why does no one else have these feelings like me

i make a funny post about my feelings of numbness; a person points out i have executive dysfunction. for a second i snort; i know i have mental illness, nothing new here under the sun. but then i realize how many of my symptoms i forget are symptoms. that it’s not normal to be tired all the time. that it’s not normal to get angry for no reason. that the fact i carefully balance between depression and anxiety isn’t a normal railroad track to be walking - i know that it’s not normal to constantly wonder if the train is coming; i forget other people aren’t standing in the way, that being hit isn’t even an option.

there are a lot of posts that make me laugh at first. “do you ever feel you’re running out of time for no reason?” the person asks. “anxiety,” another replies. it’s sort of sad-funny. but i wonder how many of us are asking “am i okay?” “is this me or a symptom or normal?” 

how very sad none of us know what to expect out of this. i have a diagnosis and i still wonder if it’s normal to panic on buses. is it normal i’ve been having panic attacks since i was young? i picture my seven-year-old self with new technology. would i have typed into google why can’t i sleep or would i have assumed everyone constantly feels like they woke up from a bad dream?

do people who are healthy ask “does anyone else”? do people who are healthy ever have to wonder if they’re in one piece? what is it like? 

“anyone else get bad feelings in classrooms?” i wonder aloud. somebody looks at me with pity. now it comes down to the question: is it me or anxiety?

Drunken Antics

Can you write an imagine where Archie likes a girl but he thinks she likes Reggie so he does nothing about it but then he drunkenly confesses to her after a party?

I absolutely adore Archie so much and I’m going to miss Ross Butler as Reggie Mantle 😭 but I’m happy that his career is taking off too. Anyway, enjoy this one!


‘Why him, Jug? Why?’ I slurred, drinking from my red solo cup whilst watching the girl who I was in love with, Y/N, sweet talking with my suppose best friend, Reggie Mantle.

Her face lit up every time he made her laugh and smile, managing to have an effect on her that I wish I had.

What was so special about Reggie? Oh - right, he was the captain of the football team, which I could’ve been. I ran my fingers through my hair, getting frustrated watching the two interact. They looked like a couple which infuriated me.

'Arch, you need to chill out.’ Jughead interrupted my thought process. 'How do you know they’re not just talking like normal people do? I mean - it’s basic human interaction, right?’

'Because she’s looking at him all googly eyed and he’s looking at her like a piece of meat,’ I slurred, downing the rest of my drink. 'I need to do something.’

'No, no you don’t,’ Jughead stood up, trying to hold me back. 'Uh - Betty! Little help!’ I tried shoving him off of me, but Betty soon stepped in front, blocking my view of Y/N.

'Archie, what the hell are you doing?’ Betty asked, pushing at my chest to push me back.

'I need to tell - to tell her how I feel…’

'Who, Arch?’

'Y/N!’ I exclaimed, getting shushed by Betty and Jughead. I noticed Y/N peered her head over in our direction, frowning in confusion before excusing herself from talking with Reggie.

Oh shit - what did I just do? She must’ve heard me say her name. Her name was gorgeous though so I didn’t care.

'Oh sure, now you’ve done it…’ Jughead muttered, frowning at me.

Y/N walked over, her face glowing, making me blush unintentionally. 'What’s wrong with Arch?’ She asked, studying me up and down.

'He’s had far too much to drink, he needs to go home.’ Betty explained, giving me wide eyes of annoyance.

'I’m…I’m fine…’ I dragged out, chuckling a little before almost falling over, Y/N catching me before I fell.

'I’ve got him guys, let him sleep for a little before taking him home. Go have fun.’ Y/N smiled, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. Betty and Jughead watched me closely, walking away from them with Y/N inside.

It was finally peaceful and quiet, since everyone was outside and partying, the quiet caused my head to spin. 'You okay there, Arch?’ Y/N asked, sitting me on the black leather couch and sitting next to me, closely may I add.

I stared at her, her Y/E/C eyes gazing at me in wonder. She had an effect on me that no one else had, and I was okay with that.

'Why Reggie?’ I asked, blinking slowly.

She stared at me like a confused puppy. 'What? What do you mean “why Reggie?”, Arch you make no sense?’ She chuckled, that adorable little laugh.

'What does he have that I don’t?’ I asked, getting agitated. She frowned at me, but soon turned into a small smirk.

'That attitude of someone who is too up himself for his own good,’ she laughed, placing her hand on my knee.

Wait - what?

'Huh?’ I asked, causing her to laugh again, shaking her head.

'Archie, I have no feelings for Reggie - in fact he’s nowhere near my type.’ She explained.

I had a chance, I finally had a chance!

'What is your type?’ I asked, leaning closer to her face, watching her give me a small smile back.

'Someone who is sweet, kind, gentle - I don’t know.’ She shrugged.

'Well, I like you. I like you a lot actually.’ My drunk mouth spilled.

I finally admitted my confession. I told Y/N I like her.

Gah, shit.

'Really?’ She asked, her smile turning to a grin, 'you? Archie Andrews actually like me?’ She asked.

'I’ve liked you forever!’ I over exaggerated falling back into the couch.

'Well I like you too, Archie.’ She went to lean in, kissing me before I stopped her, kissing her forehead instead. She frowned a little, tilting her head. 'Why did you do that?’

'I’m not sober,’ I yawned, closing my eyes. 'I wanna remember our first kiss together…’ I dragged out, feeling sleep starting to consume me.

'Now I know why I fell for you, Archie Andrews.’ And that was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

Tags - @sweetvengeancee

Emotions that go with being a Spoonie

Fear: this is a big one. It is easy to be afraid when you are sick, and as spoonies we are always sick, but then the other stuff starts to add up quick, turning into a deep downward spiral of doom

Loneliness: Spoonies are often left out of invitations or can’t go even if they are invited. Friends ignore calls, until they have time to deal with their “sick” friend. Quite frankly, able bodied people don’t have time for spoonies so we are lonely. Spoonies get left out of a lot.

Sad: this one is easy. Feelings of sadness come for all kinds of reasons as a spoonie. It’s sad being a spoonie and watching the world go by as if it were a television show and we are just watching it.

Anger: this is a big one. It’s easy to be angry for being a spoonie. Wondering why. WHY ME???

Self-Doubt: doubting yourself due to your disability

Feeling Inferior: always trying to overcompensate, prove that you are just as normal as everyone else.

Self-Pity: it’s easy to feel sorry for yourself as a spoonie, because you feel like everyone else does.

Mad at the world: this one is easy

Feel free to add any others that come To mind or things that you have felt.

*slams fist on table*

I need Eclipsa to come back as a postive force for Star. If she comes back as some fucking dumbass cliche i'ma piss myself.

Im serious no ones talking about it but the monster are straving. All of their food belongs to mewni. Hell we see buff frog struggling to feed his babies. I won’t mind if she comes back and sees the unfairness between the two and starts ripping mewni a new asshole.

I want her to see the starving monster, and a dark spell is cast over the crops of the mewnis. No one gets to eat until this nonsense is fixed.

I want her to meet star, and walk around her room. As star tires to make the best impression so you know she doesn’t destory the world. An Eclipsa see Stars spell book and as if she can read it. An Star looks a little ashamed but eclipsa picks it up and expresses joy. Eclipsa says she made one too when she was a child.

