why do you wear so much purple

— great romances of the 21st century | (m)

pairing kim seokjin x reader, highschool! Jin 
genre/warnings drama, fluff, smut, comedy 
words 12,799

:: summary in which you must tutor the most arrogant and pretentious jerk that ever existed, who can’t seem to concentrate on anything other than football, working out and girls… but then something changes and you find yourself thinking – maybe Kim Seokjin isn’t so bad after all?

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anonymous asked:

Can you do 2# (childhood best friends au) where jughead and betty are best friends but leaves town but comes back when they're in highschool? thanks, i love your work so much

“Why are you….bouncing?” Jughead jones stared curiously at the clearly excited dark haired girl to his left.

“I think the better question is, why aren’t you? I’ve been waiting for this day for years. Archie nearly had a heart attack when he found out. I thought you’d be the most excited out of all of us.” Veronica lodge glanced curiously at the beanie wearing boy, her long purple fingernails tapping quickly on the cafeteria table before her eyes scanned the student filled area, looking for something or..someone.

Jughead shook his head, leave it to the mini heiress to be the most cryptic human being he had ever met.

“I’m sure I would be excited if I knew what you were talking about, alas.. I am in the dark.” Snagging the bag of chips from her tray he stuck his tongue out playfully at one of his childhood best friends.

Suddenly Veronica went very still, her fingers stopped moving and her eyes widened, shoving his tray away from him and ignoring his protest

“You don’t know?” She whispered, a grin playing on the corners of her lips.

It was creepy and more Friday the thirteenth than Jughead was used to seeing on her regal face.

“You’re freaking me out, what is it?” He questioned, observing the way Veronica’s eyes fell on something behind him.

“You might want to turn around Jones. You’re not gonna wanna miss this.” She beamed.

Jughead turned slowly, the bag of chips in his hand falling to the floor at the sight in front of him.

Standing by the cafeteria door, Archie by her side , was the one girl that ran through his mind every single day. He knew who she was instantly, long blonde hair and the shiniest green eyes he had ever seen were glancing around the cafeteria curiously.

Betty Cooper, childhood best friend and forever love of his life.

They had grown up together, well as grown as any pair of eight year olds could be. They had done everything together, they fought for each other, fought with each other, shared stories, had sleepovers, she was his first and last kiss.

Jughead could remember clearly the day Reggie Mantle had spit gum in his hair resulting in the chopping and of his infamous black curls, he had come to school the next day to ridicule and kindergarten torment. Betty would not stand for that. He could still see her tiny hands reaching for the craft scissors and cutting her honey blonde pigtail clean across. He had kissed her after that, her soft strawberry flavored lips tickled his and it had sent them both into giggles.

But this Betty Cooper was not pink bows and yellow sundresses. There was no stuffed kitten in her hands and her chubby cheeks were long gone. This Betty Cooper had ruby red lips and a heavy leather jacket on her back, tight black jeans and long wild curls, a wicked smirk playing on her lips and fists balled at her sides.

It was almost slow motion when her eyes caught his, Jugheads throat felt tight, his feet began moving on their own and soon enough he had the beautiful blonde wrapped in his arms, her hands gripping his neck as he felt her warm tears land on his shoulder blade.

“Betts.” He whispered, his own voice shaky and small.

She pulled away, hands cupping his cheeks

“Juggie.” She laughed watery, there was something dark hiding behind her eyes but she was still Betty, still the beautiful girl who had cried on his shoulder the day her mother had moved her to the Southside and told her it was time to start a new life.

He squeezed her tighter. He wasn’t letting go, not this time.

PLEASE DO MORE THAN 

JUST PIN A RIBBON AND ATTEND A CANDLE VIGIL. 

Need some ideas:

Food collections & donations to their thrift stores is easy and low level.  

And please, don’t use your local shelter’s thrift stores simply as your dumping ground for worthless items you don’t want to pay to dump.   If it has no value, then the shelter’s thrift store has to pay for the dumping out of it’s own coffers. And they never complain bc they don’t want to seem ungrateful.

Food and clothing is really easy to get people to donate BUT CASH

Cash to help the shelter pay their own insurance and utilities, that’s really hard to get people to do. 

And think about what it is like in the midst of your PTSD to get one month in a shelter and then you must move out.  

CALL YOUR LOCAL SHELTER and agree to pay a woman’s first electricity, car insurance or phone bill.  Now that’s really helping.

My husband recently changed our stove from electric to gas, so we had a perfectly good electric stove worth $50-100 but we donated it to a women who just left a shelter.   

She didn’t have to spend $300 or deal with rent-a-center costly predatory credit structure.  And also, don’t expect a woman in PTSD at odds with her family to make arrangements with men to come pick it up.  

