anonymous asked:

This is kinda random but this idea has been stuck in my head: what if mc just liked to go out and sit on the roof at night to look at the stars and one night their s/o catches them (I'd imagine Jumin would flip his Shit tbh)

need some cute ass fluff in my life so im doing this sorry


  • when he first finds MC, he doesnt say anything
  • he just stares at them, smiling
  • god, i am so lucky
  • how can just the mere sight of someone make me so, so happy?
  • i swear to god, i’ll never get tired of this view…
  • “hey there, cutie. you looked cold”
  • Yoosung sits down beside MC, wrapping his arms around them along with a blanket
  • they’re both inside the blanket together, snuggling on the roof while MC stares up at the stars and Yoosung looks mostly at them
  • he rests his head on MC’s shoulders and closes his eyes, soaking up the moment with them
  • “Yoosung? you’re not gonna fall asleep, are you?”
  • as Yoosung answers he wraps both arms around MC, smiling and breathing in the night air deeply
  • “so what if i do? even sleeping on the roof is warm with you~”
  • MC giggles a little and pulls the blanket over him more, resting their head on his


  • he sees MC and instantly has to join them
  • “hey baby, whatchya doin?”
  • he would catch them by surprise and talk in a cute voice
  • “oh, Zen! i was just looking up at the stars…”
  • “do you care if i join you?”
  • MC scoots over and pats the space next to them
  • “of course not!”
  • so Zen climbs out to the roof and sits next to MC, putting an arm around them and rubbing their arm in an attempt to warm em up
  • him and MC look up at the sky together in silence for some time before Zen decides to turn his attention to MC
  • after a few seconds of staring, they turn to look at Zen, too
  • “what is it?”
  • Zen looks into their eyes for a second of two, smiling, and leans forward to kiss them
  • MC can feel the smile in his kiss, and shudders a little when his hand touches their face
  • “nothing, i just wanted to do that” Zen says almost mater-of-factly through his smile, then turns back to the night sky
  • MC gets all flustered even though kissing Zen is something they do all the time, and he pulls them closer, running his fingers through their hair


  • as soon as she sees MC, she runs into her room to grab a jacket
  • “MC, what are you doing on the roof? do you need a jacket?”
  • Jaehee awkwardly climbs on the roof and drapes the jacket over their shoulders
  • “i was just looking at the stars, Jaehee! sorry if i worried you…”
  • “im just worried about you getting sick”
  • “i know, i know…”
  • they sit in silence for a few moments before Jaehee speaks up again
  • “you know, they way you look at the night sky is quite endearing”
  • MC feels warm suddenly
  • “r-really?”
  • Jaehee scoots closer to MC, wrapping an arm around them
  • she quickly pecks their cheek before looking up at the stars again
  • “really”


  • oh my god, what is MC doing out there?!
  • they’re going to catch a cold like that!
  • “darling? why are you on the roof at this time of night? and in your pajamas?”
  • when MC turns their face is red, and they nervously pushing some loose hairs behind their ear
  • “oh, J-Jumin! i was just looking up at the starts…they’re so pretty tonight”
  • Jumin’s heart softens with MC’s words, and his concerned look instantly melts into a smile
  • “well if they’re as pretty as you say, i’d like to see them myself”
  • this is where Jumin Han, still wearing his suit, awkwardly climbs onto the roof through the window
  • MC giggles as they watch him
  • “okay, im here”
  • “finally”
  • Jumin tries to fix his hair, smirking at MC in response to their joke
  • he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over MC’s shoulders
  • he sits next to MC, hugging his knees as they stare up at the night sky
  • as much as he wants to join them, he just cant take his eyes off of MC for even a second
  • “Jumin! you arent even looking up!”
  • “hmm?”
  • he hadnt even realized he was staring
  • he reaches out, pulling MC close to him and wrapping an arm around their shoulder
  • “i guess i just love the way the stars look reflected in your eyes”
  • as Jumin pulls MC in, he places a soft, warm kiss on their cheek, then nestles his head into their neck
  • the sensation tickles MC a bit, but they just kiss his head and continue to look up at the stars


  • “come here often?”
  • when MC turns toward the window they see Seven leaning out of it, his arm resting on the window sill
  • “only when there arent any clouds”
  • Seven climbs onto the roof as if he’s done it a million times
  • “i like to come out here too, but mostly just to get away from you”
  • MC smiles and playfully pushes on Seven’s arm 
  • Seven responds by wrapping both arms around MC and pulling them in between his legs
  • he unzippes his jacket, then zips it back up around the both of them, hugging MC from behind inside the big hoodie
  • “what the heck are you doing?”
  • “you looked cold! what else was i supposed to do?”
  • Seven rests his chin on MC’s shoulder, looking up with them
  • he points out stars, planets, and constellations
  • he even has this cute trick where he knows where all the letters of the alphabet are in the sky, so he can spell MC’s name in the stars
  • after taking about stars and space and aliens for awhile, Seven decides to end the conversation by littering MC’s cheek, neck, and shoulder with little kisses
  • “love you so, so much. you know that, right?”
  • MC awkwardly cranes their neck so they can look at Seven
  • “i love you too, more than anything”
  • Seven places a small, uncomfortable kiss on MC’s lips before they turn around again, and he wraps his arms around them even tighter and pulls then closer as he returns to resting his chin on their shoulder