Eclipsa ask Star why her wand looks the way it does. An ask if she knows why her magic is being casted that way. Only to have Star break down and express all this emotion about what been happening. How she feels lost, how she feels shame, but also burning jealously.

Eclipsa ask Star, have you spoken to your mother about this. An of course Star is like no! She can’t know “she’ll just make me leave earth”. An it suddenly becomes way to clear to Eclipsa, Star has mother issuse. An so she adds Star in the way that no one else can. She talks to Star about her feeling and how they can go about expressing them better.

  • Snow: How could you bring this Robin back?
  • Regina: You don't know what it was like. You weren't there! I mean, a version of you was but I killed her.
  • Snow: You did *what*?
  • Regina: Oh relax. She wasn't real.
  • Snow: But this Robin is?
  • Regina: Yes, because he was able to come through the portal.
  • Snow: How do you know no one else could? Did you try?
  • Regina: I feel like you're making a big deal out of nothing.
  • Snow: A big thing out of nothing? You killed me! Literally killed me! What is a bigger deal than that?
  • Regina: Why does that matter now? I've tried to kill you loads of times.
  • Snow: You know, as defenses go, that's not your best work.
Making amends

Asked by Anonymous

Hi!!Could you do an imagine where Minho and the reader hate each other and always get into argument but one argument gets very heated and they end up making out? Thanks!

Fandom: The maze runner
Pairing: Reader x Minho
Words: 1007
Rating: T
Requests: Open

A/N: I hope you like it!

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The hardest part about moving on
is having to accept the fact
you are no longer mine.
Frankly, my dear,
the thought of you being with someone else
kills me.

Some other girl will get to
moan your name,
and feel your touch,
and leave their marks upon your back,
and it’s not fair.
Why does she get to wake up next to you
and taste your lips
when I’m the one who loves you
and you’ve just met?

You will hold her like you held me.
You will talk to her like you talked to me.
You will look at her like you looked at me.
You will grab her hips, bite her lips, pull her hair,
kiss her, grope her breasts, finger her, fuck her, moan for her.
And as you hold her close,
hold her close to your heart that once beat with mine and
take her in every position imaginable to every inch of the
room you were supposed to share with me,
I will have realized that I am nothing.
All of it meant nothing to you,
and I was nothing, nothing, nothing.
No one particular and not any more special than the girl
for the pleasure you’re feeling throughout your entire body.

And darling, you have every right.
You have every right
to fuck every girl in the bar.
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to crush my brain
with a bullet, with a hammer,
with anything to make the images stop.

There are too many vivid pictures inside my head
of you being with someone else in bed.
And here I am on the bathroom floor
choking on all my mistakes,
and vomiting out all of my fears.

—  S.A.Z

coping with GCSEs is harder than expected and everyone else just seems to be carrying on but I’ve never been so scared for anything in my life because there’s two hours for me to pour my heart and soul into each subject and if I don’t do well in those two hours then everything I’ve been working two years for just disappears and there’s just no one to help because GCSEs are just this thing that everyone does and copes with so why can’t I cope and why do I feel like I’m suffocating whenever I think about having to do these in a months time

She’s a Monster Pt. 1

Choi Youngjae X Reader Ft. Im Jaebum/JB

A/N: Here it is! It’s not as perfect as Youngjae, but I did my best! I hope everyone that wanted a Youngjae story isn’t too disappointed. There will be more smut later! DON’T GIVE UP ON ME, OK!?

Part Two

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I wonder if you ever wonder about me:

Her eyes linger for a little too long.

She doesn’t smile when anyone else walks in the room.

Every time our hands brush she acts like I shocked her.

Why does she hold her breath when I step closer to her?

What is she thinking when I’m talking and she can’t hear a word I’m saying?

How can one word be enough to make her whole face light up?

There has to be a reason.

I have to be special.

She must feel something.

Is she in love with me?
—  yes
i hate this

i hate being an ugly teenager now. it used to be normal to be ugly as a teenager but now you have 13 year olds looking like models some even supermodels. it makes me feel extremely guilty and digusted about my face. i wish i could be someone else. recently i got an therapist for my ‘depression’ which won’t help at all. the only reason why im still here is because i’m afraid that a god does exist and will punish me in the afterlife. the saddest thing is that i have no friends. no one to talk to and im so lonely that it hurts. nothing else will help because as long as im me i’ll always feel sad no matter what. so what im basically submitting this post for is to ask everyone how do you deal with your ugliness? because im about to give up.

About unhookable bra and unzippable dress

                                                 A wedding night.

Everyone knew, as a matter of fact, that one day, a china girl and sadistic officer would join and discover the pleasure of matrimony.

It wasn’t hard to conclude so since Kagura turned sixteen her rival had been looking at her…Differently, in a way a rival shouldn’t— he couldn’t help but peek here and there during their quotidian spar. It was not his fault, she had matured in a flash of time yet still wore her usual red Chinese dress that was just too much body-hugging now, or even worse, her two pieces outfit showed off entirely her toned stomach and creamy legs. It was unfair from her to develop so nicely when he could snicker at her lack of sex-appeal before, it became impossible. Not when he himself defined her as attractive.

He may be the Shinsengumi prodigy, a deadpan sadist and even more than the two united, at this time he was a twenty years old man who had a stunning female companion at his side.

Really, he wasn’t the one to blame. Just a discreet peer, it was nothing, right? As long as he was the one doing it, because of China, he had decided, would be solely his to admire. Kabuki district’s boys also found her suddenly attractive, she wasn’t the ‘Yorozuya brat’ anymore but the ‘sexy exotic foreigner’, her Chinese mafia became endearing and not annoying, her violent personality didn’t turn them off anymore, on the opposite, she was more than just a pretty doll. In all, Okita Sougo got annoyed at them leering and her, being more than dense, didn’t notice it a bit.

Her lack of knowledge had played him many times when he started to court her. They still bickered each time they met but sometimes, after fighting each other until exhaustion, he invited her to some dango or ramen. He had openly called himself as ‘her suitor’ in the hope of getting noticed (it didn’t) and even secretly sneaked flower in her closet-room when he felt like it.

While Gintoki and Shinpachi had disapproved his inclination at first, Okita persisted like this for the whole year, yessir, he who was known to be anything but romantic and patient, had tried so hard to get her. At some point, the Yorozuya, Kondo, and Hijikata proposed a free vacation on a luxurious tropical planet, fearing the worst. (“Oh my poor child, he probably over-worked!”) Okita had attempted to kill them afterward. His pride already took a toll, there was no need for him to be  considered as crazy. Or perhaps, he was.

He remembered feeling really frustrated at her cluelessness, he had been obvious of his feeling but she didn’t seem to really observe or understand it as if she was still this fourteen years old brat in her mind. Would he even get her, one day?

Fortunately, someone changed the situation.

Boss lady, it seemed, had taken upon herself to teach to Kagura what the silver perm couldn’t and wouldn’t teach, about romantic relationships, a lady’s manner, a list of rules for any modern Edo woman. Kagura had been well-advised

So, she started to ignore him.

All of sudden, China avoided him like plague. What the hell had he done?!