Yes, if you have ever been in this situation, it’s those little things from paying her phone bill, car insurance that keeps her self sufficient so she doesn’t go back to him and more importantly it makes her feel worthy and deserving of love.  


Please do more this DVAM than wearing a purple ribbon.

at minimum donate $40 directly to your local shelter/rape crisis center.  I’m on disability and can afford that much. And NOT to the United Way.  

or you have no right to complain why the rape culture/patriarchy never changes.

Your just expecting everyone else to do the hard work .

2

Name: It is… a pleasure. Part 3
Pairing: Mycroft x reader
Summary: Mycroft and the reader have dinner together, and the reader is worried about being stupid.
(Part 1, Part 2) And it went weird now. I’ve no idea what I did. Don’t hate me.

It is the Sunday. The dreaded Sunday. The expected Sunday. You don’t know what feeling is stronger - the fear or the happiness. To say it shortly - you are nervous. Hella nervous.

“Ma’am?” a man knocks on your door again, then steps in. “It is time to go.”

“Did he seriously have to send a car for me?” you ask sadly, and the man nods again - it’s been a dozenth time you asked him that. “And what other instructions do you have? Kill me in a dark alley? Bring him my brain? Why would he even want it?”

“I simply have to make sure you get to the restaurant on time, ma’am,” the man stands there like a mindless statue, as you grab your bag and put the coat on. “An umbrella is not necessary, ma’am.”

“But it is raining.”

“Mister Holmes said you do not need one,” you sigh and leave the umbrella at home, then just head out of the door, knowing that you do not really get a say in what will happen this evening. The roads are clean. No cars to stop you, no traffic, nothing to slow the car down, as if the road is prepared for you, but you have a feeling that it is exactly what happened. Not surprisingly, the restaurant is empty as well, except for Mycroft sitting by one of the windows, reading a newspaper, even though he probably already knows all the important news.

“Y/N,” he quickly stands up to greet you, as you quickly walk towards the table and sit down, feeling rather weirdly, as Mycroft smiles at you. “I am glad you came.”

“Not that you gave me an option, did you?” you try to smile, as he hands you the menu. “Mister Holmes… Mycroft, I would be here even without this patrol following me.”

“I had to make sure you would get here safely,” Mycroft explains. “There have been some attempts to get to me for quite some time now. Wouldn’t want me risking your life, would you?”

“Uhm… I guess no.”

“Good. You… You look amazing,” you blush for a second and can’t help but smile back him, feeling how his insecure smile suddenly widens, turning into an actual smile, as if you are teenagers on your first date. “Now just order,” you look through the menu, trying to find something you would know from the list, but all the titles seem terribly unknown and absolutely luxurious. And absolutely out of your budget. “Is there a problem?”

“Uhm…”

“Would like for me to order?” he asks softly, obviously knowing what is wrong. “Or we can just ask the chef to do his best?” you nod, and Mycroft smiles, giving a sign to a waiter standing by a wall. “You must realize that I will not let you pay for this dinner, no matter how it goes, don’t you?” you stop for a second, then nod slowly, seeming to accept the terms. “You seem stressed.”

“Now, why would I be?” you ask as sarcastically as possible.

“Is that because this place is not one of those you go to usually?”

“Yeah, one of the reasons,” you answer, and Mycroft leans back in the chair, smiling. “And it is not funny. You drag me here with all this… stuff - the car, and the people just serving… Can’t you just… ”

“I apologize for making you uncomfortable. I didn’t consider that you may find it overwhelming,” he frowns for a second. “Would you like to go somewhere else?”

“No, no, it’s fine… Just… Urgh, it is so embarrassing.”

“It sure is,” the waiter walks back with the plates, and you just start staring at the table, until Mycroft takes your hand. “Y/N, you should just be yourself, it is alright. Forget about the food, and the people, and the way I made you feel. Let’s just chat.”

“Yeah, until I embarrass myself.”

“That is the purpose,” you exchange quick smiles. “Ask questions, Y/N. Whatever you wish to know…” you sigh, deciding to just try and give it a chance, as nothing good will come from just sitting there like two idiots.

“Are you really the British Government?” you ask quickly, and Mycroft leans back, letting go of your hand.

“Yes.”

“Really? Seriously, THE government?” Mycroft nods. “Wow… That is cool. Do aliens really exist?” he laughs quietly and changes the topic.

“Do you really kick Sherlock every time you argue?” he asks back, and you laugh back, nodding.

“Did he complain?”

“No, Sherlock pretends that he is the boss,” you both smile, knowing how much the boy loves feeling like he is in control.

