I was at the edge of crying. 

“I’m not going to argue with you, especially when you’re drunk. Talk to me when you sober up.” I answered.

I put down the remote control and turned my heel, walking around him and down the hall to go back to my room,then I felt a strong grip on my arm.

“NO! WE ARE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS NOW! RIGHT NOW!” Conor yelled.

“Let go of me, Conor.”

My arm was starting to hurt and I doubt there will be bruises on my arm with the amount of force that Conor put in to.

“Get the fuck out of the house. You’re not welcome here.” 

“What the hell? I pay rent too, you know.” I look at his dumbfounded face.

“I don’t care if you pay rent or not, you are not welcome in this house. I don’t welcome sluts.” He said.

Slut? What the actual fuck? Last time I remembered having sex was that it didn’t happen.

I was mad. I walked towards Conor, making him taking a few steps back until his back hit the wall.

“Call me anything you want but don’t ever, ever, call me a slut.” I said with my pointer finger poking his chest.

He laughed once. “That’s what all sluts says! Just admit it, you’ve been fucking around with Jack for the past few months.”

I held my fist high up, ready to punch him, until I saw a figure standing by the door…

It’s Jack.


Part 2?

Why is it when I make a post talking about Islam, people start yammering on “Catholics did this too”, “Christians are the same”, etc..

I’m not talking about what Catholics/Christians did or didn’t do, I’m talking about Islam. The religion that I grew up in. The religion that told me I am worth half a man. The religion that told me I am forbidden to talk to men. The religion that told me I had to wear a hijab/niqab. The religion that told me I must obey my husband. The religion that told me I am cursed if I refuse to have sex with my husband. The religion that filled me with despair and depression. The religion that destroyed ever ounce of my self identity. The religion that made me feel as though my worth was only my hymen.

Above the Crawlspace

I blinked awake, squinting up at the light overhead. For a moment I couldn’t remember what had happened but when my eyes finally adjusted and the haze in my mind dissipated, I remembered. I remembered William coming at me before my vision went black. I was sure he would have killed me but here I was. I was alive and…God, I was in Anne’s house in a spare bedroom. I was sure of it.

Taking in a breath, I moved my limbs and was surprised as well as relieved to feel they weren’t tied down. That didn’t mean the door wouldn’t be locked. I didn’t go to it immediately though, I stayed where I was just to make sure Anne wouldn’t be coming by soon. I couldn’t be too careful.

I must have waited an hour before getting up and trying the door. It wasn’t locked. I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I’d seen William and I know what he did. Why would she want me alive and able to roam free? Maybe this was a tease. Maybe she was giving me the illusion of freedom and I’d get downstairs to see she’d boarded up the windows and locked the front door and she’d have the key to it on her at all times. Christ, this was a nightmare. I shouldn’t have kept digging.

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Have fun with her.
Don’t try fool me with your love-sick Facebook statuses and endless Instagram posts.
I know she doesn’t laugh at your jokes like I did.
I know she isn’t willing to not get any rest just to talk to you.
I know she hasn’t stayed up till two in the morning on FaceTime with you, laughing so hard you drool.
I know she isn’t fiercely protective over you and I know she’ll never care like I did.
Don’t try fool me and say you never loved me.
I was the closest thing to love you’ve ever felt.
And you’re scared of love.
You were intimidated, so you left and found someone else who wouldn’t make you feel the burning fire in your heart.
That’s why I didn’t get hurt over you. I understand you too well.
—  love, love, love. what is it good for? absolutely nothing
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❞ Touka Kirishima ❞

Phew… ten images in a row, I have never did this before. It was quite stressful, but now when I see them all together it makes me quite happy. This project is dedicated to my winged beauty, Touka Kirishima. I actually wanted to add some text phrases, but I decided against ist. It’s better this way; I leave it up to your imagination. Maybe I’m gonna edit a Kaneki edition someday.

Here are some thoughts I had while editing:
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Like a bird. I simply love her winged Kagune. It’s more a symbolism. “I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.”

Grief & Loss. Quite important.

Little Brother. Suffering/Pleasure contrast. Ayato’s smirk… boy, you need the 103 bones treatment.

Yoriko. I love Yoriko-chan! And she is so important to Touka-chan. They share a cute and unique friendship.

First Love. Because it’s true. Look at these cuties! ♥

Family. I actually cried while editing. Ishida-sensei, please bring them all together again!