He feared— the first division’s captain feared— of it being a way of rejecting him. He was ready to kill anyone who might have won first her heart, for it was unforgivable, there was no one else but her as a wife. Once he had set his eyes on Kagura, he knew he would never abandon. He couldn’t see himself with Nobume like some Shinsengumi members had suggested, or anyone else. It was China or his right hand for all of his life. So why did she run away upon meeting him? It had never happened before!

He was angry, anxious, sad, infuriated, he was a mess. In the end, he had decided to let it be and see how it will go, maybe she was just feeling bad about something? Or, a tiny flame burned in his mind, maybe she had noticed something from him?

It was during one of his afternoon patrols that the redhead girl came to him, they went to their bench in the parc— the favorite spot they had shared for years— sat down, and discussed. Or more like she was going the chat.

“Hey S-Sadist, do you like me? I mean, in a romantic way.” She stuttered, looking absentmindedly at the sunset setting in the sky.

He wondered how did she finally realize, it should have been much quicker to figure it out, then again, he wasn’t one to complain now and cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, I do though you’re stupid as ever, what do you think a guy feel when he invites you often to restaurants with a glutton like you?” He sounded deadpan as ever when he really wasn’t. It was already a step forward.

“Anego said so too,” was he seeing things or the young girl was beet red? “It’s not my fault okay?! You had always annoyed me, how should I expect this kind of things?”

“Don’t yell, I have ears you know?” He frowned at her words, “Does that mean you can’t see me as something else than a rival? That’s why you have been avoiding me lately?” Kagura was unsettled at his genuine words and it was weird. Sadist wasn’t one to be honest, usually, not with anyone, and for him to act like this…

It stirred an odd warmth in the pit of her stomach. Blood rushed to her head, “It’s not like that either…It’s just…Just so unlike you and it doesn’t dwell well with me. I can’t sleep anymore! My stomach feels like I have fucking diarrhea and I’m sure my heart is sick, too.”

He chuckled. “You mean you love me right?”

“NOT A BIT, SADI—” She was going to die from embarrassment.

“I even bother your sleep, uh? Since I’m a Sadist and have been an M too long for a damn monkey like you, let’s make it even worse.” She didn’t understand until he grinned, leaned and finally captured her lips. The soft lips he had wanted to devour months age ago, were finally his. “This is for the flowers I bought,” he kissed her again, “This is for making me wait so long,” and a last one, more passionate “And this one because I’m happy.”

“So we’re a thing now?” She was breathless, this was new to her.

“Yup, you’re my personal slave now~”

“BASTARD!” He passed out after getting beat up by the china girl and surprisingly didn’t mind losing this time. Gintoki, Kondo, and Hijikata were the one to pass out upon learning the news.


His proposal wasn’t romantic at all. They were slouching close to the river beneath the bridge, it was yet another casual walk they did while arguing and sometimes, just to chat honestly. The water dazzled if the sunset’s reflection, the couple stopped to admire nature’s work and Okita seemed to conclude that it was the best moment to propose. It wasn’t surprising to her when he did because he had mentioned it a lot of time ever since they dated each other. She wasn’t anymore bothered too, life with Sadist was interesting and she secretly knew that no one but him would do.

However, he could have been less lazy.

“Hey, since no one else would want you, let’s marry.” He uttered in his deadpan tone, looking bored as ever.

Kagura looked at him disbelievingly, “Are you, serious Sadist? You’re going to propose like this? Fuck you, this queen of Kabuki-Cho doesn’t need a useless Sadist with you, every man want her already,” she argued back, vein popping on her head. “Even you duh, sneaking flower in my closet you were mad in love with me, where did your passion go little shit?”

“Don’t matter anymore, because—” he caught her by behind and held her wrists to finally slide forcefully a silver ring on her lady’s finger, “Because you’ll be forever mine now, right?”

“No, you are mine, you do-S freak!” She stuck her tongue at him, but her rosy cheeks didn’t lie, she was fulfilled— and excited— though Sadist was as possessive as ever if she’s lucky enough he will be less jealous upon marrying each other? Megane and Gin-chan had been bothered a lot by it, once the Sadist broke in the Yorozuya lot of time, debating that she should be living with him, for he was the boyfriend. Gintoki usually replied that they couldn’t, following Edo’s tradition, a woman shouldn’t live with a man without being married. And he, of course, was different as he was family, the poor silver perm got the second ranking on Okita’s to-kill list, right after Hijikata.

His lips curved into an evil smile, “Even if it’s the case, you’re still mine.”  


They had planned the wedding since months— or at least, Soyo-chan had been planning and financing it even if the Shinsengumi could easily support the event, she said it was only normal for a best-friend to do so. Kagura wasn’t so sure about but let it be, the princess could be as stubborn as her and after all, she trusted her fellow sadistic female.

When the day came, she had woken up early by maids— she and Sadist stayed in the castle for ‘practical reasons’— and was immediately thrown into a hot bath. It would have been quite refreshing is the female servants weren’t scratching her skin off to clean it, then put jasmine-scent oil on her whole body before washing her hair, more perfuming, and worst…Adding make-up!

Being a Yato woman had cons and lot of pros, like having a pale skin that geisha could only imitate, yet the maids insisted in putting her lip gloss, eyeshadow and other stuff she did not want to know about. It was very irritating, but upon looking her reflection, Kagura realized how grateful she should be. It’s not like she lacked confidence in her beauty (she bragged about it more often than not), this time, was different. She felt like some fairy tale princess and couldn’t help but suddenly act cheerfully and childishly…

Her long hair had been slightly curled and made into an elegant chignon, her cerulean eyes stood out even more with the touch of golden, not to mention her tinted lips.

“Hmm, Okita-kun’s going to have a hard time controlling himself, with you this gorgeous!” Soyo was at the door, smiling mischievously while showing Kagura lingerie. Sexy, lacy with ribbons on each side of the panty to remove them quicker, what she never wore! Sure, she did have ‘cute’ set, however, she wasn’t fond of them, they often irritated her. “AND THESE BABIES, OF COURSE!”


“Don’t worry, the bra’ strap are transparent so it won’t be noticed with your dress,” she rolled her eyes, “don’t forget the wedding night, Kagura-chan. You’ll have to please him, you know?”

The redhead paled at the words, she had totally forgotten this detail…Though they had dated for three years and did have some steamy make-out sessions, Okita accepted her wish to preserve it until marriage. Perhaps this was why he was so keen on marrying?

“So put this, you’ll have him in the palm of your hand, I assure you! No men can resist this kind of weapon.” She smirked when her friend finally gave up, going to the change room, “Please bring the dress too.”

“Yes, Hime-sama.”


Today had been restless, first, the wedding ceremony was happening in Kyoto which is why they all had to wake up early in the first place, it took around one hour and a half with a private jet (Tokugawa private line) to finally arrive. Kagura and Okita didn’t see each other yet, they had been separated so they couldn’t, it would be considered to be of bad premonition if they did

Finally getting out, Kagura hummed at the scenery. Soyo, it seems, had decided on a traditional temple, which makes her wonder why— she was clad in a western dress— but shrugged it off. Whatever, she was happy either way, what if she was in a classic white dress in a temple? Their couple has never been normal, one was a sadistic human and the other an Amanto from another planet, equally violent, who cares? The redhead smiled, still hidden under her veil, everything had been already prepared, the last step was the ceremony and the vows. Then…FOOD! Her true love.

