you all know the truth

since it seems to be the consensus that being the weird girl is lesbian culture i think we can all agree that harper from wizards of waverly place was a lesbian

A GUIDE FOR YOUNG LADIES ENTERING THE SERVICE OF THE FAIRIES, by Rosamund Hodge


I.

This is the lie they will use to break you: no one else has ever loved this way before.


II.

Choose wisely which court you serve. Light or Dark, Summer or Winter, Seelie or Unseelie: they have many names, but the pith of the choice is this: a poisoned flower or a knife in the dark?

(The difference is less and more than you might think.)

Of course, this is only if you go to them for the granting of a wish: to save your father, sister, lover, dearest friend. If you go to get someone back from them, or—most foolish of all—because you fell in love with one of them, you will have no choice at all. You must go to the ones that chose you.


III.

Be kind to the creature that guards your door. Do not mock its broken, bleeding face.

It will never help you in return. But I assure you, someday you will be glad to know that you were kind to something once.


IV.

Do not be surprised how many other mortal girls are there within the halls. The world is full of wishing and of wanting, and the fairies love to play with human hearts.

You will meet all kinds: the terrified ones, who used all their courage just getting there. The hopeful ones, who think that love or cleverness is enough to get them home. The angry ones, who see only one way out. The cold ones, who are already half-fairy.

I would tell you, Do not try to make friends with any of them, but you will anyway.


V.

Sooner or later (if you serve well, if you do not open the forbidden door and let the monster eat you), they will tell you about the game.

Summer battles Winter, Light battles Dark. This is the law of the world. And on the chessboard of the fairies, White battles Black.

In the glory of this battle, the pieces that are brave and strong may win their heart’s desire.


VI.

You already have forgotten how the mortal sun felt upon your face. You already know the bargain that brought you here was a lie.

If you came to save your sick mother, you fear she is dead already. If you came to free your captive sister, your fear she will be sent to Hell for the next tithe. If you came for love of an elf-knight, you are broken with wanting him, and yet he does not seem to know you.

Say yes.


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Let’s Play - Minecraft: Confessions

Gavin: Jeremy, do you wanna have your mind blown?
Jeremy: Uh, sure, what’s up?
Gavin: You used to be a fan, right?
Jeremy: Yes.
Gavin: Little quiz, who won Wool?
Jeremy: Who won Wool? Geoff did, and all you needed was ink.
Gavin: You wanna know the truth?
Jeremy: What’s the truth there Gav?
Gavin: I won Wool.
Jeremy: Uh oh. What’s the story there?
Gavin: Well, back in the day, I used to help Geoff build a lot, right? Had a little advantage sometimes, ‘cause I built it, and I actually won Wool after like 25 minutes, and it was too short. So I just hung out, with my squid ink, I think I hid it in the chest. And then Geoff was like, “Oh, I’ll tell you when it’s long enough to win.” And then Geoff won.
(laughing)
Gavin: So if you ever wondered why I was just absurdly angry at the end of that video even though I lost fairly, that was why. Did you know that Jeremy?
Jeremy: I did not. Blew my mind.
Geoff: It’s entirely possible that that’s accurate.
Gavin: And it’s entirely possible that that’s not the only time.

Why the frick is every. single. march. on SATURDAY?

Like y’all know that Sabbath-observant Jews (*coughs* LIKE ME) are completely excluded, right??

Unless we live within walking distance (*coughs* WHICH I DO NOT) then we can’t travel to them on Sabbath.

IT’S PISSING ME OFF.

IT WOULD BE NICE IF A SINGLE MARCH WOULD BE INCLUSIVE FOR SABBATH-OBSERVANT JEWS SO WE CAN SHOW PUBLIC SUPPORT FOR CAUSES WE CARE ABOUT TOO.

okay let’s make this clear: elizabeth swann didn’t do shit for will in potc3. first, she was there to save jack and then she was there to avenge her father’s death. will wasn’t her motivation, she didn’t become pirate king to save him, she didn’t trade jack with will thinking of some past offence done to will. she was there to fight a war against the man WHO KILLED HER OWN FATHER. she was there to fight for freedom and for piracy. those are things that literally happened. saying that all elizabeth ever wanted was to be with will is just plain ridiculous seeing how they spent the entirety of potc3 with other priorities and hiding shit from each other. and that trend didn’t even start in awe, mind you.