can u tell how much a crave physical affection? lol


Arch of Augustus

Fano, Italy

9 CE

it was the principle gate of Colonia Julia Fanestris, a colonia established in the town of Fanum Fortunae (temple of Fortuna) by the Roman architect Vitruvius at the command of the Emperor Augustus, in commemoration of the victory over the Carthaginian general Hasdrubal Barca in the Battle of Metauro during the Second Punic War.

Constructed at the point at which the via Flaminia met the decumanus maximus of the city, the monument is dated to 9 CE by means of an inscription located on the frieze, with large characters carved in the rock which were once gilded in bronze. The inscription reports:


Imperator Caesar Augustus son of a god, Pontifex Maximus, Consul 13 times, recipient of tribunician power 32 times, acclaimed imperator 26 times, father of his country donated this wall.

Faced with opus quadratum from blocks of Istrian stone, the monument consists of two minor lateral arches and a larger central arch: the keystone of the latter is decorated with an image of an animal which is no longer recognisable but which most probably depicted an elephant. The main body, still well preserved, supported a large attic which is now lost, with a Corinthian pseudo-portico, in which there were seven arched windows separated by eight pseudo-columns.

anonymous asked:

Hiya! It would be lovely if you could do free/cheap games for fairies! Thank you!

hello, im so sorry for the wait!! 

red trees is a short, free rpgmaker game about a sleepy town and the rumor in it as people and animals start going missing. i feel the pastel aesthetic may be something youd enjoy!! (warning for horror elements!)

moonlight crossing is a free visual novel about a moth fairy who dreams of exploring the stars! a human ship lands, and she sets about fixing it. there’s only one ending, but the art is gorgeous! it is available on windows and mac!

seven doorways is a free experimental exploration game, which gives a new environment depending on the day of the week you play! this doesn’t directly correlate to fairies, but it has some scenery i feel you may enjoy or feel at home in! it is available on windows, mac and linux!

i hope one of those is appealing!! there’s an awful shortage of directly-fae related games. if you want to send another request with some of your interests (assuming these recommendations didnt hit their mark ;v;) youre welcome to!! 

✧ mod meow

RFA reacting to MC who is a big Killing Stalking fan


° you were re-reading Killing Stalking while sitting infront of the TV

° as captivating as the Story is, you didn´t recognize Yoosung enterd the house

° it was the chapter where Yoon Bum got hung up at the ceiling

° your entire Focus of Attention was on your Screen and  so you sqeaked in suprise as you heard Yoosung speak up

° “Hey Babe, what´re you reading?”

° oh shit, he saw

° “Ehh, just some new manwah” (^^ゞ

° please look away, please look away, please look away

° “Oh god why is he hanging from the ceiling? Isn´t his friend going to help him??”

° inside of you was the battle of telling him the truth or leaving him in his sweet, naive thoughts

° while you were in thoughts you didn´t notice him, now interested in how it might turn out, swiping to the next page

° there he met the holy glowing d*ck of Sangwoo

° “ What is he doing?! Is her jerk- is he really doing that to the other one hanging??!”

° you had the Feeling there´s a LOT of explaining to do (;´д`)ゞ

° “You see, that´s a Thing now between me and my friends.”

° what a bad lie

° it took almost an hour for you to convince him that you´re not mental unstable

° or have some weird fetish Σ(TωT)

° it takes him a while to accept that you like that kind of stuff but he has to

° nevertheless he is still worried about your mental health from time to time

° poor, uneducated, naive bby XD


° since your computer broke she was nice enough to lend you her private one

° but even with a borrowed PC you just can´t live without your weekly dosis of korean thriller-yaoi  


° but after you got a new/fixed PC you just gave Jaehee her one back without Clearing the browser-history

° which is like the worst mistake a human being can make btw

° so being the super careful office worker she is, she checked the browser history Σ( ̄□ ̄;)

° she was Born to, check browser-histories

° when she saw a link leading to a thing called killing stalking she thought about you having some serious issues


° luckily she decided to talk with you first before calling a therapist ヘ(゚∇゚ヘ)

° “Hey MC can we talk for bit ?”

° you were a Little confused, was something wrong with the computer you returned?

° “Sure, what´s up?”

° “You know, I´ve bee looking at the browser history on the other Computer. If you think about harming yourself please talk with me and we´ll find help.”

° by the end of her sentence she started to cry ( ˃̩̩⌂˂̩̩ )

° “But there´s nothing wrong with me. How can you think that.”

° you suddenly felt the urgent need to hug her and pat on her head

° “But why are you reading those things then?”

