wow he has ruined my life


He never looked for you.

He says that he didn’t think he could handle finding you.

And that’s fair.

a drawing for @purplepurpleunicornsparkle‘s fic, drive it home with one headlight, which has been ruining my life ever since she started to write it

if you’ve been sleeping on this fic, please don’t, it’s incredible good and real and heartwretching and cathartic, and the ending is great, so now is a good time to check it out because shit’s going down

Save Me

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

Chapter 1: Second Time? - Chapter 2: Awake - Chapter 3: First Love - Chapter 4: Mama - Chapter 5: Reflection - Chapter 6: Lie - Chapter 7: Stigma - Chapter 8: Begin - Chapter 9: Taken - Chapter 10: Torture - Chapter 11: The Plan - Chapter 12: The Escape

Reader X Jungkook

Mental Hospital AU


Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. We did take their personalities and match as best we can with illnesses, however we do not claim that the boys from BTS have these mental illnesses! Also, we did as much research as we can on each disorder. We are not meaning to offend anyone who has these illnesses at all. ALSO, WE DO KNOW BTS CHANGED THEIR ENGLISH NAME TO BEYOND THE SCENE BUT WE’RE USING BULLETPROOF BOYSCOUTS CAUSE IT FITS THE STORY BETTER.

Trigger warning: Mentions of mental illness, hospitals, self harm, suicide attempt and abuse. Both Gaisho and I recommend, if you feel like you need to go to the hospital for ANY reason, please don’t be afraid to do so. It can help. If you EVER feel like you need to talk to anyone, vent, or need advice on anything, please do not hesitate to msg us! We’ve been through it all.

Chapter 1: Second Time?:

        “The Ambulance is on its way,” your foster mother sighs as she sits down in front of you.

        You look out the window of the living room, your body shaking as you hold the blood stained towel to your arms. The expressionless look on your face tells her you’re either not paying attention or you don’t really care.

        “Hunny, this is the second time this week you’ve done this.” She looks at you with worry.

         You don’t even glance her way making her sigh again. ‘Second time this week? What is she talking about?’

        She stares at you when suddenly she yells out in frustration, startling you. “Why do you do this, Y/N?! You always act like you’re not ever here! Like your mind is somewhere else and then you go and do something like this! Don’t you think that after every other foster family passed you off, you would have stopped by now?!”

        You stare at her wide-eyed, but continued to stay silent. Why argue with someone you weren’t even sure was real? Your head turns back to the window, making your foster mother throw her hands up in defeat. You hear in the distance the sirens from the ambulance. Suddenly your vision starts to turn black as your consciousness fades.

        You start to regain consciousness. Loud sirens go off as you are jostled around. You try to look around and figure out where you are.

        “Ahhh, there she is! Thought we lost you for a second,” says the front driver as he gives a smile in your direction.

        “W-what?” you stutter, completely confused. You lazily look around trying to refocus your vision. You are able to make out a bunch of medical equipment and you feel yourself strapped to a gurney.

        “Yeah, you lost a lot of blood back there. But, luckily we were able to control the bleeding and you should be alright,” says the driver, as he stays focused on the road.

        The other man in the passenger side leans in to whisper to the driver, “Dude, this is the second time this week.”

        ‘Second time this week? What do they mean?’ You blankly stare outside the window of the rig. You’re not sure what to think, there are no other words on your mind. However, you start to slowly doze off.

         Time passes. You wake up to the noise of beeping machines around you. You shift your heavy body to sit up and see where you are. ‘The hospital? Why am I here?’

        You see a man and a woman talking to a doctor outside the doorway of your room. Disappointment filled their eyes as the doctor walks away. They quickly enter your room and the woman gets uncomfortably close to your face.

        “Seriously, Y/N? This is the second time this week, let alone how many times this MONTH! You realize how much of an inconvenience you’ve been?” says the angry woman. ‘Who is she and why is she so close to my face? Are they…Are they my parents?’

        The woman sighs and crosses her arms, taking a step back. “Stop giving me that look! You look really stupid right now. You know what, I’m done. There’s a reason why you’ve bounced around so much in the foster system. I can’t do this anymore.” With those words she storms out of the room. The man that was with her looks at you with sadness and follows suit.

        ‘Well, that was interesting’. Confused by her statement you cock your head. Just then the same doctor as before comes into the room. “Hi there, my name is Dr. Samuels. I am going to ask you a series of questions and then we’ll go from there. Is that okay?” You give the man a small nod.

        “Good. Do you know where you are?” You nod your head, not speaking, although your eyes wander.

        “Do you know why you’re here?” You start to nod, but you end up shaking your head fairly hard and start to clench your eyes closed.

        “Y/N, you attempted suicide. You had cut your wrists pretty badly. It seems like you knew what you were doing with the way you cut. You also left a note for your foster parents.” You start to nervously scratch your neck and with your other hand you clench the railing of the cart, not making eye contact with the doctor.

        He notices the beginnings of an anxiety attack, but continues anyway, “based on your history of suicide attempts, chronic depression, bipolar behavior, derealization disorder and dissociative amnesia, I had recommended to your foster parents that it would be wise to put you in an inpatient facility to get you back up on your feet. We’re working on you getting processed right now. The psychologist will be coming in to talk to you soon. It’s going to be alright, Y/N.”