hell if you want to bring dmc into this, let’s have it. the entirety of that movie is ABOUT their desires and being a good man vs a pirate. that movie represents a huge step for elizabeth in terms of character development and she spent the majority of the time away from will.

so what are we left with? cotbp? sure, elizabeth started it out looking for will, trying to save will, but as her character development progressed, she found out she was a pirate, then a pirate lord and finally a pirate king and all those titles happened FAR AWAY from will.

you are seven years old when you realize their expectations are different.

up until then your life was playing tag, ear-to-ear smiles, and holding hands on the playground.
it was scraped knees, hide and seek, and falling off your bike.

now all you know is bitter truths, fake smiles, and competition.
you must be the best.
the best.
best.
you repeat it in your mind until it becomes the only word you know.
the only thing you hear.
the only thing you strive to become.

but this isn’t the real you.
the real you is waiting.
waiting to be heard,
to be listened to.
to be loved for exactly who you are,
not who they think you should be.

you continue to dream,
albeit differently than when you were younger.
you used to dream about becoming an astronaut, a dancer, a singer, an actress.
now you dream about flying.
flying away from the ruins you call your home,
your family.

you are fifteen now and you try to think about when you were younger.
the days before your parents forced you to see everyone as rivals rather than equals.
when you used to think the sun shone out of their eyes.
sometimes you think you see a glimpse of good that ignites the hope fluttering in your chest.
all too soon it is eclipsed by anger.
anger at you, anger at themselves, anger at the world.
you sigh; lather, rinse, repeat,
the cycle continues.

Dating Vernon would include

Request: A ‘dating vernon would include’! 💞

Originally posted by simplebit

- first of all, what a dork

- talks about memes all the time

- I mean, you are dating Memesol™

- loves to listen to the new Drake album with you

- it’s super cute because you sing all the girl parts and he takes over the rap

- it’s like you’re dynamic r&b duo number one

- ((sorry I’ve been listening to the new Drake album 24/7))

- acts all tough and masculine and cool, but you know the truth

- he is so shy n cute behind the scenes

- he still asks permission for everything

- “Hey Y/N can I kiss you?”

- “……..Hansol we’ve been dating for a whole year now I think you can kiss me whenever you want”

- “I just wanted to make sure because you just look really pretty right now and I don’t want t-”

- and you don’t wanna hear it so you just kiss him instead 

- literally the most random person you’ve ever met

- sometimes you’ll wake up and he’ll just be dancing around the room like a 40 year old white dude at a wedding reception

- with no music on

- and you’re just like

- “????????”

- but then you get up and join him because why not

- dates are usually at kid-oriented places because……. he’s a child

- so skee-ball dates are a must

- and carnivals

- and going to see kids movies

- but sometimes it’s just you and him chilling out at home

- he loves to just sit on a balcony with you and listen to chill hip hop and hold your hand as you dangle your legs off the edge

- and you both just kinda watch the city go by

- but he honestly can’t stop looking at you and how the light reflects off your face

- he’d never tell you (because he’s still so nervous around you) but you’re like art to him

- (OK NOW I’M SAD AND I WANT A VERNON IN MY LIFE)

- so mushy gushy with you because he knows you both hate it

- so you both basically try to out-disgust one another with cheesy stuff

- “Jagiiii~ I got you two dozen roses and the new Disney movie on DVD since you passed your exams!!”

- “Yeah, well I got us MATCHING COUPLE SWEATERS SO HAH”

- and you both are just like “this is so embarrassing”

- but then later on you’re cuddled up to one another in the sweaters watching the DVD with the roses in a vase on the coffee table

- no regrets

- you act more like best friends than anything else

- it took the rest of the group like 20 years to figure out you two were dating

- mostly because skinship is at a bare minimum in public

- and also you guys are ALWAYS play-fighting

- but then one day you are all over at the dorm

- and you’re bent over the kitchen counter typing an email to one of your professors/teachers/coworkers