“Why the purple tie?” you ask the most random question you can.

“Because I like purple,” he shrugs his shoulders. “And my… employee does not appreciate this color. So I wear it when I am communicating with people outside of my usual circles.”

“It fits you,” you note quietly.

“Thank you. Do you like sorbet?” another random question.

“Lemon,” you nod. “Very tasty, very sour and sweet. Do you read?”

“Of course, I do. Spending an evening with a cup of tea and book near a fireplace…”

“You have a fireplace?” he nods, and you giggle. “Do you make marshmallows in it?”

“Do I look like a kind of man who would?” you raise an eyebrow, and he finally nods. “Yes, once a month,” you can’t stop giggling, so Mycroft asks the next question. “Do you…”

“Why do you ask questions?” he stops talking, and you rush to explain. “I mean, you already know everything about me.”

“I simply want it to look like a natural conversation.”

“Mycroft,” you sigh. “It can’t be a natural conversation. Just look at you, then look at me. Even at my brightest, I will never be as cool as you are when you are casual.”

“You are mistaken,” Mycroft corrects you. “You are special, as I said before.”

“I can hardly believe that you are actually interested in me,” you smile sadly. “More probably, it is about taking care of Sherlock, but I will do that even if you don’t have dinner with me, so it really makes no sense…”

“Gosh, you people sometimes can’t understand simplest things,” Mycroft stands up and leans over the table (which you are pretty sure is frowned upon all over his world) to grab your chin with one hand and lift your face to make you look him in the eye. “I am bloody in love with you, Y/N, and I have no idea what to do with this annoying feeling, but I have no choice, do you get it?”

“Your tie is dirty,” you notice, as the tie falls down and touches your sauce, so you lift it, avoiding Mycroft’s eyes. He groans.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes, sir, even though it is rather impossible to be in love with someone from just following them… Wait… If you followed me everywhere… Are you seriously in love, like in love with me?” he quickly lets go of you and sits back down, embarrassed with his behavior - you are certain that is not how he behaves ever. Maybe, it’s just because you are being very stubborn.

“And I am emotional, no matter what that brother of mine has told you. I am just good at hiding stuff.”

“So you are emotional? Did you cry when you watched Titanic?” you ask quickly to fix the tension.

“I didn’t watch it.”

“Seriously? Man, you have to!”

“Yeah, as well as a dozen other things like Jane Austen movies, I was told so.”

“You never watched them?” Mycroft shakes his head, and you just stare at him for a good minute. “Mycroft Holmes, you have no idea what world you are living in. You know what… I will make you a list of stuff you have to read and watch and give it to you the next time we meet. Deal?” Mycroft lets a smile out and nods. “You will watch them?”

“Possibly.”

“Come on! Then I will have to watch them with you,” you shrug your shoulders. “I do not mind doing that, so you will know what people are talking about, Mycroft.”

“I know what they are talking about.”

“Not when we discuss the fandoms.”

“Fine,” he nods, trying to look serious, but you catch him smiling at his plate. And yes, it most probably will be a date.


I dunno. Part 4? I have no idea if it’s worth it. Sorry for disappointing you. 

anonymous asked:

Maggie freaking out that she lost her engagement ring and trying to hide it from Alex who found it already.

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“Shit, shit, shit!” Maggie muttered to herself. She was digging through her underwear drawer, trying to find the engagement ring she had hid in there. She had bought it about a month ago, but tonight was the night she was going to propose to Alex, and she couldn’t find the damn ring! She had wrapped the box in her least favourite pair of underwear and hid it at the back, thinking that even if Alex went in that drawer to grab underwear for Maggie or something, she wouldn’t pick the pair at the back.

She took everything out of the drawer and shook it all out, hoping the ring would fall out. After she checked everything in the drawer twice, she threw it all back in, not bothering to fold any of it.

“Shit!” She yelled again, slamming the drawer shut, just as Alex walked into the apartment.

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anonymous asked:

Hello~~ if you dont mind, can you please add saeran to the lipstick HCs? Thank you so much!! 😘

Saeran:
* Have you ever had a situation where you have to be mad but inside you’re like
* mmmMmMmMmMMmmmM
* That’s Saeran with the lipstick marks
* “Don’t put that ugly ass color on me! Wait shit- why are you crying? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SPENT $40 ON IT”
* Rumor has it that he loves vampy colors on you
* Wear a black or dark purple lipstick and he’ll be sneaking kisses all day
* but not all at once so he won’t give himself away
* If you leave red or purple lipstick marks on him he’ll try to return the favor but not with lipstick ;)

- Mod Nora

bbyzef  asked:

why do you like halloween so much? here in my country its not so pop

My country neither. In Australia it’s mainly ignored for Christmas 😅😡

I love it because I love creepy cute and my ancestors were pagan so they would have probably celebrated Samhain instead.

