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I was the one to reach out to you. I tried to fix what you broke. I tried to give you one more chance. After months of waiting, I still haven’t gotten a response. I wish you would have wanted to talk things out, or at the very least screamed at me, told me it was my fault, spewed hatred at me, or called me stupid for even trying to fix this. At least then, I would have had closure. At least then, I could go to sleep every night thinking, “It wouldn’t have worked out.” But, instead, I got nothing. Just an empty chasm of nothingness. I wish, more than anything, you would’ve just called me back and barraged me with your ballads of hatred, because your silence is so much louder.

anonymous asked:

I just got some really, really bad news. Can I get some tooth rottingly sweet drarry fluff to try and balance it out? ❤️

Draco is not a sappy person.  Absolutely not.  

He most definitely doesn’t keep all the anniversary and Christmas cards Harry has ever given him in a hidden drawer in his desk.  Nor does he circle the days they will  see each other on his calendar in invisible ink lest his nosy secretary accidentally see.

He definitely does not carry a picture of the two of them from their first Christmas together in his, smiling and laughing and looking free, in his wallet,  enchanted to look like a business card should anyone but him look at it.  

And he definitely, definitely is not head over heals in love with Harry Potter.

So when he goes into Waldrick’s Wizarding Wares and Fine Jewelry that Tuesday afternoon it is only look because he is not a man of rash decisions.  He’d simply seem an attractive gold band glimmering in the window and decided to have a look is all.

When he leaves the shoppe two hours later his wallet is considerably lighter and his robe pocket feels extraordinarily heavy, especially for for such a small box.  He slips his hand inside his pocket, wrapping it around the box and letting his thumb caress the smooth velvet.  His heart feels too big and his courage too small.  He most definitely is not proposing to Harry.

He carries the box in his pocket for exactly 87 days.  In fact he almost convinces himself he means not to do it too, because they’ve got a great thing going and he will not be the one to muck it up.  He simply will not risk it.

Until the 88th day.

Harry sleeps over and when Draco awakes the next morning it is to the glorious sight of Harry splayed across his bed, his legs tangled in the sheets and his body radiating a warmth that Draco finds intoxicating.  His hair is a complete disaster and his mouth hangs open just a bit, his entire body heavy with sleep.  He looks so relaxed, so at peace and something in Draco breaks in that moment at the idea of Harry ever leaving.  He thinks of the nights Harry is gone and he clings to the empty sheets inhaling his scent and wishing he were here.    

And then Harry is rolling over towards him, a smile spreading across his face before he even opens his eyes as he presses his lips against Draco’s neck in a gentle kiss.

“Marry me?” Draco whispers.

Harry pulls back with a jump, his eyes bright and perhaps a little hopeful. “Are you serious?”

“If I hadn’t been serious I wouldn’t have asked,” Draco replies shortly, a bit of insecurity creeping back in.  Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all.

“But when we first got together you said you’d never get married,” Harry says, and Draco isn’t sure if its a statement or a question but he feels Harry’s hands trembling and understands that he is not the only one unsure.

“I say a lot of things I don’t mean.  Now is not one of those times.  I don’t want you to leave.  Ever.  I don’t want you come to my flat or me go to yours; I want a place that’s ours.  I don’t want to ever see you walking away and not know that you’re coming back to me every time.  I love you, Harry, and I don’t say it enough.  But I do, with everything I am.  You make me a better man and I want you as mine.  Forever.  Please say yes.”

“Yes!” Harry all but yells, pinning him down against the bed.  “Fuck yes,” Harry says again and Draco doesn’t even have time to consider the shakiness in Harry’s voice because Harry is kissing him as if he might actually die if he stops; desperate and demanding and consuming.

Hours later, when Harry is asleep again, Draco traces a heart on the bare skin of Harry’s back, memorizing the way he’d looked when he’d said yes and he thinks that perhaps he might just be a little bit sappy.

Berserk and Amon

Since :Re began (and even earlier, really), it feels like Ishida is making intentional references to the manga “Berserk” within Amon’s story arc. The most obvious evidence of all actually begins with Seidou… 

Now, this gross meat pile isn’t only a meat pile. It looks really similar to the Behelit from Berserk.