        Your face shows no sign of life as you slump into the stiff mattress. ‘Who am I? Who are these people? Attempted suicide? I don’t understand! I can’t remember a damn thing!’

        You start to scream and thrash. “NO! NO! NO! GET ME OUT OF HERE! AHHHHHH!” Nurses immediately rush to your side and try to hold you down. The doctor quickly hands over a syringe to the nurse and orders for you to be sedated. Though you fight them, you feel the pinch in your arm and the room around you starts to fade away into darkness.

        Once again you slowly come to, but this time you’re in a wheelchair. You try to move your arms and legs, but they’re tightly strapped in. You sigh in defeat, clearly not getting anywhere. You look up to notice a very unusually happy woman.

        “Hi there! Welcome to one of the best behavioral facilities in the nation: ‘Be Free Behavioral’.” The woman speaking to you is quirky and extremely smiley. It actually annoys you and slightly creeps you out. You just give her a grim facial expression as she continues to talk to you.

        “At ‘Be Free Behavioral’, we encourage all of our patients to freely express themselves during the process of healing. Hence our name, ‘Be Free’, hehe, get it?” She says with an intense smile.

        “Yeah, I don’t feel like I’m ‘free’ here,” you raise a brow as you look down at your restraints.

        “Haha! You’re so funny! C’mon now, it’s time for proper introductions!” The lady pushes you into the lounge where you’re surrounded by several other patients. Your hands clench the arm rests of the wheelchair as your eyes rapidly survey the room. You try to relax your breathing. You are not usually around this many people at once.

        “Alright everyone! We have a newbie here with us today! Hehe. Let’s all go around the room and state our names. Remember, no last names!” This lady is way too perky for your liking. “Let’s start from the left side of the room and work our way around. Shall we?” She motions to a cluster of seven good-looking men.

        Something about their presence makes you feel at ease. Your eyes move to the first one.

        “Hi, I’m Rap Monster, ah I mean Namjoon, haha. You can call me either name!” the purple-haired boy cracks a sweet smile. His dimples make you blush.

        “Ah, I’m Yoongi, but everyone calls me Suga. It’s nice to meet you,” his eyes smile, though his face remains fairly expressionless. His skin was ivory soft, and it paired well with the black hair with blue highlights.

        The next boy with light brown hair with salmon pink highlights butts in with a lot of energy, “Hi! I’m so happy to meet you. My name is Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi. I hope we can be good friends!” The very smiley boy was full of life, but that didn’t turn you away. Actually his demeanor made you feel more light-hearted.

        Next up was this cocky boy with darker brown hair. “And my name is Jin! I’m the good-looking one of the bunch. I’m really the only one you should try to remember, HA, HA, HA!” ‘Wow, this boy really cut to the chase about how he feels about himself’. His introduction makes you giggle. You also notice the others shake their heads and roll their eyes.

        “Jin, you ruin everything. Ah, my name is Jimin! I hope we make you feel more welcomed here,” he smiles and puts up a peace sign. It was very adorable.

        Coming down to the last few of the group, a light brown-haired boy speaks next. His voice is a bit deeper like the first two, “Hi, uh, my name is Taehyung, but you can call me Tae or even V. That’s what my hyung’s and dongsaeng call me.” He smiles more so with his lips without baring his teeth. His smile was sweet and comforting.

        Finally, it was the last boy to say his name. All of a sudden he became really reserved and shy. He didn’t even look at you when he says his name in a low whisper, “J-jungkook. That’s my name.” He hides behind Taehyung like a little boy. Your lips crack a smile for the first time since you arrived and chuckle at his cuteness. ‘He must not be too familiar with talking to girls’.

        There were others sounding off their names, but you don’t hear the rest because you’re so focused on the first seven boys. They stood out more to you out of everyone else here. Your memory is still foggy, you still don’t understand the events that lead you to be in this situation. You barely even knew who you were, who your parents were, or anything really. But even with all of that, those boys seem to have welcomed you with no issues, making you feel slightly more at ease.

        The overly happy woman claps her hands. “Wonderful! Now, why don’t you tell everyone your name and a little bit about yourself,” she motions to you.

       At first you weren’t really sure what to say. You bite your lip and start to tap nervously on the armrest. “I-I…I don’t know who I am…Can you tell me?”

        The lady nervously laughs, “Why, you’re Y/N, of course!” a bell dings as the clock turns two, interrupting the woman. “Well, will you look at that? Everyone, it’s free time! Please ‘be free’ and productive! Hehe.” She finally exits the lounge. ‘Jeez, how annoying can you possibly be.’

        The seven boys slowly gather around you, making you nervous. Rap Monster notices and gives a small comforting smile. He proceeds to speak calmly, “the restraints are only temporary. If you at least show that you’re on good behavior, they’ll eventually give you more autonomy.” Again he smiles. ‘Ah! Those dimples!’

        You let out a small peep and say, “I don’t… know why I’m here…” your eyes start to water up, suddenly a hand reaches out to touch yours, making you flinch slightly. It was Suga, though his face still remains expressionless. He looks off into the distance, but says to you, “don’t worry, everyone needs someone, right? We’re here for you. They call us seven the Bulletproof Boy Scouts”.

        All around you the boys smile in agreement, even Jungkook, who is still hiding behind V, smiles without looking directly at you.