“Kagura-chan, everyone found a seat, you have to go to the altar with Gintoki-san!” Soyo called out, pointing the newly-installed altar, there was even a priest, with familiar sunglass…”Madao-san became a priest recently, it’s amazing right?”

“He’s just here for the food too.”

“Too?” The brown haired a brow, “Okita-san wouldn’t like to hear that.” She playfully pushed her friend toward the silver perm, wearing a black costume and in the verge of crying (his eyes were about to explode), probably anxious (he was shaking too much that he looked like a drill). “He’s waiting for you.”

Kagura took a big breath, as Gintoki tried to walk her to the altar, her legs suddenly felt numb. Okita was wearing a white smoking, to match her own outfit, with a red tie. His eyes softened at each of her steps, while she chuckled at Shinpachi and Kondo tearing up, she was going to be a big girl now. Live with Sadist…Have family with him, in all, be his wife. Her fourteen years old self would be disgusted to even imagine them close, not to mention lovers, right now she was delighted. Sadist could actually be kind, didn’t mind her temper and enormous appetite. She wouldn’t admit it but…She was glad to have fallen for him and not someone else.

“Kagura, don’t forget us too soon, alright?” Gintoki whispered the distance was of one-two meters at most.

“I’m not disappearing with him you know? I’ll still visit you guys, and do some jobs with you and Megane, like good old’ time!”

This was when she grinned at him through the transparent cloth, turned her back to stare at her husband-to-be, he was trying to be as deadpan as possible however his expression said otherwise. After reaching him, the homeless priest started the vow.

“Ahem— we are here today to unite these two sad—” Otae threw her bag at him, “Demo—” Otose aimed his head with a kiseru, “THESE TWO LOVELY PEOPLE TOGETHER.” He coughed. “Okita-san, do you need promise to not kill your wif—”

“Do your job Madao !” Shinpachi cried out, vein popping.

“Fine, Gintoki, I’ll be the priest!” Katsura went up to the altar and took place beside Hasegawa. “So bakufu dog, do you promise to marry and then divorce with Leade—”

The Earth dad kicked him, the terrorist idiot’s fetishism fir widows was showing again. Hijikata was already chaining him up, then made him seat to respect the remaining ceremony. “Err, Souichiro-kun, do you promise to love, protect, feed and pay for Kagura’s rent until death?”

The flaxen-haired man cocked his head, well, that was expected, “I do.”

“Kagura, do you promise to love and give him support until death?”

“I do,” she rolled her eyes in amusement.

They started to exchange the rings, his fingers sliding the precious object on her lady’s finger one more time, it was not adorned with a diamond— instead, there was a ruby. He had said that only this color suited her. After returning the favor, Gintoki finally smiled (Kagura swore she could see salty pearls coming out):

“You may kiss the bride now.”

Okita raised her veil, revealing her face more clearly, gently closing the distance to drop a chaste kiss, then murmuring to her ears “I’ll keep the rest for the night.” She was blushing madly at the mention of the topic, even more, when he pulled her against his body, his arms snaked around his waist.

And they stayed like during the whole day, even when eating and discussing, Okita loved to rub salt on the Yorozuya, and even Hijikata who declared that “You’ll never get China-girl.” As for herself, she was too busy eating her delicious Sukonbu-tabasco cake, careful in not inhaling the spicy side, or else she’ll be a dragon throwing up blazing flame at her own wedding. It was already good that she wasn’t burning, the sun had been fortunately clement.

“Stop eating the cake for a moment China and launch the bouquet,” Okita extended her the said flowers, after wiping the remaining cream puffs on her cheeks with a giggle, he had been in a very good mood today. Kagura cheered inwardly to tease him about it later— she lazily took the bouquet and when everyone was behind her, she threw it, as humanely as possible or else it will fly to space— a girl squealed.

“Who’s the lucky future-bride?” Otose asked.

“It’s me, it’s me!” They all stared at the owner of the low voice.



“I feel like I’ve forgotten something very important,” admitted Kagura in the car that will conduct to the hotel, a bit further and in a more romantic area for the honeymoon. Everyone else were dead-drunk in the restaurant they went, Sougo requested to leave earlier for reasons.

“The honeymoon?”

“Not this, pervert.” Well, she did. But earlier didn’t count, right? “Everyone was invited, so why do I feel like I missed some people.”

“You’re just overthinking it, China.”

“Yeah, probably.”

Somewhere, in space, a baldy and a redhead psycho sneezed.


Sougo had been impatient for this day to come, to marry China, officially Okita Kagura now. It sounded good, Okita Kagura, rolled on his tongue sweetly, without any raspy sound, far better than Kagura the Yato or sometimes, Sakata Kagura when she needed a first name, thus using her surrogate father’s one, now she had her own and he will soon  continue his lineage, like Mitsuba hoped. The concerned was in his arms, looking through the window in deep thought, or dazed with the passing scenery, he put his head on her laps.

“Sadist?” She was startled, for he had been showing a lot of PDA today. “Are you tired?”

“Of course, what do you think? We’ve been entertaining everyone for so long, and I had to stop Kondo-san each time he tried to make Boss lady drink alcohol.” Kagura caressed his hair slowly, it’s true that he had done most of the job when she was busy eating. “Can’t believe that your horrible cat girl got the bouquet, though.”

“Catherine isn’t so bad, her species become beautiful only when in love,” she soothed him during the ride, if he was not waiting for another event, he’d be already asleep. Fortunately, they reached the hotel, a modern five-starts one, the princess had reassured him that the rooms are all soundproof.

The room was lavish as expected, mainly themed with mahogany and ebony wood and white touch to contrast, in all, it gave off relaxing vibes. At their right was the bathroom, which seemed very large, and in front of them was the main room. There was even a plasma screen on the wall, right in front of the king size bed.

“The princess really overdid herself,” he noted with sheer enjoyment. Before she could reply, he cut her off with a searing kiss, her back against the door, his taking pleasure in painting again and again the cavernous side. She always had a tangy taste, because of sukonbu, though today it was a little sweeter with the cake, he adored her both ways.

He had been waiting for this, his wife was especially stunning today, it was a shame he couldn’t enjoy himself during the wedding…Shame was a word he didn’t know, but his body remembers well the strength of an angry China.

“Sa—” she was breathless, “Sadist, what the hell?” She looked too vulnerable, red as a tomato, confused. While it was certainly not the first time they kissed each other this wildly, he never surprised her this much before or demonstrated such state of lust.

“It’s our night, I might as well as give you an idea of what’s going to happen,” he gave her a wolfish grin as he carried her— bridal style all literally— and sat her down on the soft bed, holding her hand. “Are you ready? Girls are usually scared of their first time right?”

“You really can’t keep in your pant, huh, pervert?” She tugged his hair to peck the corner of his lips, “I-I won’t back down!”

“That’s because we’re now husband and wife, you are Okita Kagura and my property,” she elbowed him, “fine, my woman. Brazen as always, that’s uncute you know.’

“Ohh, so you can resist,” her mouth planted butterfly kisses on his neck, “this,” her hands broke free and started to unbutton his shirt, “uncute girl?”