Darkness Eyes. More hunter themed, I guess. But she would be a breathtaking midnight beauty as well.

Broken Strings. “There are days every now and again I pretend I’m OK, but that’s not what gets me.” The shipper feels, though.

Rabbit. Pretty self explanatory, I guess.

Self-doubt. “How can something like this be beautiful?”

Polaroid Hearts (Pt. 3)

Summary: Ever hear of a love pyramid? It’s when the history major, a fine arts undergrad, and a culinary student all have a crush on you. So in your second year of university, who’s gonna steal your heart first? (A Bucky x Steve x Pietro x Reader story)

[Part 1] [Part 2]    [Part 4]

Warnings: None

Word count: 2200

A/N: I really took my time with this one, wow. Anywho, I’m trying my hand at NaNoWriMo this year, so hopefully that means more updates? Ya’ll should check it out if you don’t know what that is btw, it’s a lot of fun ^^ ((ALSO, huge shoutout to @tchallawalla for helping me make this entire series more-or-less accurate))

Originally posted by ranrightintomyheart

Originally posted by keepbuckybaby

“What do you mean you’re staying? When did you sign up? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Wanda was goes 90 miles a minute as you walked back into your shared dorm room, like there weren’t enough words in the world for her to express her panic in Pietro going to the same university.

After Pietro had assumed, incorrectly, that Wanda would be thrilled at the news and stop yelling at him, resident management swooped in and dubbed the bell a false alarm. Students filed back into their rooms by the hundreds, and Wanda took an entire three minutes before going off on another rant.

After getting settled on the couch beside your roommate and your soon-to-be roommate, you decided to intervene.

“Wanda, relax.” Which had her puff out her cheeks like she was swallowing down the swelling argument in her throat. “I don’t see why you’re so upset about this, don’t you want to see your brother as much as possible?”

Pietro, inside his head at least, was cheering you on. No one had ever braved the storm that was Wanda to defend him, especially not someone he’d only known for half an hour. If you could silence his sister with a couple words then you were clearly a force to be reckoned with.

“I do! I just wish he had told me about it when he was thinking about applying.” She grumbled, frowning and glaring at her feet.

“It was a surprise.” Pietro commented listlessly, like she should’ve expected it of him. You considered that he did things like this all the time, and thought of how much trouble Wanda would go through because of it.

“I don’t like surprises.” Again with the moping.

“That’s because you’re a grumpy old lady.” Pietro threw back, accompanied by your laugh. Pietro felt his chest swell, with pride or admiration he couldn’t tell. He wondered if there was even a difference.

“Well he’s not wrong, you are the one who guilt trips Nat and I into cleaning.” You smirk when her glare shoots over to you, but you know she doesn’t mean it. Behind those cold, unforgiving eyes, she’s smirking back.

“I still would’ve liked to know that he was coming to America.” She sighed, but seemed to have given up on the reprimanding.

“Hey, I’m twelve minutes older than you, I don’t have to tell you everything!” Pietro jokes and you’re laughing again, which means Pietro is feeling lightheaded again, and Wanda’s lips are curled up at the the corners as she realizes her “big” brother might be getting along with you a little too well. That is, if the way his shoulders rolled back and his eyes shined were anything to go by, and being right beside Pietro for 20-odd years meant she was never wrong about these things.

When Natasha came home it was with Sam’s arms wrapped around her waist and him smiling smugly from over her shoulder. The three of you were still on the couch, watching something on Netflix that drew your attention much more than the others.

It was easy to see this as Pietro was so finely focussed on sitting closer to you, and putting his arm on the couch behind your head, simply because putting it around your shoulders was too forward but keeping it at his side was too difficult. Wanda was mentally listing off all of the past relationships both you and her brother had had, going through the process of whether you were good enough for each other, and then imagining what life would be like with you dating Pietro. All the while you were watching this show like your life depended on it - as a photography student you were finely tuned to notice all the the cinematographic liberties the director took, and this director had taken plenty. You could appreciate all of the effort and consideration they used to get the perfect angles for each frame. It wasn’t an easy process, and by no means was it a fast one either.

“What’s up losers?” Nat asks fondly, hopping onto the empty end and dragging Sam with her. He mock salutes everyone in the room before wrapping his arm around Nat’s waist again, cuddling her into his chest. Everyone nods back, except for Pietro, who awkwardly waves at the two newcomers.