        “Everyone, it’s time for medication. Please head over to the nurse’s station for your timely medications. No exceptions.” A man says, standing down the hallway at a distance. He wore a white coat and was jotting down notes on his clipboard. He was very stern and authoritative. ‘Why do I get this terrible vibe from him?’

        “W-who is he?” you whisper to the boys.

        Rap Monster lets out a shaky breath and swallows the lump in his throat, “that is Dr. Seung Ho Choi. The founder of Be Free Behavioral.”

Why Spideypool NEEDS to be Canon

Okay, I’m just going on a rant here, but this is something I feel needs to be said. Deadpool is easily the most well-known super-hero to be included as part of the LGBT+ community. For those who don’t know, he is pansexual. I too am pansexual, and to have a hero as awesome and crazy as Deadpool out there spreading awareness of what is one of the least known and acknowledged sexualities out there is really important to me. I’m proud of my sexuality, and quite frankly, I don’t care whether you think Deadpool is a morally sound character or not (he isn’t), because he has now surpassed Spider-man as the most popular Marvel character. (Sorry Petey.) Deadpool could raise awareness of a group of people who are grossly underrepresented in media, so, in a few words, I am done with this “no homo” bullshit that the comics are putting out. Honestly, thank Chuck for Ryan Reynolds, who actually gives a shiznip about portraying the character honestly. (A little peeved that they didn’t include the boxes, speaking as a diagnosed schizoaffective, but whatevs.) The point is, Deadpool IS pansexual. The writers can’t take that back. It’s out there in all its full-frontal-nudity canonical glory. 

Now, Marvel Comics started a Spider-man/Deadpool comic series, that is ongoing, not because they thought, oh, this would probably sell, or hey, these two have had some pretty cool team-ups in the past, but because the SHIPPERS campaigned for it. Yeah, you heard me right. This comic series was started because the fans asked for it, and then an email was given out so fans could let the writers know that they would buy a comic about Spider-man and Deadpool in a relationship. And, in case there was any confusion, the relationship the shippers want is not platonic. We’re talking gay-ass face fucking while totally naked in San Francisco kind of homosexuality.

Now, Deadpool has a crush on Spider-man. Also a canonical fact. I can’t exactly blame him; that costume is tight in ALL the right places. So, all we need is to get Spidey on board. Let’s take a look at the arguments, shall we?

“But Peter’s too young!”

Okay, Deadpool did fall in love with a teenager once. Wow, Marvel Comics. Your past canon is really fucking you up the ass without lube right now, huh? Granted, he left her because he didn’t want to ruin her life, but I think it’s fair to say Deadpool doesn’t really care about the age of his lovers, as opposed to the mental maturity (or immaturity, as the case may be). I think he really needs someone to click with, and yeah, Deadpool would never, EVER get it on with a minor, but Peter has been portrayed at any number of ages, from high school into college. The minute Petey-pie turns 18, he’s fair game as far as Deadpool is concerned.

“But Peter’s straight!”

Wow, imaginary person in my head that I’m using exclusively to make my argument stronger, have you forgotten what you just said? Peter IS YOUNG. I had some difficulty figuring out my sexuality. I thought I was gay, then I thought I was bi, and then I thought I was gay again (turns out I just really enjoy taking it up the ass) so it’s not like Peter’s sexuality is set in stone.

Now, if Peter was a real person, I would never say that he had to be gay for social justice reasons. You can’t force a real person to change their sexuality just because it might help your cause. However, Peter Parker is a fictional character who still has every potential in the canonical universe the comics have set up to come out as bi, or whatever.

So, there you go, make it canon, Ryan Reynolds is awesome, go Canada, Spideypool for the win!


  • Mark: Jackson and Jinyoung stan because he says he can't choose, Youngjae is his bias wrecker
  • Jaebum: Youngjae is The Love Of His Life. His Ultimate Bias. Doesn't know much about the other members and doesn't care. Youngjae is love, Youngjae is life. Yells at Mark when he tries to swerve into his lane cuz Youngjae is His Man.
  • Jackson: stans all of them. They are his precious sons. He would really die for them
  • Jinyoung: says he doesn't know who they are. Has a secret blog. Cries at their concerts.
  • Youngjae: stans coco.
  • Bambam: Jackson stan.He's the most beautiful thing in the universe, nothing and nobody can compare to Jackson in his eyes.
  • Yugyeom: Has three blogs dedicated to jinyoung, shows up to every fan meet up/signing/hi touch and concert just for Jinyoung. Cries at 3 am about Jinyoung. "Wow you must really love Jinyoung." "What are you talking about? I hate him. He ruined my life."

me the day of the event: wow blizzard has ruined my life with yet another fuck ugly mccree skin

me three (3) days later: i would take a bullet for lifeguard mccree i love the bad hair i love the popsicle stick i love the flip flops and i support him no matter what he does and i’m glad he’s having fun with his friends at the beach