Though Ishida could’ve simply been going for a horror element here, the meat that Amon was originally given to eat had no faces. It was just a pile of human meat that was successfully presented as horrifying without further visual impact. Furthermore, the Crimson Behelit offers the chance for one of Berserk’s main characters to leave his humanity behind in exchange for his flesh, blood, and family…and Seidou changed after consuming the meat he was given (implied to be the meat of his family members). The Behelit is active when its eyes are open, too, so it seems like this reference was probably intentional. 

Of course, just one reference isn’t enough to build a theory off of. Fortunately, there are more! The gross meat pile makes its return in the latest chapter…

Though it no longer has the characteristic egg-shape. It is however, something that haunts Amon. It also looks like something that haunts Guts, a character with a lot of eery similarities to Amon.

The disgusting demon baby that follows Guts and Caska around is representative of his trauma, his guilt, and his fears. It isn’t harmful by itself and, at times, is actually helpful. This is well in-line with what human meat represents to Amon.

The demon baby is eventually consumed by a Behelit and is used to “change the world”, as per the wish of an (explicitly reference to be) empty man. Considering the context this image was brought up in, and keeping in mind Amon’s desire to change the world, it seems that this reference is intentional. 

Still, more evidence is required before people can really start drawing parallels between Guts’ arc in Berserk and Amon’s in Tokyo Ghoul. Luckily for me, people have been speculating about their similarities for quite some time and so panels are easy to find. 

1. 
Both characters wield a frankly ridiculously huge weapon that they inherited from a friend. The weapon requires a massive amount of strength to use and is unique to them. 

2. 
They both lost an arm. 

3. 
The Arata armour looks almost exactly like Guts’ armour. Both sets of armour are taxing for their user to operate, but were necessary to fight enemies much stronger than themselves.

4. 
They both wind up having the aesthetic of a “Dark Knight”. As a “knight”, they wind up saving young girls who later return the favour and help bring them down from a monstrous take-over by their armour without killing them. 

(Amon rescues Saiko in full armour, ffs)

5.
Suffered a massive betrayal at the hands of a father figure. Killed many people for said father-figure (as children!!!!) and developed an obsession with perpetuating this cycle. Also: both orphans.

6. 
A cross to bear ie. Amon’s cross and Guts’ mark (both on their necks, both meant to never let them escape from their past, both with massive religious connotations) 

7. 
Their whole look. The entire thing. Half-ghoul Amon looks so much like Guts.

There’s also the “near constant state of hatred towards a world they perceive as wrong” thing and the “fail to learn from their mistakes” thing and the “is basically no longer human” thing alongside the “awkward beautiful man who doesn’t know how to deal with women” thing. 

TLDR: Guts and Amon share a lot of characteristics and this latest chapter brought it up again so I couldn’t help but make a compilation post. 

Let Me // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: prince jungkook au where he always comes into the kitchen for late night snacks and y/n is new to the kitchen staff. soon they become friends and maybe something more. (definitely something more who am i trying to kid)(also request was rlly long so i summarized it)

words: 3820

category: fluff + once again, fond!kookie

author note: never apologize for long requests bc that is how i survive. also, someone seriously needs to stop me from writing about fond jungkook bc ya girl can’t get enough. anyway, please enjoy!

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Had quite the vivid dream last night where there was an extra world in DDD where you had to fight a giant spider-mantis thing in a room with specifically 3 pillars with light shining between them as either Riku while Sora’s still passed out and taken by the Norts and as Sora post-game. 

Once the boss was defeated, it was revealed the world manifests as the wants of the other dreamer, and Sora found himself back on Destiny Islands but in one specific house he’s never seen but felt a sense of familiarity, and he finds out it’s a house he and Riku share years into the future as spouses.
He also finds hints that all the other trios were reunited. There was also a part where, after both he and Riku are awake, he vaguely teases him about said wants.
Sora also finds an series of rooms where everyone who’s asleep and are connected to his hearts are standing and he can see what their wants were. Ventus wanted to wake up and find Terra and Aqua whereas what was left of Vanitas simply wished to escape wherever he could. Roxas and Xion’s areas were empty, as they have little belief in their rights to further exist.