And personally I love wearing purple and black all year round, with orange lipstick. As much as I like pretty princessy stuff on my blog, irl I dress in black and pastel and have black and pastel hair. I’m the tackiest witch around. 👻🎃

"How to Look Asian": Yellowface as Fashion Needs to Stop

Several weeks ago, I had an extremely painful and frustrating conversation with an acquaintance. The topic of the discussion was yellowface. If you’re unfamiliar, yellowface is the act of a non-Asian (but more often than not, white) person dressing up and/or putting on make-up to present themselves as Asian. Historically, it’s been used in comedy. Mickey Rooney as I.Y. Yunioshi in Breakfast at Tiffany’s is probably the most famous portrayal of yellowface in Hollywood. Sadly, it’s still an extremely common practice in American film and TV today. A few examples in only the past few years include the movie, Cloud Atlas, and the television show, How I Met Your Mother.

Instances of whitewashing, or hiring white actors to fulfill a role that specifically calls for a person of color, can also be considered blackface, brownface, and yellowface. Often, Hollywood chooses to take a story that specifically addresses Asian struggles and contorts or erases it completely so that a white protagonist may take over. The message is simple and could not be clearer: Your stories are not worth hearing unless you are white.

Today, I’m not talking about Hollywood or the mass media. I’m talking about normal, everyday people. People of color are often treated as costumes – as nothing but mere fashion accessories rather than human beings. That’s why “Geisha” and “Native American” (in quotes because they do not accurately represent what they claim to) costumes are still so popular every Halloween. An alarming trend I’ve noticed is that it’s becoming fashion to fetishize Asian people and East Asian cultures. White people even often attempt to “look Asian” (whatever that means) because they believe us to be cuter, prettier, or more darling. It just takes a quick search on youtube or google to see what I mean. Try it out. Click on a link. Watch as young white women lament the fact that they aren’t cute and doll-like as their Asian friends.

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The Maze Runner High School AU: Newt - Swimming Naked Is Better Than Going To Prom Anyway; Part 2

Request 1: Hey love could you do a part two to “swiming naked is better than going to prom anyways” I thought it was so cute I need more !! - none-of-this-makes-any-sense

Request 2: Heya so first off: your writing is so great! And secondly I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to go the “newt high school prom-ditching” one? I just really loved it and was wondering if you’d do a part2? No rush of course I’m sure you’ve got loads of requests :) - newt-ofthe-maze

(original request: dreaming-legend

Part 1



You take Newt’s word on wearing the dress. It’s funny, you think to yourself as you look at your reflection: it’s funny how when you were trying this dress on in a smoothly painted cubicle of a changing room in some weird hipster store that your friend, Brenda, suggested, that you were thinking of your prom night. Of all the cute fairy lights that would decorate the entrance, the food and the drinks. The ecstatic feeling in the atmosphere. Rocking up with one of the hottest guys in school… But now, all you can imagine is rocking out to Fall Out Boy beside Newt in his bomb of a car while pigging out on McDonalds.

You don’t bother with a heavy amount of makeup, it would take too much effort and time. Instead you add a light layer, what you usually wear, and an unusual colour of red lipstick that reminds you of blood.

You look at your dress one last time, it’s purple and blue fabric swirling around your body, ending just above the knee. It isn’t tightly fitted, it doesn’t cling to your figure. Which is why you chose this dress, it’s elegant. It makes you feel incredibly beautiful even when it doesn’t hug your hips, legs and bum; which is why you love it so much.

Instead of slipping on the heels you decided to wear to prom, you pull out from your backpack: a pair of big, black combat boots that you haven’t worn since sophomore year when you hated the world a lot more than you do now.

You slip them on and you smile when they still fit the way you remember. Your suddenly glad that your feet didn’t grow as much as the other girls. The colours obviously mismatch. The red, the blue and purple, the black. But for some odd reason, they do match. They fit together perfectly; you feel somewhat invincible. Like no one could touch you without burning to ashes.

You remember back to a time when you first got these boots and someone made fun of you for wearing them to a party that seemed to be a little more formal than you had expected. You remember how you waltzed right up to the boy who called your shoes a disgrace and kicked him in the privates. You remember how you shouted at him, “They might not look the best but no other shoe could make you hurt like that!” Those shoes were like a protection, you wore them everywhere.