“Uncute doesn’t mean sexy,” Okita roughly pushed her beneath him, throwing his tie and his jacket elsewhere. His eyes printed a mental picture of her, locks of vermillion sprawled on the sheet, and her dress. Oh her snow-silver dress, ruffled at the end, and now giving him a perfect view. “Is pretty but let’s took it away— or do you need to change first?”

He wondered if she bothered preparing any special underwear, and felt disappointed when she nodded ‘no’.

“The zip’s behind,” she arched her back so he could reach it, and he did.

Zap. ZAP— 

“Hey, be careful, I want to keep it as a memory!” Okita nodded, trying one more time to unzip it until finally succeeding, perhaps it worked better when you were slow? With speed, the zip simply blocked, he feared to damage it.

“Finally,” he pulled the cloth slowly, white replaced with moonlighted skin, he could never get enough of her. Never. Not when the undressing surprisingly revealed a lacy black bra, transparent to play with imagination, yet hiding the most important place. He licked his lips. “Did you prepare this?”

“…Not really. Soyo-chan gave it to me,” she shyly stared at him, “You like it?”

What kind of question is it? He leaned to rest his head in the crook of her neck— China had been too moe for him. “Of course idiot, why wouldn’t I?”

“B—but it’s weird and lewd and and—” he cut her off with yet another kiss, nibbling her lower lips and then licking it, painfully slowly, as if to tease her.

“We’ve done a lot of things naughtier than lingerie,” he uncovered further, the cloth retreated to her stomach, her flat tummy, her thighs…He felt himself getting harder at the sight of a panty, tied by two frail red ribbons at each side. It barely covered her slit, a need to pounce on her right here disturbed him. She doesn’t know how much she can affect me. “Remind me to thank the princess later.”

“It’s unfair, you still have your shirt and your pant,” she pouted.

Okita ignored her complain first, finishing the stripping and put her dress on the floor— there was no other place anyway, he’ll put it in the closet later— “Now you can remove them since I removed your dress.”

Kagura hummed, time for her to dominate him a bit, she shifted to be one her knees like he was, her right hand continued to unbutton his shirt, however, her right one was now feeling his length. She felt confident in these moments because he wanted her— she almost ripped it— and she wanted to hear him grunt, twitch and be a Do-M for her.

She should tie him up, one day. Or perhaps handcuffs would work better? 

After retiring his pant, he was down to his boxer, the one with ‘S’ patterns everywhere. And she was the childish one?

“Don’t laugh,” came his commanding voice. He straddled her easily, with the adrenaline of the action and the need of devouring her for himself. To make her moan, under him, until her voice was hoarse until her legs gave in. “Ah, right, before I go further, ‘Sadist’ has to go. It’s been three years, we are now married so I have at least the right to hear my first name, Kagura.”

She shivered at his husky voice.

“Make me?”

Tempting me is dangerous, you know?  “Gladly.” He licked her jaw, lowering to her neck and started sucking on her sensible spot, situated close to the collarbone. He was enamored by her light jasmine scent, another thing he had to thank the princess for.

He growled impatiently when she grabbed his hair, mewling softly when his teeth grazed her skin, blowing in it later. The next erogene area was her ear. She was very, very, sensible and he learned to tease her so much with it.

He was going to give  her an unforgettable night.

“S-Stop it!” He was nipping the shell, planting a kiss from time to time before resuming his work.

“Why, since you appreciate it? Be more honest, Kagura.” His hand went behind her back again, and…

And he suddenly ceased all movement. He had no idea on how to unhook this thing. “Shit, how do you remove it? I usually just tore them off!” Here he was, messing up with his beloved, on a wedding night, he sighed.

“What’s with you and stripping me today?” Kagura laughed at first, on the other side, she didn’t mind and guided his hand to help him. “Even you can act cute, huh?” Her bra went off, as she moved him to reach her breast, “Happy?”

“Very.” He resumed in his ears biting, drawing blood covered by the pleasure he was ministering, by fondling her breasts. Over years they grew, and he had been pleased to see how well they fit their hand as if sculpted for him. He smirked. She was made for him, after all, a match of heaven and hell.

Seeing how much she struggled, urged him to go one already, he started to play with the pink nubs instead, one finger rolling it and his tongue doing the same. Kagura was already squirming, moaning, but he didn’t hear his name yet, it was not enough. She wasn’t the type to submit easily, even during intimate time.

“Come on, it’s not difficult. ‘Sougo’. Say it.” He whispered just above them, purposely with his breathing to tease, coax her in losing, she’d be handsomely rewarded.

She bit her lips, “I won’t surrender now.”

“Fine, if you wanna play it like this.” He went down in her. The ribbons were somewhere in the bled or the floor, he spread her mount as much as possible to stare (she was adorable, so red) and licked tentatively the length of it. Then, he focused on the pleasure spit, her clit, tortured her.

He’d spot every time she was about to orgasm, and resumed in his ‘work’, daring to slide a finger. He had to prepare her for what was coming, added one more, then one more, this was the maximum. He began with slow movement, though he was getting rougher now, plunging in her again and again.

“Saa—” she was yelling incoherent words, feeling a familiar feeling building in her stomach and froze when he lapped with her come, thoroughly ‘cleaning’ her afterward.

“I have to admit that you impressed me, still won’t give up?” There was a suspicious scratching sound as if he just tore something— perhaps the square thing he got from his pant, still laying on the bed— condom, which he slid on his cock.

Something hard rubbed her slit, Kagura shrieked.

“H-Hey, don’t you have to use lube or something before?” Sougo wondered why was the girl, usually compliant, suddenly trembling and looking at him like this. Was she…Scared? After everything she said?

“Condoms naturally have been coated with lube beforehand.” He explained, “Kagura, are you scared? That it will hurt at first?”

She looked away. “Of course! It’s my first-time idiot, how can I just go on like I didn’t care? It’s not like anyone reassured me about this matter.” He never thought that China will put such a moe show,  and thanked god for it.

“I’m going to be gentle, okay? I’m not a bastard enough to pain you intentionally,”  he moved a bit to take over her mouth again, and penetrated her all the way, breaking her barrier. After leaving her mouth, he stood still, her teary eyes made him feel guilty.

He hoped that it wasn’t this horrible.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt too much?” He’d even accept to finish his boner alone if she wanted to resume the session for another day. He wasn’t an uncontrollable beast, she was much more important than earthly desire.

“It’s a bit uncomfortable,” she supposed she had to adapt to his size. After a while of struggling and awkward silence, Kagura finally felt used to him. “I think it’s fine now? Can you.Move a bit?”

Okita nodded, yearning for it, she was so damn tight and warm, thrust a few times and was about to ask her again, but she had moaned loudly. She squinted her eyes, and was left breathless at his moves, he knew he was doing it right, and slammed into her with more force. To feel more of her, to drown in the sensual flower aroma mixed with their sweat, of her crying out of pleasure.

“Sougo!” She snaked her arms around his neck, moving to meet him, sensing the tension building up once again in the pit of her stomach. It was not weird to feel him inside her anymore. It was amazing. “Sou..Go…” She hardly uttered, deciding to meet his mouth again, this time leading the battle.

“Augh, Kagura…” Her walls were clenching  around him, a few more thrusts and he stiffened when came at the same time as her. After removing the used condom and aiming it at a bin not fat, he collapsed on her right. This was even more tiring than their usual fight. “You finally called me by my name, you lost.” He embraced her naked body, pressing against him, “I wonder what punition I’ll give you tomorrow, Kagura.”