Hamilton Canon vs fanon
  • <p> <b>Canon Alexander:</b> ready to fight, strong, not throwing away his shot, loves Eliza, family is important to him, work is more important tho, irrational<p/><b>Fanon Alexander:</b> angry bisexual, short anger, lives off of coffee, storms are biggest fear, scarily angry<p/><b>Canon John Laurens:</b> probably bisexual tbh, anti slavery, a good friend, pretty cool, likes art, a fighter, pew pew<p/><b>Fanon John Laurens:</b> RAGING GAY, artartartartart, black lives matter protestor, gay for Alex, gay for everyone actually, literal gay trash, family issues, like 90% of alex's calm<p/><b>Canon Hercules Mulligan:</b> cool ass spy, Irish???, idk much about him uhhhh<p/><b>Fanon Hercules Mulligan:</b> giant softie, clothing, brony, looks like he could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll, mum friend<p/><b>Canon Lafayette:</b> came all the way from France, loves America, hates the king, best person, learnt English in a year, was so fucking cool<p/><b>Fanon Lafayette:</b> French gay, make-up is great for a guy, it makes a guy look beautiful, probably nb, or really feminine, common sense<p/><b>Canon George Washington:</b> leader, force of nature, wow, scary, he has no chill, a good husband tho, MERICA<p/><b>Fanon George Washington:</b> what, help, what is the internet, still a good husband, still powerful, the revolutionaries are his children<p/><b>What have we learnt?:</b> nothing!!!!<p/></p>
some domestic jerejean

hey, so, i’m a dick and forgot i was supposed my aftg exchange gift for @leahlisabeth ! wow, good on you, apex. so i was all ready to get to drawing when i, naturally, sprained my wrist. my art wrist. SO, without further ado, i give you headcanons instead. i am so sorry.

- jeremy is really really messy. like, clothes everywhere, on the floor, on all surfaces you will find a jeremy sock. he has never made a bed in his life. jean is horrified

- jean can’t cook to save his life. he ruins toast, sets cereal on fire, just can fucking not do it. luckily, jeremy, angel boy that he is, belongs on masterchef, and so the chores of the apartment are divided accordingly

- consider: a dog. named like, daisy or something

- sometimes jeremy will wake up first and will just look at jean sleeping and it’s the most peaceful beautiful thing he’s ever witnessed in his LIFE

- jeremy sleeps naked. i’m not sure why but i can say without a doubt in my mind that jeremy knox sleeps in the nude. jean was weird about it at first but then he discovered how warm it is now? like jeremy is a space heater so now jean doesn’t complain. and it’s not like he minds the view

- they probably stargaze on the balcony, on blankets and pillows, a radio set on low volume and they just cuddle and look at the sky

- jeremy sometimes brings home flowers and jean loves it. like, it’s not a special occasion or anything, there’s no reason for it, and they’ll die soon anyway. but jeremy just loves them. thinks they’re pretty and smell nice and jean wishes he could love something that simply, without any real reason other than that he loves it. and then he remembers that’s how he loves jeremy, for everything and nothing all at once (and cause he’s pretty, and arguably sometimes smells nice)

- they have a shared instagram account where they post pictures of their dog and themselves and cute things they do. jeremy controls it, bc jean doesn’t care for social media that much, but sometimes he’ll scroll through and read comments and captions

- jean is now an official member of the knox family. jeremy’s parents fcking adore him. mrs. knox knits him sweaters and always gets him a nice birthday gift and even though jean is kind of quiet, he’s a fixture in all knox family gatherings, and the table would be strange without him right there, holding jeremy’s hand in between their plates

- sometimes, on sunny days, they open all the windows and just lie around the house, listening to music and holding each other and kissing and just enjoying each other’s company- softly and quietly, without having to speak to be able to communicate how much they love each other, and how much they love being present with each other. just living and breathing and kissing and keeping each other safe.

i like that Free! and Haiykuu!! have exclamation points because its like!! oh man sports!!! oh i am excited about this!!!!! whoa!! this is going to be fun!!! wow hes hot!!!! wow they should date!! why is he crying!!! wait why am i crying!!!! they should kiss!!!! i am having so much fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! god dammit! this anime has ruined my life!!!!!!! 

So a couple of days ago I watched “Far From The Madding Crowd” and honestly it’s a wonderful, beautiful and touching period piece and I highly recommend it. Everything about it is extremely well done, from the scenery to the music to the beautiful performances. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head and really I just want to talk about Gabriel Oak. Can we talk about him for a second? What a character. This quiet shepherd just came out of nowhere and knocked me off my feet. I have to be honest. The first time Gabriel Oak was onscreen I misjudged him. When he asked Bathsheba to marry him after knowing her for so short a time, I (almost literally) sat there guffawing at him going “what an utter idiot doesn’t he know you’re not supposed to do that” but that didn’t last long. And really it’s amazing how quickly I fell in love with him after that. I think the moment I realized “oh no this guy is actually really wonderful and is going to make me cry” was when Bathsheba ran after him to (try to) clarify her feelings towards him and she says something along the lines of “I couldn’t marry you because you couldn’t tame me and you would grow to despise me.” And he looks at her, and it’s the tenderest and sweetest and kindest and most slightly bemused look I have ever seen and he just says, “I would never.” Or could never. Or something along those lines. And right then I realized what an idiot I was for judging him for proposing too quickly and that the reason he did it was because he loved her immediately and didn’t need time to think about it, he just knew instinctively in his heart, and because he is a man of integrity he wouldn’t say something he didn’t mean. And as the movie progressed I could see just how much he loves her with such steadfastness and loyalty and depth and no matter what she does or how she treats him or who she flirts with or marries or fools around with he will never stop loving her and wanting the best for her and trying to help her whenever she needs it. And he isn’t a pushover or a weakling who worships her blindly, he’s painfully aware of her faults, but that just makes his love that much stronger and deeper and truer and just the way he looks at her?!?! Like?!?! Wow!!!! It’s so serious and tender at the same time. And he is never selfish or demanding in his love but quietly patient and he respects her right to refuse him and never becomes bitter while also respecting his own right to be as honest with her as he possibly can and to tell her when he thinks that she is hurting others or herself. Because he loves her too much to lie to her or to watch her get hurt. And I have no idea where I’m going with this except for wow Gabriel Oak makes me really emotional and he should be the new standard of the perfect guy and I really love him a lot.