- and Hansol walks by and just grabs a nice ol handful of booty

- because let’s be real here that boy praises the booty

- and Jeonghan sees and is like

- “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH Y/N LIKE THAT THAT IS NO WAY TO TREAT A WOMAN APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW”

- and at that everyone comes running into the kitchen to see what’s going on

- and you and him, being the laziest couple ever, kiss in front of everyone instead of explaining the situation

- and everyone goes BALLISTIC

- except for Junhui

- he just high-fives Hansol and is like

- “Niiiiice”

- to conclude: Hansol would be such a fun-loving bf and it feels like you’ve been best friends your whole lives when you’re around one another

- but he’s also completely enamored by you and it drives him crazy but he loves you for it

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Matt’s still awake when he gets the text - in fact, it cuts off Dan’s dissection of their latest game mid-mumble. They’re tangled together in Matt’s bed, taking advantage of having an empty dorm room.

Matt gropes for his phone on the floor beside the bed, blinking at the harsh light of the screen. It’s from Neil:

Can you com get me Andrew’s sleepin and I’m too drunk. 

“What’s happening?” Dan murmurs, her heavy-lidded eyes blinking slowly. A year ago, she would have already been halfway to damage-control-mode, but times have changed. It’s really something to see her look so relaxed, miles away from the dedicated drive and determination she has to present to the world day after day.

“Neil’s been drinking,” Matt says, showing her the text. She smiles as she reads it, mouth curving up.

“His spelling,” she points out, because Neil would never deign to use anything other than perfect English even in a text. When he’s sober, anyway. “You better go rescue him.”

No one had been surprised that Andrew turned down an invitation to party with the Vixens. That Neil agreed to go without him - ignoring the teasing about making use of empty dorm rooms - was more surprising. He hadn’t seemed to think anything of it, though Matt had caught the two of them murmuring in the hall when he’d stuck his head out to farewell the party-goers. 

The two of them were so subtle, but they didn’t need to touch for Neil’s expression to give them away. And Matt had never cared to observe Andrew before last year, but Neil wasn’t the only one with tells if you looked carefully.

“Guess so,” Matt says now, untangling them. Halfway through he has to kiss Dan, so comfortable in his bed, drinking in her tiny mmhm. “You going back to your room?”

“Nah,” she replies. “I’m warm.”

“You’re hot,” Matt informs her, and gets a quick pinch in the side for his troubles. “Hey! Don’t damage the merchandise, lady.”

“Get out of here,” Dan tells him, pushing him off the bed with a laugh. Matt takes his clothes off the floor and puts them back on - it might save him from the inevitable glare from Aaron, resident clean freak, later. Potentially from jokes from Nicky, too. 

“See you in a bit,” he says, earning him a sleepy hum as he shoves his feet into his shoes and his wallet and keys into his pockets. He locks the door behind him.

It’s after 1AM on a Friday night, but there are plenty of people in various stages between sober and drunk around the Tower. Matt skips aside to avoid a bunch of field hockey girls teetering in their high heels, arms about shoulders in rows so they block the entire footpath in the parking lot. 

He has to hit the brakes of the truck once on the way to avoid killing half of PSU’s soccer team, but he makes it to the strip of bars and restaurants without any other issues. He drives slowly with his eyes peeled, and slows more when he catches sight of a familiar pair of auburn and blonde heads.

Neil’s waiting on the curb with his feet in the gutter and his phone curled in his lap. Allison is standing over him, arms crossed. They both look up when Matt pulls in next to them, but Neil is the only one to grin broadly at the sight of him.

Matt feels warm at that look. It’s a rare one, and probably related to excess consumption of alcohol, but he values those smiles more than he can really say.

“Matt!” Neil greets when he opens the door, drowning out Allison’s muttered thank God.

“Hi, Neil,” Matt replies. “Hi, Allison.”

Allison points at Neil, and then at Matt. “He’s your problem now.”

She’s tipsy enough that her chilly tone doesn’t quite cover the affection in her expression. Matt says, “Thanks Allison.”

“Thanks Allison,” Neil chirps, turning a big-eyed look on her. Without the grin he looks about fifteen years old. It’s stupidly endearing.