“This is the infamous twin we heard about.” You grin and gesture to Pietro, who is much closer now than he had been twenty minutes ago, though it was possible you just hadn’t noticed the distance - or lack thereof - before you had mentioned his name. Nat looks at you smugly.

“Not quite Darcy’s type.” So as to say he was actually rather good-looking, though it was little surprise because Wanda was gorgeous.

“Definitely not, though the hair’s similar.” You jokingly twist to look Pietro up and down, like you’re checking to see if he’s an egg with a crack in it. Or maybe like you’re trying to make toast with bread that expired a week ago and now you’re looking for mold to see if you’re safe to make it anyways. At this thought, Pietro realized he was a culinary student for a reason, and if he was the type to get embarrassed by his own thoughts, he’d be blushing.

Instead, he was blushing because a very pretty girl was blatantly checking him out, and though whatever you were saying might as well have been in Aramaic, he had a feeling you weren’t disappointed with what you saw. It was a pleasant thought, to say the least.

“It’s not long enough.” Nat was eyeing him too, which might’ve been a big deal if: 1. He didn’t care so much about your opinion of him, and 2. Her boyfriend wasn’t sitting right beside her, watching the conversation unfold.

“Nothing’s ever ‘long enough’ for Darcy, she’d crush on Gandalf if he went to our school.” Natasha snorted and Wanda shook her head with a smile.

“Hey now, if Gandalf went to this school and you didn’t have a crush on him you’d need to get your priorities straight.” Sam cut in, making everyone laugh a little.

“Are you saying you would dump me to date a grumpy old wizard?” Nat turned around to smile deviously at her man.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t dump me to date a grumpy old wizard? Not even for the fireworks? The cool hats?” At this point you and Wanda were both stifling giggles behind your hands, and Pietro was dangerously close to a laugh attack. Nat and Sam, however, were well versed in making drop dead serious faces during the most ridiculous of times, so neither of them were so much as smiling yet.

“Fair enough. I guess we’ll just have to fight over him until he realizes I’m the better option.” She shrugged, turning back towards the half-shed laughs across from her and leaning into Sam’s chest again.

“In your dreams sweetheart.” He kissed the top of her head and relaxed into the couch as well. The completely calm air surrounding them is what made you three bust out laughing, and before Pietro could realize it was probably a bad idea, he was laughing into your shoulder.

Not that you minded much, but it was strange for Wanda to see her brother so comfortable around someone after so little time. Pietro liked his space until he knew who he was around, and the familiarity of him doing exactly what he was doing wouldn’t normally belong in a timespan this short. She guessed it was just something about you that made everyone feel comfortable, and Pietro was partial to girls with big smiles and bigger hearts - much like his own personality.

Wanda decided that you two would be perfect together, and that if her brother ever asked her for help in winning your heart, she’d do it without question. Maybe, she thought, she’d do it without him even asking.

-

Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky were both thinking about you. Steve because, well, he needed someone to think of when he sketched, and Bucky because he was a sucker who wanted to see you as often as humanly possible.

“Do you know her favourite place to eat?” Bucky asked from his place on the floor, lying down and tossing up the stress ball his mom bought him when he decided his major; it was painted like a globe, which was, for whatever reason, the symbol for history.

“She likes the gelato place a couple blocks down, invited me to try it a few times.” Doodling in his secondhand chair, Steve regretted not taking you up on all those offers, but what was a guy to do? He was usually too nervous to talk to you, which was the reason behind adding to your art projects so often. If you started the conversation, he could deal with it better.

“What does she major in?” Another toss, another question. Bucky had been asking questions about you like some sort of lovestruck teenager who couldn’t get you out of their head. Which, despite his best efforts, wasn’t a far cry from accurate. He couldn’t get you out of his head, and he hated it because he hadn’t even seen you for more than two minutes and now he’d been fixating on you for at least 4 hours.

“Look, Buck, wouldn’t you rather hear all of this from Y/N’s mouth? Why don’t you ask her all of these things. That way you won’t freak her out when you’ve never said a word to her and yet know everything there is to know about her.” Steve had a point.

“Sorry. I just wanna know everything about her, you know? I don’t have her number or anything so I can’t exactly ask her myself.” Bucky put down the ball and sighed, thinking it would be a bad idea to ask Steve if he could have your number. Or even asking Steve to ask you if he could have your number. Normal people don’t fall in love with someone after two seconds of interaction. Bucky would be forever sour at how cliche and utterly dramatic that sounded, as it stood against everything he valued.