Suddenly you’re brought back to the present by a vibration from your phone. You didn’t have the heart to tell your mother that you wouldn’t be going to prom, so you said you’d be at Brenda’s house getting ready with her. Instead, you packed your bag with everything you needed and came home with Newt, who’s waiting patiently downstairs.

Newt: If we don’t leave now, we’ll miss the band play.

You: What band? I thought we were going to the city first?

Newt: We are going to the city.

You pack your things in a flash and race downstairs. Newt stands from the couch and his glance softens when he sees you all dressed and ready to go.

“Y/N… you look terrifyingly beautiful.”

Your blood-red lips turn into a smile, “Exactly how I wanted.”

You follow Newt out to his car, it beeps unlocked so you climb in instantly and turn on the radio. All you hear is talking so you slip in a Fall Out Boy CD.

“Do you mind? I haven’t even started up the car yet.” He says, slightly amused. He twists the keys in the ignition and you both wait until the engine revs and reverses out the driveway. After your off his street, you turn the CD player back on and it plays you’re favourite song.

“I like this one.” Newt states gruffly as the car turns a corner, heading onto a main road. “But bugger, it’ll be stuck in my head for the rest of the night.”

You smile evilly, “Good.” You open the window and stick your head close to it, feeling the fresh, strong wind whip at your hair, at your eyes. It stings and almost makes your face numb but it’s your favourite thing to do when you’re tired and need that… peaceful feeling.

“So what band are we going to see?”

“Do you remember Thomas?” Newt asks, brushing back his fringe. “My friend Thomas, in that hipster band?”

“Yeah… and his friend Teresa? The one with those gorgeous eyes?” You say as you vaguely remember their appearance and Thomas casually talking about all these things you don’t understand like instruments and if they aren’t like this particular way or cared for in this particular way then they don’t sound this particular way. You remember it was all very confusing. “He likes instruments.”

“Yeah, they’re the ones. Actually, I think Teresa will be there tonight as well.”


And so she was.

But also was Minho.

And they were together.

“I… I’m sorry, we can leave if you want.” Newt says as his eyes find Teresa and Minho’s.

You gulp, “No. No it’s alright. I’m a big girl, I’m over it.” You both edge closer to the pair who seem to be talking to Thomas, the band’s lead guitarist.

“Newt! Hey!” Thomas says as he gives Newt one of those weird “man-hugs”. He turns to you and his eyes light up, “Y/N! Good to see you again.”

Minho looks over in your direction.

“It’s good to see you too.” You say politely, although you can’t lie about the anger rising from within as your eyes connect with Minho’s. He looks down at the floor in embarrassment. You all find your seats around a circular table that only just fits the four of you. Teresa suggests that Newt should go order drinks and you look up at him worriedly, scared to be alone.

He nods you towards him but before you can stand up, Minho’s voice rings out like the chime of death. “You’re going with Newt to prom, Y/N?”

You freeze, hesitant to stay but you decide quickly. Of course you can’t leave, he’s already started a conversation; the slinthead. He’s done it on purpose. “Uh, no; we’re not going to prom.”

“You’re not?” Minho raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, Newt said it was for lame losers who don’t have an ounce of intelligence.” You stand up, politely pushing your chair in. “I think Newt will need a hand with the drinks.”


You’re sour for the rest of the band playing, but you can’t help but feel a little bit happy from the smile you received from Newt when you told him what you said.

“Utterly genius, you are.” His voice repeats in your mind.

Soon the gig comes to an end and you help Newt try for a standing ovation from the crowd. But the rest of the audience unfortunately resists, although you get a thumbs up from Thomas and a flashy smile.

“It was nice hanging with you guys but we must leave now, unfortunately.” Newt says, meaning to be polite but coming across quite… mockingly.

“I thought you weren’t going to prom, that’s what Y/N said.” Minho glares and you resist to rolling your eyes.

“Well Minho, there are other places in the world than prom.” Newt takes your hand gently into his, “Cheerio.”

Once you two get into the car, the laughter pours out. “That was so good, Newt!” You wipe the tears from your eyes. “I can’t believe you said that.”

Newt sighs happily, “Our night is only just beginning and we’ve already been rebellious.”

You shake your head, “Where to next?”

“Hmm, it’s not dark enough to go skinny dipping yet so let’s head down to McDonalds’ drive through.” He gives you a quick wink before starting up the engine again.

You shake your head again, “If you think that for one second I’ll strip naked in a public place-

“Oh so if it wasn’t public, you’d still strip? For me?”

“Oh slim it.”



A/N: Hope you enjoyed part 2. Thanks for requesting a second part… there will be a third part soon. Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes!

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anonymous asked:

Umm I was wondering if you have or could make a hc where the RFA react to MC dying their hair (color and all is up to you)?