Riku, on the flipside, fights the boss and goes into a musical number about Sora all Disney-style for some bizarre reason after fighting the spider-mantis and wanders around a Destiny Islands set in the future where all the Trios are together and there are various souvenirs from other worlds strewn about the town. Riku can’t interact with anyone, sort of being like a floating consciousness watching everything. He also couldn’t find a trace of Sora anywhere, which he chalked up to him being on some new adventure. 

I dunno man, but I woke up convinced this was a legitimate thing that happened in-game it was that vivid. I sketched a few scenes bc why not lmao

Don’t repost or use or anything pls

anonymous asked:

i need something on isak in a redbull hype 😂😂😂

dfghjk your wish is my command

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The bed was empty.

Even cracked an eye open, wincing against the bright light and picking his head for just a couple of centimeters to conclude that-

Yeah, the bed was in fact, empty. Even dropped his head back down and closed his eyes again. He hadn’t been sleeping well (what with a hot boyfriend and new apartment and various facets of his life being spilled in weird ways and all) and he’d take any few moments of peace he could grasp.

Of course- that’s when the crashing sounds started. 

Son of a bitch.

Even jolted. Because the bed was empty and things were crashing and that was not a good combination.

Even groaned, “Isak?” 

A few seconds of blessed silence and, “Yeah? Hi baby! Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to, but the pots and pans were stacked on top of each other- why do you do that when we have an empty cabinet- and I was going to make breakfast because if I look at the fucking notes anymore I might actually combust.”

That might just be the most Even has ever heard out of Isak in a single breath.

And he’s not done. “I’m also boiling some water for tea because apparently just putting warm tap water isn’t enough. I just watched like 7 tutorials on it, so I think I have it down now. Suck it Sana.” And then lower; a whisper to himself, “That was fucking rude, Isak. Sorry Sana.”

Even heaved himself out of bed and pads to the kitchen, where Isak was not only showered and dressed (showered and dressed before 7am what the fuck), but he had this obnoxious grin on his face and the kitchen is in shambles.

Honestly it looked like the last time Even had a manic episode when his mom walked in on him icing seventeen homemade gingerbread houses. At 3am.

“Hi,” Even said suspiciously, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “What’s going on? I thought we were going to get some sleep because you have your test this morning.”

“Ah,” Isak snorted, “Sleep is for the weak. I had like 3 red bulls instead.”

“You what?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Isak grabbed the carton of eggs from the refrigerator and started cracking, “I googled it- perfectly safe if I’m not an avid red bull drinker. Which I’m not.”

Isak stopped in the middle of cracking an egg, before throwing the whole thing, shell and all into the little bowl, “Actually, screw breakfast.”

He turned around and started for his sleep rumpled boyfriend. “There is something else we can be doing with all of this time.”

Even backed up, “Whoa whoa, Speed Racer. You have a test in a couple of hours and honestly, I’m worried that if we get you going you might have a heart attack.”

“A heart attack?” Isak let out a peel of laughter, but dutifully backed up and pulled out another two pans, “You’re being dramatic. But I can make pancakes instead. Sex or chocolate chip pancakes- either way I’m a winner.”

“Right,” Even dragged a hand through his hair, “Okay. This is what we are going to do. You,” he grabbed Isak’s shoulders and sat him down at the table, in front of his notebook, “are going to read all of your notes to me out loud. I am going to…” he eyed the destruction in the kitchen, “salvage something. And then I am going to throw out every single can of Red Bull I find.”

“Mmmhmm,” Isak mumbled, already engrossed in his notes and tapping his pencil against the table at a hundred miles per hour, “But I have to be honest, I think I’m reading colors now. This is a trip.”

Because everyone should celebrate the fact that such an amazing person was born.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @pratinahat-xiii !

I was a bit rusty but, at least I managed to draw them all in time! Raising my glass in hopes that all of your own wishes and dreams come true - soon, too! You’re worth it all and more. Here are all your faves in one picture! :3