Then again, plenty of people in the world were overly dramatic, he could list at least twenty historical figures who fit that exact description, though he didn’t think it was fair to align himself with men who had started entire wars because of a single person. He liked to think he was of a different calibre.

Then again, he’d never felt like this about someone before.

“So get it, you’re friends with Natasha, aren’t you? They live in res together. And you know that she has Mixed Media with me, so swing by after class and maybe make some cue cards with things to say so you don’t make yourself look like an idiot again.” You’d have to be Bucky to know that Steve didn’t mean it to sound harsh, but you’d also have to be Bucky to hear Steve speak bluntly in the first place.

Steve had a hard work, hang in, hold on mentality. If you worked hard, you got something, and if you got something, it meant you deserved it. Nothing was free, and nothing was ever handed to you, but if you created the opportunity, you could hunt down your reward. Sort of like a treasure hunt; Indiana Jones wouldn’t have any benefits to reap if he never left his desk.

And yeah, he kinda hated himself for helping Bucky get closer to you, but if his friend was willing to put in the effort to see you, maybe he deserved that time. Steve didn’t like the idea of containing you like some firefly he caught in a jar, though would it really be so bad if he wanted one thing to himself? He was always the sharer - sharing a place with Bucky, sharing friends and crushes (apparently) with others, he shared his time and his opinion when Bucky needed an editor for his papers, or when you needed someone to shoot on the off chance that neither of you were too busy with other classes. Steve had very little to himself, aside from his job and his art, which, after he met you, was more of you than anything.

Was it selfish to want these two parts of his life kept separate? He didn’t say anything because he thought it might be, however much he believed he had worked hard enough to earn a thing of his own. Philosophically, Steve believed that things would happen the way they happened, and he had gotten good at adapting to that. He just had to swallow down whatever this disgruntled feeling was and accept it.

It was entirely possible that he’d just have to work harder to earn your affections, because he knew deep down you and Bucky would never fit together the way you and Steve could.


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Monsta X Reaction #5 - Cuddling them to death in a cute onesi

monsta x / black pink/ bts how would they react if you would dress up in a cute onesi and cuddle them to deathxD

THIS IS SO CUTE MY HEART IS BURSTING XD Thank you for requesting anon I hope you like it!!


Hyunwoo (Shownu): *blushy AF* “Omo why are you being so cute today? You’re killing your oppa”

Originally posted by sonhyunu

Hoseok (Wonho): “Wahh~ you’re so cute! I could stay like this forever” *extremely happy*

Originally posted by kumakookie

Minhyuk: *pretend he’s calling you cute and not the coin xD* “Yah, what did I do to deserve you acting like this tonight??”

Originally posted by hwitaek

Kihyun: “Aww does somebody need some extra attention from Oppa?” *cuddles for the rest of eternity*

Originally posted by kihyeun

Hyungwon: *makes a noise similar to ASDFJKL* “YAH! You’re so warm, fluffy, and cute!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT”

Originally posted by kmess

Jooheon: “This. This is why we’re a perfect match for each other babe.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Changkyun (I.M): *tries to be cute too, but gets blushy and cuddly instead* “You’re just too good at being cute, I could never get to your level”