Zen

⥁ ok but the day you came back with silver hair he was so damn shocked

⥁ thought it was a wig at first and tugged on your hair THAT DUMBASS

⥁ “oh my god mc is this real you look so goddamn beautiful”

⥁ your couple pictures. looked absolutely adorable it was insane i am crying

Jaehee

-takes off glasses. rubs her eyes. puts back glasses-

⥁ you only died your hair blonde because you know she’d never let you go to work with some random green hair 

⥁ as soon as she saw you she BLUSHED OK SHE LOVED IT

⥁ instantly started playing with your hair SHE DEVELOPED THIS KINK HELL YEAH

Yoosung

⥁ you decided to die your hair light blue because one of your favourite actor/idol had done it and you found it adorable you decided to try it

⥁ when he came back for college he was SO DAMN excited when he saw your hair he looked like a puppy lowkey 

⥁ “mc you look like a game character!!!!!! THIS! IS! SO! COOL!”

⥁ actually ended up asking you to dye his hair because he loved it so much and wanted to match with you

Seven

⥁ that headass didn’t notice you died your hair the same colour as saeran lowkey white with pink locks

⥁ when he saw it: HE GOT SO JEALOUS he was moving everywhere it was hilarious

⥁ he’d take a crazy amount of pictures that lasted during a whole week i mean the kid was just in awe 

⥁ secretly jealous though because he wanted you to die in in red after that so you’d be totally matching 

Jumin

⥁ YOU KNEW JUMIN WOULD NEVER APPROVE OF YOUR PURPLE HAIR BUT STILL WENT WILDING

⥁ ok but right after dying it you slightly regretted it because you thought he’d lowkey be mad so you wore a beanie all day 

⥁ “mc why are you wearing a beanie at 10pm in bed” “oh” “OH”

⥁ at the beginning he didn’t approve of it that much but he’d respect all of your choices since you can do whatever you!!want!!with!!your!!body but he actually ended up loving it secretly 

Survey #124 : Long

How did you feel when you woke up today?
Sad because I had a good dream lol

What were you doing before you started this survey?
Another survey

Is there someone that can always make you smile no matter how bad you feel?
Yes

Do you have any friends that you feel don’t fully appreciate you?
Yep

Did the last person you kissed have facial hair?
No

Be honest. What are you most afraid of?
Being alone for the rest of my life

How much chocolate do you have in your house atm, if any?
Idek

How recently did you speak to the last person you kissed?
Ummmm like a month ago

Who do you miss at this moment?
Andrew

Where is that person?
Back home. Probably at work right now

Are you wearing anything blue?
Yes, my pants

Do you use Twitter?
Yes

If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Would you take anyone with you?
Atlantis resort in the Bahamas because I’ve always wanted to go there, it looks so much fun! I’d love to be able to take my family, my best friend and my boyfriend if I had one lol

What is your preferred writing implement? (eg. Blue pen, pencil, green pen)
Usually black pen, or a fun color like purple or pink

Favorite month and why?
May/June, the weather is perfect!

Do you have connections to any celebrities (even minor)? List them.
Umm well James Wolpert lived in my county, and so did Johnny Weir if that counts.

Name 3 items you could pick up from where you are.
My phone, a notebook, and a pillow

What brand logo is closest to you currently?
Old Navy

Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them
Kayla, texting

First color name you can think of that isn’t in the rainbow
Pink

What timekeeping devices are in the room you are currently in?
Laptop, phone, alarm clock

What kind of headphones do you use?
Marshmallow 

What musical artists have you seen perform live?
Taylor Swift, KISS, Motley Crue, Jonas Brothers, Emblem3, NKOTB, TLC, Boyz II Men

What gaming consoles do you or your family own?
Wii, PS3

What pets do you have? What are their names?
An english bulldog, Rocky

What’s the best job you’ve ever had?
I’ve only had one and it sucked

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?
^^^^ dishwasher

Inspiration behind your URL?
It’s pretty obvious lol

Favorite item of clothing?
All my shoes

Are you friends with any exes?
Nope

Name at least one book you loved as a child.
The Clique series

What’s your native language? If that language has distinct regional variations, which variation? (eg. AU English, US English)
US English

What email service do you use?
Outlook for school, Comcast, and AOL

Is there anything hanging on the walls of the room you are currently in?
A couple posters, a canvas, a bunch of pictures, cards, another canvas, nametags, a dry erase calendar, two dry erase pink stick on things, and stuff on my roommate’s side of the room lol