Quit // Jack Maynard

here is the second request by the following person! Sorry it isn’t very good, I’d never heard the song before and i was lacking inspiration to it. But I feel like its a real Jack-imagine song with his ‘bad boy demeanour’, so that’s good  But i liked the other one i did so i hope it makes up for the things this one is lacking :)

ON ANOTHER NOTE, my highschool is literal… wow. We have a meme page about our school, made by a student. No one knows who it is, besides me (its not me). It has like lots of funny memes and students are actually sending in some too which is awesome. It has gained like 70+ followers and it has only been made like yesterday.

feel free to request imagines on my page!

“They say, “You crazy, just leave him, he’ll suffocate you"”

Everyone tells you that Jack Maynard is not good for you. Everyone tells you that he will only ruin your life. “He’s a player” they say. “You’re crazy Y/N. Leave him” but it’s not that easy. You really like Jack, and don’t see what everyone else seems to. Even your closest friends tell you that she can’t be trusted. Conor, his brother, also told you to be careful around him. Honestly, you think it is quite shitty. Everyone assumes that he is just a player and once he gets into your pants, he’ll leave. But you see more than they do. You can see form the few dates that you’ve had, that he is more than he ‘bad boy demeanor’. You strongly believe that Jack Christopher Maynard is a sweetheart.

“They say, "No, don’t pick up the phone, let them think there’s nobody home”. But I’m under your spell”

You were having a chilled day with your best friend, watching various movies. About half way through of your shared favourite, Talladega Nights, when your phone started to buzz next to you. You fumbled to pick it up, eyes still on the screen. You looked down to see who was calling. Jack’s name lit up the phone. “Who is it?” asked Y/F/N. You looked at her with a small smiled, and she grunted. “Don’t answer. Make him think you’re busy. We’re having girl time” she grimaced. You shook your head,

“Don’t be mean.” You threatened, answering the phone. She rolled her eyes, turning back to the movie.

JACK: What you up to today?

Y/N: Just chilling with Y/F/N, why’d you ask?

JACK: Oh I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out for lunch, Y/F/N can come too, Conor will be there.

Y/N: hm. Sure, what time?

JACK: Umm about 12:30. We’ll pick you up

Y/N: ok, see you then I guess!

JACK: Bye hon

Y/F/N groaned as you explained to her what is going to be happening that afternoon. “Y/NNNNNN, I don’t want to goo. You know how much I hate your playboy.”

“He is not my playboy! I really like him! And I think he might like me too” you retort. Y/F/N has a strong hatred for your relationship with Jack. Relationship is what you call it because it’s like you’re dating, but neither of you have properly labeled it as that.

“Well sorry Y/N, I’m not going,” she sighed, grabbing her phone from your charger. “See ya,”. You sighed, texting Jack. Y/F/N isn’t coming, it’ll just be me, you and Con. He replied within a few seconds. “No conor, you and me”

You blushed as you went into your room to get ready.

“I can’t quit you, I can’t quit you. Yeah, I’m gonna regret it”

It has been a few weeks since your date with Jack, and something felt off. He would cancel last minute, making up lame excuses. You were both confused and worried, as the two of you were perfectly fine before the date. You had a small feeling inside that he was who everyone made him out to be. Your friends would tell you that he was probably out with another girl and for some reason, you started to believe it. That thought remained with you until one night, when you were out with your friends. You were having the time of your life, drinking and dancing like idiots. As you and your friends walked around the corner to find a seat, you became face to face with your fear. There say Jack Maynard. He had a tall blonde pulled onto his lap, who he was profusely making out with. Over the course of the rest of the night, you say him with many other girls, while you stayed hidden. It was heartbreaking to see that, as you thought you had a real thing building up between the two of you.

Your friends were right. He was only a player. They told you to be careful, but you weren’t careful enough.  You still loved him, but you knew you needed to quit him. But there was no way you could, Jack Maynard had a permanent spot in your mind.

When You Rant About Height (GOT7)

“Hi! Could you do got7 (as your best friend) reacting to you going on a rant about how you’re too short for any guy to like you? Sorry if it’s weird but I’m kinda insecure about how short I am 😬”

(all gif credit to the original owners)

He’s a good listener. He’ll listen carefully to every finite detail of your rant. You’d express how you were insecure and that you’d never find love. He’d be a little annoyed inside that you would ever dream of feeling such a way about yourself. It’d make him abruptly speak up. After all that time listening, he’d quickly cut in saying that he liked your height and that he was sure there must be one guy who likes you. i wonder who hmmm?