Originally posted by kihyeun


ask box open~

3AM Talk
  • <p> <b></b> Farkle is staying over at Riley's place for Christmas. It's their junior year of high school.<p/><b>Location:</b> Matthews's living room.<p/><b></b> Farkle is sleeping on the couch. Riley walks in from her room. She goes over to the couch. She starts shaking Farkle to wake him up.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Farkle, wake up!<p/><b></b> He doesn't wake up. She grabs a pillow and throws it at his head.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Ow! (Looks around and sees Riley) Why did you do that?<p/><b>Riley:</b> So you would wake up.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Why?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I couldn't sleep and I want to talk to you.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Do you want to go to your bay window?<p/><b>Riley:</b> How about we stay here?<p/><b></b> Farkle sits up and makes room for Riley on the couch. She sits down. They face each other.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> What's wrong?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I'm worry about the future. This year is the most important school year in high school. I'm scared that I will let the pressure get to me and no colleges will think I'm good enough for them.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Riley, you are one of the smartest people I know. You have accomplished so much...<p/><b>Riley:</b> What did I accomplished?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> In the past year alone, you were voted captain of the debate team.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Only because you didn't want to be captain.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> The only reason I didn't want to be captain was because I know you are a better captain than I'll ever be. You are a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for. You are still tied with me for the most A's, which my dad hates by the way. (Riley laughs) Everyone loves and respects you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> (looks away from Farkle) Do they though? Don't they see a childish person when they see me? I still use a bunny nightlight. I talk to stuff animals. And they talk back. I always try to ignore when things changed.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Everyone hates change. And the other things you mentioned, makes you who you are. It makes you Riley, my best friend. There's nothing wrong with that. You are serious when you need to be, but you also have this innocence that people lose as they get older. I'm happy that you never lost that. It's one of the many things I love about you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> (looks at Farkle and smiles) You mean that?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I do. You helped me to have fun and let loose when I'm stressed. Remember the time, when we were studying at my place and it was raining? (Riley nods her head yes) I was worried about the final exams and you made me go outside, and danced with you in the rain. I had so much fun, that I started not to worried about the exams and I aced them. That was all because of you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> That was one of my favorite memories.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Mine too. You had made my life better since we met.<p/><b>Riley:</b> You had made mine better too. You're always there for me when I need you. We can talk each other about anything. We challenged each other to be better. I don't know what I would do without you.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You'll never have to find out. You're stuck with me. We'll always be best friends.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Good.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I was going to wait to the morning, to give you your present, but now's a good time.<p/><b></b> Farkle walks to the tree and grabs the present. He sits next to Riley and gives her the gift.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Merry Christmas!<p/><b></b> Riley takes the present and opens it to reveal a locket shaped like Pluto. She starts to have tears falling on her cheeks.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Farkle, it's beautiful.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Just like you.<p/><b></b> Riley blushes.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You should open it.<p/><b></b> Riley opens the locket. One side has a picture with her and her family. On the other side, a picture of her and her friends.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't know what to say.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I wanted you to keep the people that matter to you the most, with you at all times. The Pluto locket represents hope. I hope you never change who you are. The world needs a Riley Matthews. I need Riley Matthews in my life.<p/><b>Riley:</b> (tilts her head) Farkle.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You're the best person I know.<p/><b></b> Riley gives him a hug. They stare at each other. Riley leans in and gives Farkle a kiss.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Wow!<p/><b>Riley:</b> That was...<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Wow! That was the best gift I ever received.<p/><b>Riley:</b> (smiles) So I guess you don't want the present I got you?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> No, I do. But, no gift will ever top that kiss.<p/><b>Riley:</b> (playfully shoves him) You're a dork.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I know.<p/><b></b> They walk to the Christmas tree and Riley hands Farkle his present.<p/><b></b> By the stairs, Cory and Topanga are watching Riley and Farkle.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> That was the sweetest moment.<p/><b>Cory:</b> I've seen better.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> They remind me of us when we were younger.<p/><b>Cory:</b> I don't see it.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> Like it or not, Riley's growing up.<p/><b>Cory:</b> NOT! I don't want her to grow up.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> We don't have a choice. Quit acting like a baby.<p/><b>Cory:</b> No. She's not growing up and she's never allowed to date. Especially Farkle. I can already imagine Minkus gloating about his son dating my daughter.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> It looks like they will be dating, and they're perfect for each other. Do not mess this up.<p/><b>Cory:</b> I can't promise that.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> Then I can't promise that you will be living here much longer.<p/><b>Cory:</b> You would really kick me out?<p/><b>Topanga:</b> Mess this up for Riley and you'll find out.<p/><b>Cory:</b> I always thought Farkle was perfect for Riley.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> That's what I thought. Now go back to bed.<p/><b>Cory:</b> Yes ma'am.<p/><b></b> Cory and Topanga head up to their room.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> How are you feeling about the future?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I think for the first time in a while, I feel better about it. And that's thanks to you.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I'm glad. Any college would be honored to have you at their university.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Thanks.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> So, where do we go from here?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't know. What do you want to happen?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I want to ask you to be my girlfriend and I'm hoping you would say yes.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Ask me and you'll find out.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Riley, will you be my girlfriend?<p/><b>Riley:</b> YAY!!!!!!<p/><b></b> Farkle smiles and kisses Riley.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Can you put the locket on me?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> It will be my pleasure.<p/><b></b> Riley turns away from Farkle and lifts her hair. Farkle puts the locket around her neck.<p/><b>Riley:</b> This was the best present. Thank you. I love you.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I love you too.<p/><b></b> They kiss again.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Best Christmas ever!<p/><b></b> The end!<p/></p>