° after a second or two you got a Feeling to know what she´s talking about

° “Are you thinking of Killing Stalking?” ∑(⌒◇⌒;)

° all she could do was nod and continue sobbing

° “But that´s just the name of a manwah I´m currently reading.”

° after you said that she asked a Million questions

° why is it called Killing Stalking

° do the characters have some issues?


° so you show her……aaaaand she´s gone

° jk she just states it isn´t her type of Story and then she never talks about it again

° maybe she´s distusted……. or horrified XD

° but she still has the number of the next therapist on a sticky note inside her calender ∑(O_O;)


° he was at a rehersal so you just sat in the living room and chatted with your friend about the latest chapter of Killing Stalking

° but being the lazy-ass you are you switched to voice messages in the middle of it

° since this is thing you´re very passionate about you don´t notice somebody entering the room

° “Yeah, it was so stupid when he was like let me suck your dick -No you´re too creepy, and now he´s like didn´t you want too suck it? I mean can´t he decide?!”

° Bam!

° you heard a bag drop on the ground and then silence

° you were frozen for afew seconds and then slowly turned around

° only to see a very confused/perplexed Zen

° “Oh, hey. Didn´t know you´re finished early today babe.”

° he´s still at a loss for words and just stands in the hallway

° “What were you talking about?”

° OMG a complete sentence, that must mean he´s back to consciousness

° it then hit you that he must have heard your last message

° “Oh, just this new manwah me and my frind are currently reading. nothing special.”  ( ̄ω ̄;)

° Sure MC, sure 

° “But what for my sake is this about?”

° so you showed him a chapter, and another one, and another one

° by the time you were done explaining he was as white as his rat tail

° “ You sure you don´t need to throw up Zen?”

° “No, I´m alright.”

° he then threw up

° but since it´s fictional he doesn´t mind if you read it

° I mean he as an actor knows some fans are into weird stuff

° nevertheless you are now more conscious of your surroundings while reading those things XD


° he was in a meeting and you were in front of the conference room waiting for him

° beacuse he knew you´ll be bored he gave you his phone to entertain yourself

° your´s was still in the car with Driver kim

° so you thought why not catch up on the latest Killing Stalking chapters when you have the time now

°  but right when you were captivated by the chapter´s climax the door opend and Jumin stepped out

° to his disappointment your attention wasn´t on him but on his phone

° being the sneaky Daddy Person he is he just snatched it away from you

° “MC, please come home with me I think we need to talk about …this

° you felt like one of your worst nightmares just came true

° you were very nervous the whole ride back home and neither of you spoke a word

° by the timeyou entered the penthouse you just knew he would be nagging you nonstop about this

° “So, Jumin what do you want to talk about?”Σ(TωT)

° “Would you care and explain to me just what you were reading on my phone?!”

° to our suprise he was very calm but you somehow felt very arfaid

° “This was just this new manwah I´m reading andthe new chapters are out so I wanted to read them while I waited for you to finish your meeting and-”

° “It´s okay I wasn´t going to scold you, please don´t be afraid”

° It was only then you realized that you sounded very terrified

° “I´m sorry, I just thought you were angry at me.”

° “Why would I be angy at you I was just interested in what you were so fascinated with. But depending on the Images I saw I´d like for you to explain the plot to me.” 

° so you did as asked and when you were at the part where Yoon Bum got hang up by Sangwoo he just told you to stop XD

° “Not that I mind but should you really be reading those Storys?”

° when you told him about your Passion for it he understood that he should just leave it at that

° to your suprise he manages to get you an autograph from Koogi (the creater of Killing Stalking) and it was the best day ever

° and by day I also mean the night ( ° ʖ °) if you know what I mean


° the new chapter was out and since Seven was busy working you decided to change into fangirl-mode and read it

° bad for you Seven observed everything you did while using his wifi

° so when he was on a break he glanced on the tab where youre browser-history was displayed

° “MC why are you reading the new chapter without me?!”

° you were so suprised you almost dropped your phone on the ground

° “Don´t shoch me like that I almost dropped my phone!”

° That´s all you´re worrying about MC?

° but before you realized what he just said you already felt the matress sink in and another persons presence by your side

° “Go back to the beginning I want us to read it together. <3″

° now you were really confused (・_・ヾ

° “You know Killing Stalking?”

° “Of course I know. Who do you think I am?” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

° you just kept quiet and both of you read the new capter together

° while reading he was suprisingly concentrated and focused

° you expected him to make bad jokes every 0.07 sec, but he didn´t

° but this moment of peace only lasted till the last page

° “OMG MC did you see that glorious dick just now?”

° “Saeyoung keep you voice down Saeran is next door!”