“Yah, I know there’s one guy who’d snatch you up in a heartbeat…”

Originally posted by umma-jy

Like Bummie, he’d be an intent listener. He’d definitely want to listen to your problems and your rambles - no matter how insignificant it would seem to some. The truth is, he genuinely cares for you. It would wound him a little to see you obsessed about  something he actually loves about you. He’d be gentle, reassuring you sweetly that no person would ever judge you for your height when you are just as amazing as you. He’d then blush and giggle over his own greasy comment.

“(Y/N) you’re perfect.”

Originally posted by marktuqn

(ik it’s an old gif, but srsly what have they been feeding mark recently, hm???)

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Do you ever just cry cus Mike is so in love with Eleven WOW

Him telling her in S3 and she asks “Love?” and he has to explain how it feels to her and she realizes she feels the same way anD SHE SAYS IT BACK AND WE GET ANOTHER INNOCENT KISS OR WHOLESOME HUG AND NOW I’M MAKING MYSELF EMOTIONAL THESE KIDS SHOULD NOT BE RUINING MY LIFE!!!!!!!!


Matching icons for a doctor who is falsely accused for murders and is now searching for the real murderer and a detective “Mr. I make No Mistakes and I’m Weird and Unsettling” who thinks that the doctor is the real killer and he must have a split personality (also this doctor ruined my life and low key I just really want to kill him for funsies)

anonymous asked:

Do you know any docs that leave a "wow" feeling like turn? Tysm!

Okay so I wasn’t entirely sure what you meant here, so this is just a list of fics that made me sort of go WOW the imagery and character dynamics and this is incredible GOSH DARN IM SO GLAD THIS IS IN MY LIFE;;;

  • Running On Air - Rated K+ (literally no sexy time but it doesn’t need it. In fact that probably would have ruined it.) 78K+ words. “Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years; Harry is assigned the cold case and slowly becomes intrigued by the memories he investigates.” 
  • Make My Demons Run - Rated NC-17, 28K+ words. “After giving evidence in defence of Draco at his trial, suddenly Potter is everywhere he turns as he completes his community service. Draco hadn’t expected any of it, nor had he expected those long buried feelings he’d once had to come rising back to the surface. He definitely didn’t expect what happened next.” 
  • An Aching Soul - Rated NC-17 (VERY, VERY EXPLCIT),  14K+ words. “I can’t help but wonder if Potter’s really as fine as he claims to be. There’s something strange about seeing the vanilla hero of the wizarding world eye-fucking someone across a crowded bar before slipping off into the shadows - Draco Malfoy escapes to the Muggle world to avoid his parents, memories of the war and Harry Potter. However, some things prove harder to escape than others as Draco realises when his favourite Muggle haunt is rudely invaded by a post-war Harry who is struggling to cope with grief, growing up and the battle with his inner demons.” 
  • Somebody To Love - Rated PG, 31K+ words. “Draco’s life after the war is quite different than it used to be. When he finds himself cursed, with little hope for lifting the spell, he sets out to make the most of the time he has left. Getting to know his Aunt Andromeda and his young cousin Teddy feels like a good thing to do, even if it can’t help him in the long run…or can it?” 
  • A Song, Incomplete - Rated NC-17, 11K+ words. “Draco’s photograph took up the entire top half of the Prophet’s front page. Below the photo: DRACO MALFOY DEFENDS SON OF FORMER LOVER. As if that were breaking news.” 
  • So Worth The Yearning For… - (this one is a bit different to the other ones, not as ‘intense’, I guess, but it’s so cute) Rated Explicit, 7k+ words. “After months (years, really) of pining, Harry accidentally asks Malfoy out on a date.” 

And I’ll probably add some more on to this list as well. I hope this helps!
x Kaitlyn x

One Date Trial

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Summary/Request:  Hey there lovely! I really like your blog and actually I think your writing is amazing! Now, taking advantage of your empty request box (😈😏) can you write a Kai Parker imagine where he goes to the party organised by Caroline and is sorry for what he did to her when just arrives to the present day because he has a small crush on her? I’m not really sure if I made myself understand, but I hope you did anyway 😂✌🏻️ - Anonymous

Word Count: 1649

A/N: This is going to be set in a really weird time period. Elena isn’t asleep and Jo is still alive and Kai is a heretic

“Really Care? A party, now?”

“Yes, it’s what we all need right now, something to occupy us. Plus it’s your birthday on Friday!”

“I thought we were only going to have a small dinner consisting of our friends and that was it?”

“Well, we can move that up to lunch and then invite everyone to the party that’s going to happen at night.”


“I think it would be great. You get to let loose, you of all people deserve that after what’s happened” Elena said placing her hand on your arm.

“Fine, I guess we can have a party.”

Caroline squealed.

“I have to send out the Facebook invitations.”

“Wow, it’s like we’re in high school again”

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The Trimester Chronicles

First Trimester

He couldn’t believe that everything he’d ever wanted was here and ready to present itself to him. Absolutely sure he’d run out of happiness and time, he gave up his search for a family. And that’s when she appeared, and soon this beautiful woman was having his kid. He’d never been so overjoyed. Except, with his hands brushing hair out of her face as she leaned into his toilet, he wasn’t as excited at the joy of a new life as he should’ve been. “Are you done?” Owen hopefully asked, fighting not to throw up as another wave of nausea took Amelia over.
“What do you think?!” she snapped, wanting to say more but throwing up again instead. Morning sickness. He completely forgot about that little detail. And then there was the fact that every time he tried to get busy with her, she’d slap him. And yell too. “My breasts are sore, Owen. I’m carrying your demon, after all,” she said one morning when he tried to wake her up nicely.