What’s your favourite number, and why?
13, it just is

Earliest moment in your life you can remember?
Idk

What did you have for dinner yesterday?
I don’t remember

What’s your favourite candy/chocolate?
Reese’s PB Cups

If you were suddenly really hungry, what would you choose to eat?
Idk

What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of?
None

If you could study anything, what would it be?
PR

Do you use anything on your lips? (eg. Chapstick, gloss, balm, lipstick)
I use it all sometimes

How would you describe your sense of humour?
Good? lol

What things annoy you more than anything else?
LYING AND CHEATING

What kind of position are you in at the moment?
Sitting with one leg propped up with my arm resting on it, and the other leg underneath

Do you wear much jewellery?
Not at all

What do you carry your money in?
My wallet

Do you enjoy driving? Why or why not?
Yeah, it’s relaxing

Longest drive you have ever been on?
To Disney World, I’m not sure how long exactly it was but it took two days

Furthest away from home you have ever been?
Tennessee

How many devices do you own which can access the internet?
3 at school, but at home there’s a bunch haha

Is there is anything that is guaranteed to always make you happy?
Yes

Is there anything that always makes you sad?
Yeah

What programs do you currently have open?
Facebook, Tumblr, and Spotify

What do you associate the color red with?
Love

Last strong smell you can remember smelling?
Idk

Do you drink tea or coffee, and how much per day?
Coffee every once in a while

What do you associate the color blue with?
The sky

How long is the closest ruler you can find?

12 inches

What colour pants/skirt/etc are you currently wearing?

Black

When was the last time you drank water?
Earlier today

How often do you clear your browser history?
Not often

Ever written fanfiction for anything?
No

Last formal event you attended.
My sorority’s formal

If you had to move your birthday to another date, which one would you choose and why?
I wouldn’t

Would you prefer to be at a beach or in the countryside?
Beach

Roughly how many people live in your town?
I don’t know

Do you have a smartphone? What kind? If you don’t, do you want one?
iPhone 5S

What is your least favorite color, and why?
Black, it’s just so dark

How do you spell grey/gray?
It depends lol

What time is it currently?
7:40 PM

Is there anything you should be doing right now?
Yes

Calum Imagine: Werewolf AU Part 2

Author: Rhine

A/N: Day 5 for the Halloween AU countdown! The first part was actually written by Julie last year for our last Halloween AU week, so I thought it was appropriate to continue it for this year, given how many people had expressed a desire for a continuation previously. I do hope you guys like it, despite having the authors being changed! Also, check out Day 4 of the AU Countdown by Alexa - if you love Luke and ghosts and pirates, you’ll adore her latest imagine. 

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Part 1

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Do you remember what happened?

Black fur and paw prints in the mud, red leaves on the forest floor that crunched underneath your boots and jacket pulled close to your body, pointed ears and gold eyes, nuzzles against your leg and long tongue lolling out, eyes closed and soft whine when your small hands met the warm body of the wolf curled up next to your legs.

Do you remember what happened?

Five or six wolves in the forest, flashes of bronze, gold, sand, ashen, mahogany, and bleach – Michael bleached his hair again – fur, darting in between the thick pine trees and sturdy cedar trunks, the crunch of leaves and the sniffling of snouts, the soft whistle of pine needles falling from low branches and birds rustling from above as they flew away from the wolves hiding below.

Do you remember what happened?

Playful yips, light nips on hind legs and tails, occasionally barking when you see one younger wolf get a little too frisky with one of the elders – Calum’s notorious for biting back, hard – you would know – chasing one another around in the autumn wind, mouths open to show their sharp teeth as they ran in circles, mouths open as they bounded towards you, mouth open as they come too close and skin against fang –

A squelch of human flesh against animal teeth, the thud of a tackle and the vicious snarls of a black wolf with haunches raised against the burgundy wolf with your blood on its teeth; it’s alright Calum, I’m alright; the quick shift back into the boy with heavy breaths and panicked eyes that look at the gaping holes in your skin, glaring at the boy who reverts back with leaves in his brown hair.

Blood is oozing and Calum’s tearing off his shirt to staunch the wound but he knows, he knows it’s too late and all it takes is a single prick, nevertheless a bite; you don’t know why you feel every vein travelling through your body or every nerve that goes back to your brain, you don’t know why your blood is rushing like a tsunami or why your brain is having an electrical storm; breaths haggard, knees shaking, you’re on the ground in Calum’s arms and you don’t know how you got there, you don’t know why your vision is more blank than seeing, you don’t know –

“Do you remember what happened?”

There are dark purple circles under his eyes and the wrinkles on his shirt are so predominant that they might be permanent, much like the creases of worry on his forehead.

He’s sitting by your bedside and you recognize the room as his, but you can’t remember how you got there or why you’re wearing one of his overlarge t-shirts.