° guess who opened the door just in that Moment

° he somehow looked a bit disappointed

° maybe he expected to see his brother without pants and looked forward to laugh about him

° as soon as he saw you being alright he left

° your head was as red as Seven´s hair and you kept throwing pillows at him

° in the meantime he just laughed his ass off

° the next time the new chapter was out you made sure to either besomewhere else or locking doors and Windows

° poor Seven ( ≧Д≦)

Dear Lord forgive me, for I have sinned

That´s it for now, maybe I´m going to add Saeran and V but I´m not sure yet       o(^▽^)o

If you enjoyed reading or are a fan /victim of Killing Stalking leave a like or a comment , which wold make me very happy (/^▽^)/

Also if you have a request for a HC don´t hesitate and just ask(。>ω<)。

Windows 7

Esta es la versión más reciente de Windows, su lanzamiento fue en el 2009. Este fue concebido como una actualización incremental de Windows Vista, lo que permite la compatibilidad de hardware y aplicaciones entre estos dos sistemas. 

En Windows 7 encontramos muchas mejoras de seguridad y estabilidad con respecto a Windows Vista, así como una interfaz de usuario simplificada y una serie de características que permiten al usuario realizar las tareas más rápido y eficiente. Entre las características nuevas del Windows 7 encontramos:

  • Mejoras en el reconocimiento de escritura a mano.
  • Soporte para discos duros virtuales.
  • Rendimiento mejorado en procesadores multinúcleo.
  • DirectAccess.
  • Nuevas versiones del Windows Media Center, Paint, Wordpad y la Calculadora.
  • Centro de Actividades de Windows, con adición de sistema de mantenimiento de PC.
  • Barra de tareas rediseñada. 
  • Implementación de Bibliotecas.
  • Modo XP, que permite ejecutar un equipo virtual de Windows XP. 

Ediciones de Windows 7:

  • Starter: Es la versión de Windows 7 con menos funcionalidades. Sin disponibilidad de versión para hardware de 64 bits. 
  • Home Basic: Versión con más funciones de conectividad y personalización, aunque su interfaz seguirá siendo incompleta como en la edición Starter. 
  • Home Premium: Además de lo anterior, se incluye Windows Media Center, el tema Aero completo y soporte para múltiples códecs de formatos de archivos multimedia. 
  • Professional: Incluye todas las funciones de la versión Home Premium más «Protección de datos» con «Copia de seguridad avanzada», red administrada con soporte para dominios, impresión en red localizada mediante Location Aware Printing y cifrado de archivos. 
  • Enterprise: Únicamente se vende por volumen bajo contrato empresarial Microsoft software Assurance. También es la única que da derecho a la suscripción del paquete de optimización de escritorio MDOP. 
  • Ultimate: Esta edición es igual a la versión Enterprise pero permitiéndose su compra en canales de venta al público general.
  • Ediciones N: Las ediciones N están disponibles para actualizaciones y nuevas compras de Windows 7 Home Premium, Professional y Ultimate. Las características son las mismas que sus versiones equivalentes, pero no incluyen Windows Media Player. 

Requisitos mínimos del sistema:

Following a conversation with @jihyunkkim and @saerancchoi on twitter. I have so many and this isn’t even all of them

What mannerisms I think Jumin and V got from spending so much time together

  • Jumin has cluster migraines and rubs his temples at his desk. When V wears shades and is feeling stressed, he will take off the shades and rub his temples.
  • Jumin parted his hair on the other side in part because he and V were mistaken for one another quite a lot when they both the same height, were basically inseparable and both had dark hair. 
  • V ruffles his own hair quite a lot to keep it out of his eyes and Jumin picked it up without realising.
  • Jumin learned how to formally enjoy wine in his etiquette classes and, even though he learned other tricks in Europe, V emulates him without realising.
  • They both keep copies of one another’s favourite books, wines, coffees etc in their respective homes, even if it means keeping a very specific brand for months or a book they’ll never read.
  • There’s a Jumin chair at V’s apartment immaculate, probably leather and a V chair soft, with a knitted blanket at Jumin’s. 
  • They also have their own designated cups, glasses and cutlery, probably.
  • Jumin accepted his apartment when he noticed it had a view.
  • ^hence why V pretends not to like it on Jumin route
  • Jumin takes his coffee to go if he’s alone. If he’s with V, he’ll automatically go and find a window.
  • V always orders something different from the restaurant menu because he knows Jumin never will.
  • Their typing habits. V is semi formal because of Jumin. Jumin picked up casual from V (which V picked up from Seven).
  • Jumin having a personal project that turns out to be a cactus sanctuary
  • Despite Jumin’s long list of preferences and opinions on the topic of tea, if he makes a stranger tea, he defaults to V’s preferences.
  • Similarly, they don’t ask one another which wine they’d like to drink or which coffee they’d like anymore. They just know.
  • V sending Jumin everything handwritten because Jumin is the only one who appreciates his chicken scratch.
  • Similarly, Jumin reading V’s messages aloud instinctively, even if they’re typewritten because he’s used to having to interpret them.
  • V saving pictures of every single cute cat he sees on the internet.
  • V making MC pancakes for the first time in Jumin’s absence and not only do they taste the same, but he lowers the plate with the same exact flourish.
  • Speaking of which, V 100% occasionally slipping French into conversation after studying there (it’s my head canon that he did ok), like saying au revoir as he left and one of those would be Bon appétit
  • And when Jumin actually cooks, my head canon is that he sometimes goes Bon appétit without thinking and no one thinks much of it but HE GOT IT FROM V YEARS AGO
  • Jumin’s constant struggle to get a good picture of V.
  • He never tried to learn proper photography because V was always there.
  • At some point they’ve absolutely met up and realised they were wearing the same sweater
  • Same taste in prospective partner
  • V annoyed at Jumin for drinking too much wine and just generally spending too much time in the office. Hangs up the phone and lights a cigarette.
  • Jumin annoyed at V for smoking too much and urging him to quit because of his health. Hangs up the phone and ignores his headache. Again.
  • V fiddles with his clothes if his hands are empty and there’s something on his mind. Jumin does the same thing with his cuff links.
  • Jumin always had a driver to take him to school and gave V a lift home quite a lot so, habitually, will let V into any given vehicle first so he gets the window seat.
  • Jaehee or Seven saying something that reminds V or Jumin of something silly they did twenty years ago.
  • Jumin and V having disagreements as kids that lasted well into adulthood, meaning that sometimes another member of the RFA will bring up a date or a band or something and cause one or both of them to roll their eyes and be like oh no not this agAIN
Who’s who on the Snicket family tree?