“Amy, I can’t find my sweats. Do you know where they are?” Owen asked from his closet.
“On my legs,” she responded, walking into the room with a bowl of cereal, “Mine are too tight because of your red headed demon.” He sighed. He’d let her have those and just buy more.

“What is that?” he asked as they sat in the cafeteria, eating lunch.
“What?” she said, “It’s just apples.”
“And mustard,” he added.
“Wanna try? They taste great,” she dipped one and devoured the whole thing, sighing at the taste. Owen wiped his beard and kindly declined, saying that he was no longer hungry when he saw her mixing chocolate and potato salad.

“You look different,” Owen noted one morning as they laid in bed.
“Good different or bad different?” she asked, her eyes still closed.
“You have the pregnancy glow, that’s what it is,” he beamed, caressing her hair that was spilt on the pillow.
“Doesn’t sound sexy.”
“Oh no,” he assured her, “it’s unbelievably sexy.”

“Congratulations.” She’d heard it enough times that the word eventually sounded weird to her. Owen was telling everyone. At first, she wasn’t too happy about it, but seeing the way his face lit up like a kid on Christmas every time he told someone, she couldn’t help but be happy for the both of them. Or maybe it was just the hormones.

Second Trimester

She became less nauseous and more energetic in the mornings. She liked to do piles of surgeries now and he barely ever saw her, except at home.
Or when she was horny.
“Amelia,” he said, breaking the kiss, “I have a surgery in a half hour.”
“So?” she asked, pulling him to her by his neck. She was getting really strong.
“We can’t have sex all the time!” he exclaimed.
“This isn’t all the time,” she reasoned, “it’s only been two hours. That’s not all the time.”
“I’m getting sore,” he whined, “and having sex in the morning, at ten, then at lunch and, well, now, is in fact all the time.”

She woke up, startled and disoriented. It was the middle of the night and Owen was sound asleep, his hand thrown over her, resting on her stomach. She felt the pressure that had woken her up just now again. “Owen,” she said, scared as she slightly elbowed him to wake up.
She felt it again and elbowed him harder, absolutely terrified now.
“What, Amelia?”
“Something’s wrong.”
He sat up immediately, looking over at her, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she hastily replied, feeling the sensation again. He checked under the covers for blood, but there was none. Deciding it wasn’t anything too serious as yet, he tried to reassure her. “Let me see,” he insisted. She flipped to lay on her back. He moved his hands around her bump, not really sure what he was feeling for when she gasped again suddenly. “Right there,” she exclaimed, moving his hands to the area where she felt the abnormal sensation. Owen kept his hands there and waited, feeling it a few seconds after her traumatised outburst. He chuckled, tears forming in his eyes, “Oh, wow.”
“This isn’t funny!” she said, “What if the baby’s not okay? What if I’ve screwed up already? I can’t handle another-”
“Amelia, calm down,” he reassured her, smiling, “What do you feel?”
“A miscarriage,” she coldly joked, moving her hands to the side of her as she distantly looked away.
“Amelia Shepherd,” he sternly said, taking her hand and placing it where his was, “What do you feel?” She remained silent, as she waited, feeling the soft kick against her palm. She gasped at the touch, tears of joy replacing the ones of fear. “It’s kicking,” she announced, realising her baby wasn’t dying.
“It’s kicking,” he confirmed, not wanting to move his hand or ever fall asleep again. He moved his face closer to her bump so the baby could hear him, “Hi, little guy.”

“Here, eat this,” Owen said, handing her a banana. She looked up from her magazine, confused. “You want a boy right?”
“Owen there’s no actual scientific proof that ensures my baby will grow a penis if I eat one banana,” she claimed.
“Well then eat ten bananas,” he reasoned. She rolled her eyes, sticking her hand out for the fruit.

She was having a lot of nightmares and she’d upped her scrub size twice now. Amelia hated drastic change and this was no different. She’d stopped sleeping at night, terrified by motherhood, and also because of the insomnia. Owen would try to stay awake with her, but he was a paperweight when it came to reprimanding sleep. So she’d stay awake, alone, at night and think about every possible way she could ruin the baby’s life.

“It’s a boy,” Arizona gleefully announced, snapping a picture of the ultrasound for the parents to keep.
“And you said bananas wouldn’t work,” he joked, to which he received a playful slap in return.
“He’s big,” Amelia noted at first.
“He has my nose,” Owen proudly stated, pointing out the curvature on the baby’s face.
She laughed, “You can’t tell that from 20 weeks, Owen. Even so, it looks more like my nose.” He chuckled, kissing her hair as he took another look at the picture.

“Oh wow, you look great,” Owen said, staring at her as she combed her hair.
“Nice try, Owen, but I look like fat wiener dog,” she said, looking at him through the mirror.
He walked up to her and hugged her from behind, cupping his hands around her belly, “Well your hair looks great.”
“Pregnancy hormones,” she explained, “At least they’re good for one thing.” He stayed behind her as she continued to get ready, hoping to feel the baby boy kick in her stomach.