“I… I only remember – I only remember being bit by one of the newly transformed. I was bit.”

He leans closer to you with his hands wrapped around yours, the veins popping from how hard he grips onto you and you feel every bump, every bruise, every scar, every millimeter of his skin – and then he lets go.

He slowly releases himself from you, shoulders slumping, deflating – and when he looks to you again, you see the gold of the wolf in his eyes and you know he’s howling somewhere in the crevices of his bones, you know the tears are behind his eyes but he’s pushing them back in because he’s drowned too much in them in the five days you were gone right by his bedside.

“You were bit. You’ve turned.”

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“I… what?”

“You’ve turned. You’re going to turn. You’re going to be….”

“Half puppy. Like you.”

He can’t even try to smile at your attempt at playfulness, and that’s when you know it’s bad.

He bites his lips – and judging by how red and swollen they were, you don’t think this is the first time – and he bows his head, shoulders hunched.

“I’m sorry.”

He whispers the words and they come out cracked; he’s said them so many times to your lifeless body unconscious on this bed and his heart chips more and more every time at the thought of all he’s done to you and all he cannot do for you now.

“Cal… Cal, don’t be sorry. It’s nothing, I swear – okay, so I blacked out for a couple of hours. But it’s no big deal. I’m awake, I’m here; it was just a little mistake by a rookie who wasn’t quite ready to control himself in his new form yet, Cal – oh, Calum. Please… please don’t cry.”

Your words trail off when he lies his head on your lap, shoulders starting to shake and tears setting in, his sorrow spilling onto your legs like a broken dam that he couldn’t keep in; your innocence, your sweetness, your smile of bliss – gone.

“You don’t understand.”

His voice is muffled against your lap and your fingers are in his hair, his tears against your soft skin.

“I never wanted this for you.”

He whispers the word and it comes out like a whimper, the noise from his lips tearing your heart at its raw fragility.

“What do you mean, Calum?”

“All of… this. This life. Of being half human, half… animal. Full freak. Of losing control – of killing – of tasting human flesh and forgetting how to turn back again, of waking up and not recognizing your own skin, of ripping a piece of yourself out and putting a piece of the moon in, of being a monster – you don’t deserve this.”

“Calum, I – “

And you never stopped to think about what he does on night of full moons to have you swear on his life to not follow him, to come back too late to be innocent, to not look at you in the eyes for days.

“When you are a werewolf – when you are a monster like me – you are less than human, you are more than gods. You are the creation of torture on subjects and insanity of experimenters, you are folklore that has always been feared, you are a disease that people kill and a curse that some spend their life trying to end.”

“When you are living like me – when you are half living, when you are half surviving – you are more sinner than saint, you are more damnation than salvation and there is reason why God didn’t make animals like us, though god knows why humans would stitch up something like me. When you are a werewolf, you are not free. You are plagued, and I – “ he’s starting to crack, he’s losing his words and his eyes start to fall from your own, “ – I was the one to infect you.”

“Calum, no – it wasn’t you, it’s not your fault, I – “

But the words start to die one after another like a train crash on your lips and you don’t have anything to say to the boy with the red eyes and drying tearstains on his face.

“I wanted to protect you from all this.”

“Well… now I can protect myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to. You shouldn’t have even needed to, and you wouldn’t have – if… if you hadn’t known me.”

Calum. It’s not your fault – and besides, we would have found each other another way anyways, what with being Connected and all.”

“Then I should’ve left.”

“You don’t think I would’ve followed you?”

He’s silent.

“Calum, I would follow you to the ends of earth, to heaven and to goddamn hell if I have to – and what’s done is done. I… I know what’ll happen to me. I still don’t know what happened to you, but I promise – I promise I won’t see you as any less, and I promise we’ll find a way.”

He holds your stare and this time it’s you pleading for him to believe instead of him begging you to tell him this was all just a dream as he waited by the bedside.

“It’s a full moon tonight. Your first change – it’ll… it’ll hurt. More than anything. It’s always the worst, the first. And I – “

I never wanted to see you like this.

“I have you. And… and that’s all I need to be okay.”

Please tell me it’ll be okay.

He looks unconvinced, but a touch of soft lips to the top of his head releases a teaspoon of the worry in his scrunched eyebrows.

“We’ll get through this.”

He doesn’t tell you that not everyone survives the change.

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more imagines here!

anonymous asked:

Why do you love raven so much?

She’s beautiful, goth, doesn’t wear pants, gets my sense of humor, got fucked by Slade once, has nice legs, purple and blue, I love her, she eats waffles, loves to get memed on, has low standards because she’ll date Beast Boy.