Lemony Snicket’s un-Authorized Autobiography provides us with the elusive author’s personal family tree. Said genealogy, however, has been the subject of much controversy over the years. To whom do these initials belong? Can said tree be extended to other families depicted in the series? Is it even supposed to make the least bit of sense? Let’s dig in.

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Pregnancy Series #7-Telling the Boys (Harry)

Harry picked up his phone and texted Niall, Liam and Louis to meet him at Galvin at Windows, at seven. They responded that they would, and Harry walked out of your bedroom.

“(Y/N), I’m going out with the boys, love,” Harry said, stopping where you were curled up on the couch.

“Don’t you look stylish,” You sleepily murmured. “Tell them I said hi?”

“I will, love,” Harry murmured, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead. He left, stepping out of the house and getting into his car. He arrived at the restaurant with a few minutes to spare, parking the car and walking in. He gave the maître d’ his name, and they guided him to a table. He waited nervously for the rest of the boys to show up, and they did, coming in one after the other.

“Hey, Harry,” Niall said, smiling at him.

“Hi, Harry,” Liam and Louis greeted. They all sat down, and ordered.

“Do you have something to tell us, Harry?” Niall inquired.

“I do, actually,” Harry said, looking at the three of them. “(Y/N) and I are expecting a baby.”

“Congratulations!” Liam exclaimed.  

“That’s great news,” Louis said, smiling brightly.

“Wow, that’s amazing,” Niall said. “I’m happy for the two of you.”

“Thank you, guys,” Harry quietly said, wrapping his fingers around his water glass.

“Have you told your Mum yet?” Liam inquired.

“She was one of the first people we told. She didn’t take it too well,” Harry quietly said.

“She’ll come around, Harry,” Niall said. “She was probably just shocked.”

“I hope so,” Harry replied.

“How’s (Y/N) feeling?” Liam asked, taking a sip of water. “Been having morning sickness yet?”

“A bit. She’s excited, as well.” Harry murmured. Their dinner soon arrived, and they ate, talking a bit in between bites. When they finished, all the boys gave him a hug, and then they went home. Harry arrived to find you curled up where he’d left you, fast asleep on the couch.

“(Y/N), love, wake up,” Harry quietly said, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“Hi, Harry,” You sleepily murmured, blinking up at him.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Harry replied, smiling at you. “Let’s go up to bed, shall we?”

You nodded, getting off the couch and sleepily walking upstairs. Harry followed closely behind you, in case you stumbled, until you made it safely to bed. He pulled the covers over you, before getting changed and getting into bed next to you. You moved closer to him, leaning your head against his chest. Harry smiled, holding you close, before drifting off to sleep.

Written by Angel xx

let me tell you about the sunshine girl.
you can see her when your eyelids flutter shut, after long days of giving yourself away she is there to lend herself to you in the simplest of ways. she will not let you decline. kindness radiates from each atom in her body. you can’t help but wonder how a single girl is the embodiment of the solar system.
and the stars, you see them in her eyes, the way they bring brightness as a gift to the banquet of the night, there is no present like a galaxy. the sun is a star but it is our star, her star, your star.
she is the power behind each flower in the garden, the driving force behind the striking color palette of each petal. the love in the leaves that brings them together, the strength in each stem that allows them to reach for the stars.
and the dim morning sun behind the window pane, the seven am wakeup call, the most subtle alarm clock that nature will provide. whisper, darling, a tap on my shoulder, you can see her with your eyes closed, you will know she rises. she will wait for you every day.
i am in love with the sunshine girl.
—  sunshine girl

zen-harunyandere  asked:

Hey there can I ask a fic abt Zen x MC when MC successfully kidnapped by unknown and brainwashed, then Zen rescue her? And what will he do to make her back to herself? Thanks! XD

Gosh im so sorry for the long wait lol I hope you like this!
*Mc is a female in this fic so she/her pronounces 😬*

Zens POV

The care ride was silent. We all didn’t know what to say or even how to feel. We were on our way to the people, no, the monsters who took the love of my life. How did I let this happen?? I was supposed to protect her, assure her everything was going to be alright. Convince her that she was save with me. Tell her that I’d do anything to keep her save. But I failed. Because that’s the kind of fuck up I am. What kind of man am I? Am I even a real men if I can’t protect the one person I love the most in the whole world? No. Definitely not. But right now it’s not the time to think about myself. I need to think about the plan I’ve made with Seven.