“Owen, please,” Amelia begged, “help me.”
“Hello little red head,” Owen said as he flipped over, “Why are you kicking so much?” He smiled when he felt the kick against his hand, “She needs her rest, kid. Try to keep the moving to minimum?” Amelia sighed when she stopped feeling the pesky movements.
“It’s like my voice makes it worse,” she whispered to Owen.
“It’s because he’s excited to see you,” he said, smiling then kissing her.

“This isn’t pregnancy,” Amelia ranted angrily as Owen massaged her feet, “This is fricking abuse.”
“Amelia, relax, it’s all part of the experience.”
“This should be illegal. I’m going to call the damn police.”
“You’re really going to try to arrest your unborn child for making you fat?” he joked.
“What did you just call me?”
“Nothing, love.”
“You just called me fat, Owen.”
“No I didn’t.”
“I’m calling the police for you. Let’s see how my son likes his dad locked up in jail,” she grumbled irrationally. He chuckled silently, allowing her to get her steam out.

Third Trimester

Owen started running in the morning. When she asked why, he claimed it was because he wanted to get fit for the baby, which in her opinion, made no sense. He was already fit. Regardless, she decided she would help him. Which was keyword for mock him.
“Really Amelia?” he yelled behind at the car following him, blasting “Eye of the Tiger” as he jogged in the wee hours of the morning.
“I heard its good for motivation,” she shouted back, raising the volume. He chuckled and shook his head, continuing his run as she drove slowly behind.

“Here,” he said, handing her a new scrub top.
“What’s this for?” she asked, perplexed.
“You’re leaking again,” Owen whispered to Amelia. They were by the front desk. She looked down at her scrub top where two wet spots lay.
“Dammit,” she said, “This is the third scrub top today. Thanks though.”
He chuckled, “No problem.”

“Owen,” Amelia hissed, “Wake up.” She held her stomach, cringing as a contraction passed. She somehow thought that the breaking of her water and the sudden soaking of the bed would wake up him. She thought wrong. “Owen!” she yelled, punching him in the shoulder. He jumped upwards in bed, disoriented as he looked around. “What, Amelia?” he grouchily asked. She pulled off the covers, revealing the wet spot in the bed.
“Holy shit,” Owen whispered as he looked at it, “holy shit. Are you sure? It’s only 33 weeks!” She grasped his forearm and gritted her teeth as another contraction started, causing Owen to yelp at her suddenly painful strength. “I think it’s coming regardless, Major,” she said through clenched teeth.


“And this is a scalpel,” Owen said, holding the blade in one hand while he held the baby in the other, “you might use this one day.”
“Really Owen?” Amelia said from her bed, “A few hours into his birth and you’re already sending him to med school?”
“Sorry,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. He handed the red headed baby to Amelia. “That’s my nose, just saying,” he added.
“What do we call him?” she asked, ignoring his foolish comment. That was definitely the Shepherd nose.
“Jack? I’m not sure. I can’t believe we didn’t think to come up with a name beforehand.”
“We would’ve probably changed it anyways,” she lightly remarked. She curled her finger around the red, baby haired locks spilling from his head, “What about Finn? You know, for his red hair.”
“He does look like a Finn. I like it.”
“Finnegan Shepherd Hunt.”

motherdroid  asked:

You are going to break your promise. I understand.


“You know I have to go” HAVE TO, there goes the first of the last lies he will tell her. Have to is not the right word here, there are no official orders twisting his hand into some dangerous mission. No, he’s going because he wants to, because he needs it. He’s selfish and he needs at least one win, something to hold on to and feel like he has done the right thing for once. He’s going because he’s stupid enough to believe doing one good thing will somehow magically erase the board of all the bad he has done in his life. 

It won’t, nothing can, maybe down deep he knows it but he can’t keep going on like this.

“Hey—” His hand is cold when he holds hers. Cassian is not one for endearing gestures, not those without ulterior motives at least, not the ones that matter. But as his roughed, scarred fingers wrap around hers, it feels just right. A surge of strength he needs now more than ever “I will be back before you know it. We still have to reassemble that old B1 unit I got you” 

There it goes, the second of the lies, and it’s said with such an honest smile that it hardly sounds like one. This lie is different than the others, than all the lies he has ever told in his life. This one is tender, it leaves a bitter-sweet taste in his mouth. The tragic part is: he doesn’t realize it’s a lie at all, part of him suspects it, but a small faint part of him still has the strength to hope

Still, when he hugs her, he hugs her a little tighter than other times. He breathes in that smell of metal and oil that feels so much like HOME, like family. He leaves a kiss on her cheek that lasts so long it feels like he’s not going to let go “Don’t finish it without me, yeah?” 

When he pulls away from her, all that weakness has erased from his face, showing instead a confident wink he throws in her direction. That Andor charm, that effortless liar

He picks up his gear, he joins Jyn, he gets in that shuttle. 

He doesn’t come back. 

ladyofknight-archive  asked:

AU- Beatrice goes to Wirt and Greg, and stays due to her fascination of science. Greg, to her annoyance, nicknamed her Betty. Wirt needed glasses (not even Jason Funderburger has them!) so Beatrice gets a fake pair to make him feel better. Wirt grew older, and he insisted that people call him by his first name, Simon, to sound professional. He began arguing that magic didn't exist, and said it was a state of mind. He later became a professor, and Beatrice, now Betty, studied science as well.

hyelpyour au kind of ruined my life??????????? u combined two things i really love and htis is really heartbreaking but also makes sense and its so cute and???????????????????????????????