I´m fine.

I opened up requests this morning and I already got many good ones. Because I´m really in the mood for writing, I already finished up one of the requests that inspired me and I already read a few others that gave me ideas so keep ém coming!

Imagine Sam comforting you when you have anxiety.

Request:  Can you please do a super fluffy sam or Dean imagine? (Either is fine love) Where like the reader like hasn’t Been herself because she has a lot on her plate & she suffers with anxiety but they don’t know that because she’s like a badass hunter.

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, else fluffy

Length: 1000 ish

Originally posted by canonsoulmates


You were sitting at the desk in the old motel room and massaged your temples.
It had to be the first five minutes you had to yourself in days.

“Huh?”, you made and lifted your head to look at Sam who was standing in the door, holding his bags.
“Dean´s got the car all packed up. We´re ready to leave”, he informed you.
Great, another few hours stuck in the back of that damned car. But what choice did you have?
“Okay, okay, I´m coming”, you said quietly and got up from the chair before reaching for you own bag that was still lying on the bed.
“Hey, are you alright?”, Sam asked and you looked at him, thinking about telling him about your anxiety, but then of course didn´t and just nodded.
“I´m fine, let´s get the hell out of here.”

The drive took about five hours and while the boys were chattering and laughing as usual, you concentrated on breathing slowly but steadily.
You had no idea why these days were so hard, but you knew that it happened once in a while and usually breathing was the right way to deal with it.
“…right (Y/N)?”
You only caught the rest of Dean´s question because he said your name and because you weren´t in the mood for a discussion about why you hadn´t heard what he had said, you just nodded in agreement: “Yeah, sure.”
“Oh as if”, Sam stated while Dean laughed.
You sensed that you had just agreed to something you normally wouldn´t have but there was nothing you could do about it now so you just shrugged and continued to look out of the window while noticing that Sam´s gaze was still on you.
“Hey Dean, what about a little break, I could need some fresh air”, he now suggested and you were grateful because you felt like the car was too small to bare.

As soon as Dean stopped the car at a gas station, you pushed open the door and walked away, not even caring that it was freezing cold and you were only wearing a shirt.
You made it past the building and there was a little grass area.
It wasn´t exactly beautiful but at least nobody was here because of the cold weather so you stayed. Trying to sort out all your random thoughts, you sat down on a bench that was facing away from the road and pulled up your knees to keep you at least a little warm.
It was quiet and despite the fact that it smelled like old fries, it was rather nice and you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment.
It was cut short though by Sam calling your name. Cursing under you breath because you couldn´t even get one second of quality time with yourself, you opened your eyes and turned around to see him hurrying over to you.
“What is it?”, you shouted over the wind, realizing that you sounded rather rude but you simply couldn´t bring yourself to care.
He finally reached you and held out the hoodie that you had left in the car: “It´s 45 degrees, what are you doing outside in just that shirt? You will catch pneumonia.”
“Thanks, Mom”, you said and rolled your eyes but took the hoodie anyways and pulled it over your head.
“So, what´s up with you?”, Sam asked now and motioned for you to make room for him on the bench. Obviously he wasn´t going anywhere anytime soon so you moved over and let him sit down.
“Like I told you before, I am totally fine”, you repeated, feeling tired and exhausted and worst of all like you were about to cry.
“Yeah, you keep saying that. Then why is it that you sit out here sulking in the cold.”
You sighed: “I´m not sulking.”
He shrugged: “Then what are you doing?”
“It´s just…”, you started, still debating whether to finally talk to him or nor, “It´s just that I have a lot on my plate, okay. And I´m a little … anxious.”
You looked at him, trying to figure out what he was going to say, but instead of saying anything, he just came a bit closer and put an arm around you.
For a moment there was silence and it was actually nice to be comforted like that.
After a while he asked: “So you have anxiety, that´s what this is all about?”
You nodded: “Yes. It´s all a little bit … too much from time to time. Especially if I never have time to myself.”
“Do you want me to leave you alone?”, he asked immediately.
You knew he would have gone away if you had told him to, but now that you had started to talk about this, he might as well could stay so you shook your head: “No, it´s okay.”
It followed another short period of silence and you looked into the woods that were behind the fence that surrounded the gas station, feeling yourself relax in Sam´s arms.
“Wow, you and anxiety. Never would have guessed”, he stated after a while.
“Why not?”, you asked and looked up at him.

He shrugged: “Well, I guess it´s because you´re always so … badass. I mean all you ever talk about is hunting, you always have something else you need to kill and you´re always so focused. It always seemed to me like the life we live makes you happy.”
You thought about that for a moment: “It does make me happy. That doesn´t mean I can´t feel anxious from time to time.”

“No, I guess it doesn´t”, he agreed.
For the first time today you smiled: “Thanks for understanding.”
There was genuine confusion on his face: “Why wouldn´t I? It´s not like you´re the only one with anxiety.”
“No, I guess I´m not.”
The two of you continued sitting on the bench, you leaning against him, his arm still around you. By the time you heard Dean calling your names from somewhere behind you, it felt like centuries had passed.
“I guess it´s time to go”, you said but didn´t move.
“Only if it´s okay with you”, he stated and you smiled up at him: “I think I´ll be okay. Thanks to you.”
Instead of answering he just smiled and you impulsively gave him a kiss on the cheek before reluctantly getting out of his embrace: “Who´s last at the car sits in the back”, you shouted and ran.
“Not fair”, you heard him yell and while the wind blew in your face, you knew that everything was going to be okay after all.

A list of bad writing excuses you need to stop using:

Applies heavily to Fairy Tail, but also to many manga and fiction in general.

“It’s his story, he can write/draw whatever he wants!”

  • A similar thought process could be used to defend Mein Kampf. I have the right to email you a picture of my middle finger raised, but that right certainly doesn’t invalidate your own right to raise hell about it. Please refer to bullet point #4 as well.

“It’s just comedy!”

  • And it’s not funny, so it’s pretty shitty comedy, isn’t it? I’ll judge comedy the same way I judge any other form of writing. Do you realize how immature that sounds? That’s just the whole “I-said-something-offensive-so-I’m-going-to-backpedal-and-say-it-was-just-a-joke” defense taking another form.

“Stop judging fanservice so harshly!”

  • Is it fanservice, or authorservice? I assure you I did not request all of these fucking scenes where a character is undressed at the expense of the story tension. Get with the program, and realize that the reason you’re feebly defending it is because it’s points for your camp.

“If you don’t like it, go read/watch something else!”

  • Woe is me, for I have not yet found that one golden piece of fiction that I feel is absolutely perfect in every way and thus does not warrant me complaining ever. I suppose I could write one, but that tends to produce mary sue and self-insert fiction! Such is the price of the paradox of writing for oneself, yet publishing to an audience: I open myself up to mine audience’s judgement and wrath!

“No story is perfect!”

  • See above. Imperfection is the reason why it can be criticized, not why it can’t. Moreover, I do not expect things to be perfect. Even Harry Potter isn’t perfect, and it’s rightfully held up as some of the greatest fiction literature of all time. But I don’t complain about it because it’s apparent the author put everything she had into her work and had it edited and double-checked dozens of times. A substandard expectation may lead to less disappointment, but will always prevent real happiness or satisfaction.