“Don’t forget to act calm and let me handle the biggest part, we do not know what they’ve done to her so maybe there’s a chance that she isn’t the MC we know.”

As much as I wanted to disagree there was a part of me that knew there was a big chance that she wouldn’t even remember me. maybe that’s my punishment for not protecting her.

“This question is over rated but I feel like asking it anyway, how do you feel?”

That’s a question I couldn’t even answer myself. How do I feel? I feel angry but also devastated. And there’s also a weird feeling in my chest that I can’t describe.

I look at seven out the corner of my eye. “ When do we get there?”

I want to be where she is and hold her in my arms. I want to save her, I want her to cry on my shoulder telling me how scared she was. I want her to be with me again.

“We’re close, try to calm yourself a bit you won’t be a good help if you can’t think straight.” Seven isn’t the serious type but I was too busy with thinking about her to pay attention to it.

I try to do as he says. I turn my head towards the widow. There’s trees everywhere. But wasn’t their base somewhere in the mountains?

“Their base is at the end of this forest. Once we’re there stick to the plan okay? I don’t want unnecessary things to happen. We grab MC and get the hell out of there understand?”

I keep looking out the window. I hear what sevens saying but my throat is too dry to speak.

“No beating up the bad guys” he says

“not this time” I mumble.

We’re here. The person I love the most is somewhere in here. I need to find her but seven is holding me back. Not that I can blame him.

“Okay I can see where she is, I’m going inside to get her you stay right here don’t go anywhere if I’m not back in an hour drive away.”

“ I’m not going away without MC Seven” I sigh.

“ I know zen but we won’t know what happened to her, we might be-”

“ NO DONT SAY THAT DAMMIT” I yell while kicking the car.

“ alright Zen”
After 30 minutes I saw two figures running towards me. I jump out the car

“MC! Mc are you okay”

She doesn’t even look at me. Her hair looks wild and she lost some weight as wel. I feel like I’m boiling. What have those monsters done to her?


Seven pulled me inside and sped off.

I look at the woman next to me. She’s trembling, wide eyes and has some scratches on her face.


I’m shocked. What have they done to her?


I try to reach out to her but when I do she flinches and starts to panic.


“ shhh, shh mc it’s me, it’s zen you’re save my love I’m here.”

She looks at me and it seems as if she’s calming down. Sudden she clenches onto me and starts to cry.

“ zen I don’t want them to hurt you.”

There’s tears in her eyes. Her eyes are red and puffy. She probably hasn’t stopped crying since she got kidnapped.

“ they won’t hurt me and I won’t let them hurt you mc”

She looks as if she’s calmed down. There’s still fear in her eyes but I can see some hope in them as well.

“ Zen, I knew you’d come for me”

I’m holding her, as if she’s made of porcelain. Never wanting to let her go.

“ I’ll always be here no matter what”

anonymous asked:

what wld u say are some like staple films that u think everyone should see ?

thats quite hard to answer and i’m sure i’ve forgotten some but these are the films i really do think everyone should see…:

Battleship Potemkin (1925)

Metropolis (1927)

La Grande Illusion (1937)

The Wizard of Oz (1939)

Citizen Kane (1941)

Double Indemnity (1944)

Kind Hearts and Coronets (1949)

Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday (1953)

Rear Window (1954)

Seven Samurai (1954)

Vertigo (1958)

North by Northwest (1959)

8½ (1963)

Dr. Strangelove (1964)

A Hard Day’s Night (1964)

The Graduate (1967)

Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)

A Clockwork Orange (1971)

The Godfather (1972)

Badlands (1973)

The Godfather Part II (1974)

Jaws (1975)

Taxi Driver (1976)

Apocalypse Now (1979)

Blade Runner (1982)

Scarface (1983)

Blue Velvet (1986)

Raising Arizona (1987)

The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

Reservoir Dogs (1992)

Pulp Fiction (1994)

Toy Story (1995)

Fargo (1996)

Trainspotting (1996)

L.A. Confidential (1997)

Memento (2000)

Spirited Away (2001)

No Country for Old Men (2007)

Drive (2011)

The Artist (2011)

Moonrise Kingdom (2012)

Whiplash (2014)

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)

Inside Out (2015)

Character: 707
Word: Thunderstorms
Style: Fanfiction
**includes spoilers**
Click clack click clack click clack.
Those were the only sounds MC has been hearing for the past couple of hours.
That’s right, hours.
Frankly, she was starting to get sick of the sounds coming from 707 as he sat in the corner with his laptop, his slim fingers gliding over the keys.
Just yesterday 707 had rushed over to the apartment in panic, saying things like: “I don’t care about the agency, she’s in danger and she’s like top priority!”
He risked his life to get to the apartment, and faced quite the shock when he saw that “Unknown” was actually his younger twin brother, Saeran. Ever since that incident, Seven had isolated himself and stayed in his small corner.
MC laid on her bed, watching the red head work silently as time ticked by. She opened her mouth to call his name, but stopped herself. He definitely didn’t want her distracting him while he was working. The brunette pouted a little before opening her phone and dialing his number.
“…what? Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?” The irritation in his voice could be heard quite clearly, causing MC to flinch a little.
“I know…I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to sleep.”
“Go ahead. That doesn’t have anything to do with me, you didn’t need to call me.”
“I know…sorry, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
A long pause.
“…Okay. Good night.”
MC smiled a little, noticing the change in his voice as his tone softened. Even if he claimed that he was different from what she thought, there were still parts of him that were the same. She hung up the phone before crawling under the blankets, taking one last look at Seven before she closed her eyes and drifted off to the sound of his fingers against the keyboard.
MC’s eyes opened slowly; her body was still a bit numb as she tried to process her surroundings. The room was completely dark except for the glow of 707’s computer screen. Why was he still awake? She rubbed her eyes, “Seve-”
Suddenly a loud cracking sound exploded in the sky, and a flash of light danced across the room. She heard a small whimper coming from the far end of the room and she realized that she hadn’t heard sound of clacking keys ever since she woke up. The thunder clapped several more times as the brunette covered her ears. Her eyes widened a little bit as she saw small movement from the corner of the room. Something wasn’t right. She couldn’t put a finger on it, but a bad feeling began to creep up her spine.
“Seven. What’re you doing?”
The familiar yet slightly shaky voice replied back, “Go to sleep.”
MC frowned before getting out of bed and walking towards him, her footsteps matching the sound of water against the window.
“Seven what’s wrong?” She murmured softly, getting closer and closer to him.
“Go away.”
His voice sounded dry and hoarse. She could tell that his nose was stuffy from the nasally tone. Had he been crying?
MC didn’t know about 707’s past with Saeran. About their abusive mother and harsh childhood. About the endless nights of going to sleep with bruises and no dinner, or about the days when there were thunderstorms, where Seven would hug Saeran and stroke his hair as they stayed in the corner crying silently into each other’s shoulders. She didn’t know any of this, but she knew she that seeing Seven cry was the most heartbreaking thing she’d ever experienced.
“Seven, please I-”
She shook her head before kneeling down beside him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close.
Seven wanted to resist. He wanted to push her away and run out of the room… but he didn’t. His body would move as she embraced him, and all of a sudden he felt his swollen eyes getting hot again as warm tears trailed down his wet cheeks. MC closed her eyes as her hand began to stroke his head, her fingers running through his soft messy hair.
“It’s okay…I’m here for you…”
Hearing those simple words, Seven felt the heavy lock on him fall off as his body began to shake and his sobs began to rack against his chest.
“I-I’m so scared…it’s all my fault and I can’t do anything about it…I hate myself. I hate myself so so much,” he whimpered, letting her rest his head against her chest.
“Even if you hate yourself, I’ll always love you. I’ll love you for you. I’ll love you just because I do. If you can’t love yourself, then I’ll do it for you. I’ll do it for you until you can do it yourself…”
He closed his eyes, breath shaky as he listened to the sound of her heart beating. She was alive and warm, and that was all that mattered.
“But when will I be able to forgive myself?” He asked quietly, his tears beginning to dry up.
“I don’t know. I don’t know, but we’ll get there together somehow. I know we will,” the brunette gently places her lips onto his forehead.
They stayed there in silence, listening to the sound of thunder and rain.
“Somewhere out there…Saeran is crying.”
“How do you know?”
“I can feel it…it’s a twin thing,” Seven jokes a little, chuckling softly as his breathing began to return to normal. “Saeran hates thunderstorms. He’s scared of them because they remind him of our mother. I would always hug him to distract him from the sound of thunder…but now I’m not there for him. I haven’t been there for him in so long…” He paused to take a deep breath. “All this time…he’d been through thunderstorms all by himself. He doesn’t have anyone…”
A long minute passed before they continued.
“He’s not alone, Seven. Not anymore. He has us now…we’ll find him and we’ll bring him home. We can all be together, eating your Honey Buddha…playing with the robo Cat…laughing with each other through the thunderstorms…”
She waited for him to respond, but never heard it. Seven had fallen asleep, his unkempt hair covering his eyes as his head drooped a little and his chest rose in steady beats. She smiled and closed her eyes, leaning against him as she drifted off to join him.
((Sorry if this was bad or not what you wanted…I was in the mood for a sad fic. I probably made alot of spelling or grammar mistakes since I’m typing this on my phone before bed, but I hope it was okay! When I read your prompt the first thought that came to my head was…what if 707 was the one that hated thunderstorms instead of MC? That reminds me. I have no idea what to call her….should I just stick with MC? This is my first Mystic messenger Fanfic I hope it wasn’t too bad T_T))

smowkie  asked:

"#also i am thirsty for some ballerina!Stiles #like secret dancer Stiles that nobody except scott knew he practice twice a week" I mean, I dont think anyone would mind if you wrote a fic or a headcanon about it... just saying. ;) ♥ (ilu and I've missed you, but i hope you had a great time and that you're doing well despite the world being horrible and people like trump & pence existing)

Here my dear :) I tried! This was written really fast during the night, so I’m sorry for the crappy quality. Hope you enjoy this little headcanon anyway :D

Originally posted by englishballetandtea

Originally posted by redfar

(Thank you to the great Sergei Polunin, who will always be the perfect dancer!Stiles to me. You can find one of his video here. Enjoy :p)

There was a black and white picture at his nana’s house, small and slightly crooked, lost in an old frame. Stiles was only a kid when his grandmother took it off the piano to show to him for the first time.  
The girl inside the picture was tiny, thin, with dark hair severely pulled back in a tight bun. Her face was turned to the side, her arms held high over her head in a graceful arch. She was wearing a tutu but the other details of her silhouette were blurred into yellow hues by the years.

Fascinated, Stiles sat near his nana and listened to stories of her youth in Russia. Of cold winters and women with warm blood and laughter. Of the peaceful studio with its dark wood and unending mirrors, and of the beautiful girls and boys that worked there every day to turn their bodies into art.
His nana kept getting more pictures out of old books, clips of newspapers in an unknown language or beautifully lit shots of dancers on stage. In the photographs, she was only a young girl, frail and beautiful and flying with the grace of a bird.

That’s how it all started.

In his nana’s living room, with her standing tall and proud on her old, damaged feet. At seventy years, she still looked tiny and weak, but she spun him around the room without effort, her feet quick and light. Her white hair floated and her smile was the most beautiful thing Stiles had ever seen.
On the sofa, his dad was clumsily trying to hum some classic melody, all eagerness and no rhythm. His mom laughed at them all and clapped, her enthusiasm and happiness intoxicating the room.

At five years old, Stiles bought his first ballet shoes. They were tiny, shiny and pink, and they didn’t make a sound when he walked shyly into Ms Muller’s dance studio. The wood in the room was bright and glossy, and light spilled all over the floor from gigantic windows. They were only seven other kids in the room, and all of them were girls.

Stiles didn’t care.

Ms Muller’s hands were strict and demanding, never treating them like the children they were, but her voice was warm and full of compliments. The weeks passed, and while Stiles started to tame his body into the foundations of grace, his brain stopped trying so hard to pull him in every direction at once.

In the studio, in the middle of the terse French words, the glittering music and the soft sounds of slippers on wood, Stiles discovered for the first time what peace felt like.

At seven, he swirled on the playground, arms held high in the air like his nana’s pictures. A kid pushed him hard into the mud with a sneer before calling his other friends to laugh at him.
From there on, Stiles decided to keep his love for ballet and his school life separate.
Scott was the only point of intersection. From the first moment they met, Scott was sincerely interested. He came to many of Stiles’ practices, sitting quietly in a corner of the studio and looking at them with big, brilliant eyes. Ms Muller often tried to convince him to join but Scott always refused, blushing and babbling excuses about his asthma.
The girls still got him to dance with them sometimes, dragging him along to join them in silly warming exercises. Scott once received Ms Muller’s congratulations on his fourth position and Scott had beamed at midair for three days straight.
Then, Stiles’ mom left them after months of terror and tears.
And Stiles danced.
He danced in the studio, in the dirt of the forest, between the suffocating walls of his room.
He danced for hours, pushing, bending his body.
He twirled fast enough to keep the world spinning, jumped high enough to keep breathing, learned to bow low enough to keep from breaking.
At night, his feet bled, his knees screamed in constant pain and his body turned into one big hurt.

But his mind was blank and he was able to sleep.
He didn’t dare ask for more.

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{Chapter: 2/?
Word Count: 3,130
Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Kenma Kozume, Yaku Morisuke, mentions of Lev Haiba, Sugawara Koushi, Asahi Azumane, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryunosuke, Bokuto Kotaro, Akaashi Keiji, Kiyoko Shimizu, and others.
Pairings: N/A}

{A/N: OHBOY I finally finished it!! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long! Volleyball and school have been kicking my ass and I literally have 0 energy when I get home most days ahaha ^.^” But ya’ll have been reminding me this story exists and that’s been my motivation tbh. So, without further ado, another chapter of Heal for @craziiwolf‘s KageHina Winged AU! Feat. Kuroo, Yaku, and Kenma as the main characters this chapter.}

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