“How many mangas/books have YOU written?!”

  • I don’t need experience writing bullshit wish-fulfillment mary sue fiction fantasy, I have enough of that from when I was 13 and so do most people. The difference is that I grew out of it. And one day, you’re going to say that to someone who actually is a published author and you’re gonna look like a dumbass. More of a dumbass, anyway.

“It’s just fiction! It doesn’t mean the author condones it!”

  • This is an excuse I see a lot and I’m here to cut it down. Theoretically? Yes, it doesn’t mean the author condones it. But if they don’t, that leaves very little room for why exactly they wrote whatever it is that is being burned at the stake. Most people, shocker, write what they know or feel. Male writers write male characters because that’s familiar to them. Writers write main characters who are in the writing business because that’s familiar to them. LGBT+ people write LGBT+ stories and characters because that’s familiar to them. And creepy people with fucked up ideas or fetishes are no different. So for all of you “mun =/= muse uwu fuck off” people out there? I’m callin’ your asses out. And I am especially calling out authors who use outdated tropes they think are cute that have long since been revealed to be unsettling or unfair. Subject matter is not so important, it’s how and why you portray it that matters. 

“This is how it is, complaining about it won’t change it.”

  • That is very untrue. Most things that get changed do so because people express their dissatisfaction for the current system. That’s sort of a basic component of most systems of decision-making, including writing into such unrelated things as law and justice. And, pray tell, if you don’t think complaining will change anything, what exactly would you suggest that would?

Coming soon: A list of bad writing complaints you should stop making!

anonymous asked:

Hi! :) You know what? I really like your blog and your posts, to the point that I get really happy whenever I see that you have written a new one. I can mostly always relate to what you say about CB and I love how you are so positive and yet realistic when talking about CB. Like, you seem pretty cool ^^ So thank you for creating this blog :) Also, I would like to ask if you have noticed how jealous Baekhyun can be? Because I think he is pretty jealous, what do you think?

Awww~ Thank you so much for those sweet words~ You know I was gunna write a blog/analysis on Jealous Chanbaek, because like besides Kaisoo, this ship can give really jealous looks, and like you know when they are jealous, but for some reason it makes us happy, because it shows that they care, and it looks so genuine, in fact so real, I think I’d set on flames if I was under their glares, because…dang. And like you said I think Baekhyun is definitely someone who gets jealous.

He looks so sad ;~;

Chanyeol…someone is watching…and he doesn’t ship it…

Baekhyun does not like Chanyeol saying good things about other people, he needs love too…

His glare…my goodness. Maknaes, you might want to stop before you die…lol

This made my day, it’s so funny, realllll subtle Baekhyun…

He seriously does not approve, and Chanyeol is dying right there…if I got that look I would be terrified to be honest. But the thing Baekhyun is not the only one that gets jealous, there’s also Chanyeol to talk about. Chanyeol, from what I have seen, doesn’t seem to get as jealous as Baekhyun, but what I think is, is that it’s not that Chanyeol doesn’t care as much as Baekhyun but maybe he can hide it better, or I’m just bad at following him (even thou he’s my bias, I’m a bad person) but this guy does get jealous

His glare is so scary, and how hard he was holding the piece of paper, he looks so angry, Sehun run *Bts’s run starts playing in the background*

Do you guys have any idea why he would stop talking? I think I do.

Chanyeol didn’t like what he saw and he immediately put a stop to it.

They are both jealous at the same time…they look so done, and Suho is just in the middle of it. (Are you trying to get yourself killed mama Suho?)

So in conclusion Baekhyun seems to get much more jealous than Chanyeol but I think it’s because Baekhyun craves attention and he seems to like Chanyeol’s attention, I don’t know why but he does, from what I see he doesn’t like it too much when someone else gets more of something that Baekhyun feels should be his. Chanyeol to be honest is not at all a possessive person, he is care free and real laid back (from what I think) so he doesn’t at all seem to be the one to be jealous easily, so does that make Baekhyun special? Well to me it does but it’s just my opinion so you don’t have to take this seriously if you don’t want to, but I think that there is something more to that jealously than them being mere friends. 

And with a personal example, (I’m not generally a possessive or jealous, so I’m using an example from my friends) so my friends are really close with each other and they act like they get jealous when they are with other people but seriously, being the analyzer I am I observed them…(no I ain’t training to be a stalker), and I compared their actions and they are so different, my friends say it like they are joking, and just whine about it, while Chanbaek they rely on stares (that make me feel like I could burn) to get the message across, in fact (to me) they resemble a couple getting mad at each other for talking with another girl or boy, but even thou they look so angry it makes me happy seeing that, that’s just another reason that shows that they care. I’m pretty sure all you fellow CB shippers know what I mean.

Also to the person who asked this question, thanks, because I was going to write a blog on this (like I said in the beginning) but I guess I forgot and you reminded me, so this is going to be more like an analysis than an answer, so yay~ 

Also my sister keeps saying that CB is fake :( someone tell her to stop…especially when she hasn’t even looked at their moments…*sniff* I can’t work when she says that to me! Someone help me convince her (I’m too scared to do it alone!) 

But anyway thanks for reading and ask any questions you are curious about, like this sweet person~ So, so long! V-sign out!

Bonus: Baekhyun does not approve of this XD

Last thing I swear: Thank you for 100+ followers! <3 

Jerk - Hanbin (iKON)

photo cr: LibraAqr

REQUESTED BY ANON:  hi! can I have an angsty scenario where hanbin and you fight and he says something hurtful like “i can’t hurt my best friend over a relationship i don’t even know will last” but he’ll apologize and does something to make up to you? happy ending please ^^ thank you so much!! 

MEMBER: Hanbin // B.I

GENRE: angst with happy ending (i failed the happy ending anon, i’m really sorry, pls forgive me)

SUMMARY: the title says it all

Your relationship with Hanbin seemed to have lost its spark, it didn’t feel like the same relationship that you were in 5 years ago, the relationship that you were so passionate about started to become tiring. You were tired and fed up of Hanbin arriving home late everyday, even worse, he came home drunk most of the time. For the past few months, you were greeted with an empty house every night you came back from work and a drunk boyfriend every early morning,

You promised yourself you wouldn’t let this drag on any longer but every time you talked to Hanbin about it, he would nod as if he digested every words you said but would repeat the same routine. It made you so sick, you wanted to curse the hell out of him everytime you saw his face. You dealt with the same pattern everyday, the repetition made you miss the old Hanbin, you missed the days when you both made and ate breakfast together. You missed the goodbye kisses he’d give you every morning before you leave for work. You missed it when he would welcome you home with hugs and praises, he would remind you everyday how proud he is of you and would give you pats on the back as a way of saying “well done”. He would cook you your three meals, he would do the cleaning, the washing, he would do all he can to help reduce your burden of being the provider between you two.

You wondered what happened to that Hanbin. Instead of flooding you with praises, he flooded you with complaints. Instead of having thoughtful conversations, he triggered meaningless arguments. You were no longer his recent calls and messages. You longed for his “I miss you, _____” texts, his “I’m just calling to hear your voice” calls and his sweet voice whenever he whispers “I love you” into your ear. You missed Hanbin, you missed his affection, you missed his love. You can’t help but to think you were being replaced with his so called “friends” that drove him towards alcohol addiction. His phone would not stop vibrating from invitations asking him to go to clubs here and there and drink like there’s no tomorrow.

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I’m a pretty nice guy right? I try to be polite, treat others well, give tips to waiters and drivers, always saying please and thank you, good day etc.
Then why does it feel like everyone is talking badly about me all the time, and since no one comes to talk to me it feels like.. like everyone hates me. And it’s been years like this. I will always be thankful to the people i bonded here with, but some faded, and some used me. And here irl, some abused me(not sexually)
The only girls i felt attracted to turned me down for someone else, everyone haves a gf ot bf, kissed like 1000people and im here

Just chilling… alone hahh, girls alredy hate me and boy i wont comeout as bi anytime soon so i guess I’ll stay single for eternity


For anon and @jumperswellies…This takes place pre-rogue one. Enjoy! I love Chirrut so much!

Y/N kept her head low as she walked through the crowded streets of Jedha. Her target was still in her sight, however. She stalked the man through the area. He was currently with a larger man who was wearing heavy artillery. Even though she figured she could beat him, she preferred a silent capture. Especially in a city crawling with the desperate.

Y/N calmly pretended to be interested in a stand as she saw the pair stop. Her target spoke something to his friend. Moments later, the armed man left her target alone. Y/N smirked to herself; this was her chance.

Just as calmly as before, she started walking again. Having heard of his capabilities, Y/N decided to loop around a small building.  When she came to the other side, she saw her target waiting patiently near a stand, probably for his friend. He paused, seemingly alert. Y/N ignored a small, budding feeling as she watched him carefully. Gradually, he started to turn toward the bounty hunter.

Gritting her teeth, Y/N swiftly grabbed the man and pulled him into an alley across the street. To her surprise, the man didn’t seem to be resisting as she placed the binders on his wrists. In fact, he was smirking.

“So you are the one who has been tracking me.”
“Don’t take it personal, bud,” you told him.
“It’s much more personal than you think, hunter,” he told her.
“Well, the guy did say you might be a little cooky,” she stated.

Now, she just had to get back to her ship without being seen. Good thing she knew Jedha well.

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Dialogue Prompts

1) “What can I do to understand you?” “You have to walk a mile in my shoes. Literally.”

2) “Hand me my bag, my shoes, and the wine.”

3) “If you had to leave me, why did you leave her behind as well?“ 

4) “Don’t bother. I’ve already tried to get out.”

5) “When I get there, I will arrive violently.” 

6) “It seemed like a good idea yesterday.” 

7) “Don’t worry, I’m used to it.” 

8) “My feelings? Oh, don’t worry about those. No one else does.” 

9) “I can’t lose you again. I can’t. I’m not strong enough.” 

10) “Well… At least it worked the first time.” 

11) “I thought you forgot about me.” “Never.” 

12) “Survive now, honey. You can cry later.” 

13) “You really could figure all that out from their tracks?” “No, you idiot, they sent me a text.” 

14) “Did you miss me?” “No.” 

15) “You? Ha! You cannot destory me. I destory me.” 

16) “The shadows betray you because they serve me.” 

17) “You have no shoes, he’s covered in mud, and I just stole some bread. We’ve officially become hobos.” 

18) “He’s alive.” “He’s not supposed to be! That ruins everything.” “I know.” 

19) “You know I never liked Grammy’s lullaby. It’s what she sang when she took the ax to the hen house, remember?” 

20) “We’ll make a criminal out of you yet.”

Mulan: Rise of a Warrior

Ok so I’ve seen a lot of people being really excited about this Disney live action Mulan film being made and how cool it will be because it’s Mulan but LIVE ACTION and I’m here to tell you that it already exists

Reasons why you should see this movie:

1. It is more closely related to the actual legend of Mulan - there’s less ‘haha look at a woman try to do guy stuff and fail oh wait SHE ACTUALLY CAN WOW WHO KNEW WOMEN COULD DO THINGS?!?!?!’, more like ‘this film is about a person that goes to war in the place of their father who is too ill to fight. Oh yeah also she’s a woman and this is forbidden so she has to keep her identity secret.’ It is literally a war film that just happens to have a female lead and doesn’t make a big deal out of it in that cringey #notlikeothergirls way Hollywood does.

2. Also not like Hollywood (prepare to have your mind blown) it’s a Chinese film based on a Chinese legend starring actual real-life Chinese actors. I know, apparently they exist! Groundbreaking stuff. We all know how whitewashed Disney Mulan is going to turn out so watch this instead and save yourself from the inevitable bastardisation of this awesome legend.

3. Chen Kun:

Look how fucking beautiful he is. LOOK! 

I just


4. The blatant feminist conspiracy that is PRACTICAL FEMALE ARMOUR! Like yeah I know she’s pretending to be a guy and technically she is wearing her dad’s armour but there is never any acknowledgement that boob holders are required for women to slay their enemies. Because they aren’t.

Wait what’s this? A woman?! Wearing ARMOUR!?! That’s practical and doesn’t need specially designed parts for boobs?!?! FEMINIST PROPAGANDA!!! 

5. The way the film is shot is also so pretty and the story is like very straight forward? I can’t explain it right but it doesn’t linger. It’s like ‘this is scene is here to show these characters bonding’, ‘this scene is here to show what kind of person Turtle is’, ‘this scene is fighting’, ‘this scene shows character development’ and that’s it, once it’s made it’s point it moves you to the next part of the story. Everything feels like it’s there for a reason and the dialogue feels real, like it isn’t done to explain things to the viewer, it feels natural? I am so bad at words gaaahhh! I dunno, it’s why I liked Mad Max. The story is simple so why bog it down with all that unnecessary dialogue and sequences and special fx? Looking at you Peter Jackson. The Hobbit did not deserve that. Arsehole.

6. Turtle and Tiger’s relationship is adorbs and the film is also light hearted and fun in places.

7. Do you like films that destroy you emotionally? Not only does this film break your heart and throw it in the dirt, it then picks it up and blows off the dust before shoving it back in your chest and telling you it’ll all be alright and there is still hope. It lies. Maybe I was just having an emotional day but this film made me cry like 10 times. By the end I was in tears just saying ‘no, you can’t end now, no this can’t be it no no no no no why. Why? WHY!’. Then I was angry that no one else had seen it so I couldn’t share my feels and I just curled up and cried some more.

8. It’s on Netflix. Go go!

9. Oooo almost forgot to mention there’s this really fucking weird noise at the beginning, and it turns out it’s this dude singing (he’s actually a famous Russian singer according to wiki). Anyway it’s weird as hell and I didn’t realise it was him singing the first time because it sounds like he’s trying to converse with whales so I just wanted to get that straight

I can’t really say any more because spoilers and I really want people to see it!! Mulan has always been my fav Disney film, don’t get me wrong I love it! I watched it in the cinema when I was 8 and I remember getting chills from watching the advert where she cuts her hair and puts on armour. The music from the advert still gives me chills as does the hair cutting scene!! So yeah I’m not hating on it, just wanna say that this film is also super awesome and if you want to see a really good live action version of Mulan because you loved Mulan as a kid WATCH THIS FILM!!!!

Also did I mention Chen Kun?