She waves the two of them off and turns back to the bar, where the door guys wave her straight in like the queen she is. Meanwhile, Neil sprawls into the passenger seat of the truck. Drinking seems to have robbed him of his stoicism as well as his usual precise athleticism, because he gives Matt the same doe-eyes he just gave Allison.

“Thanks for picking me up,” he says. “I know you were probably…I mean, you and Dan…”

He goes bright red like he’s just realised what he’s implying. Matt knows that Neil and Andrew have done stuff - Neil’s words - thanks to another drunken conversation concerning Matt’s concern about Neil’s happiness, but sometimes it really doesn’t seem like it.

“That’s okay, Neil,” Matt says. It’s the first time he’s really dealt with Neil drunk while he’s been sober, but he can’t say he minds it, especially when Neil squeaks out, “Sorry,” and then shuts up. 

He’s quiet on the way back, which is almost enough to convince Matt he isn’t that drunk until he nearly falls on his face tripping on the curb. After that, Matt keeps him close enough to catch him before he bruises himself and earns Matt a bruise of his own from Andrew for damaging him. 

Up on the Foxes’ floor, Neil leads the way to the suite he shares with Andrew and Kevin and then stops short in front of the door to stare at it in consternation. “Oh no.”

“What?” Matt asked, mildly alarmed by deeply disappointed expression that has swept over Neil’s face. He thinks for a second that Neil is going to say something about Andrew telling him not to come back drunk.

“I gave Nicky my keys,” Neil replies. “Whoops.”

He honest-to-God giggles. Matt nearly chokes trying to hold back his own laughter, not least because people might be sleeping, and doesn’t quite succeed.

“You can sleep on my couch,” he suggests, voice strained with it. 

Neil’s giggle stops abruptly, and he frowns, his brow pinching.

“Yeah,” he drags out like he really wants to say no - and then, “Oh!”

The door has swung open. Andrew is standing in the doorframe with his usual bored expression, the TV on but muted over his shoulder. He doesn’t look at all like he’s been sleeping.

Neil says, “Hi.” There’s no trace of laughter or tipsy humour in his voice, but there’s plenty of other things. He slides past Andrew in the doorway, and Matt doesn’t miss Andrew’s hand reaching up to the small of his back.

It’s barely a touch. That means nothing, because the look Neil turns on Andrew makes it seem like he’s hung every single star in the sky. And Matt would never claim that he knows Andrew all that well, but he knows what it means to have someone look like that at you when you’re a Fox. 

Andrew’s expression might be the nearest thing to totally unreadable, but Matt has been watching him for a little while now. Andrew has a tell, and it’s his palm on Neil’s back.

“Go wash up,” Andrew says, his hand falling back to his side when Neil goes.

Once Neil has wandered from sight, Andrew turns and levels Matt with a look. It’s bored and implies nothing like thank you - he seems to be wondering exactly why Matt is still here. And that’s fine.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Matt tells him, and does just that. After all, Dan is waiting for him, and Neil is safe in Andrew’s care.

He’s back in bed when he gets the second text. It’s okay, I’m home now. Perfectly spelled, but an equally perfect indication that Neil is still utterly wasted. 

Chuckling quietly to himself, Matt sends back ik, I’m the one who picked u up. Tell Andrew he’s welcome. Because it’s just too easy, and he can’t wait for Neil’s embarrassed and hungover expression tomorrow.

Who owns my heart

Request: ‘’Jeff Atkins one shot where you meet him when clay is tutoring him and you end up staying in the library everyday with them just to talk to Jeff and he’s always joking around saying he doesn’t like you but when he sees someone flirting with you he decided to make a move’’

Pairings: Jeff Atkins X Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 730

Gif: bluerangerpower

A/N: Hey, thank you for  the request and i’m sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy  :)

Y / N were walking around the library looking for a book of his interest in the several bookshelves lined up next to the wall. As she approached the table space, Y / N could see her friend Clay teaching something to a muscular boy at her side and all she could think about was how handsome he was and, taking advantage of the chance he had, he decided to get close to where the boys were.

“ Hey Clay, how’s it going? ” She asked Clay to look at her and Jeff continued to focus on what he was writing.

“ Hey Y / N, I’m fine and you? ” Clay replied the question.

“ I’m fine; I was looking for a book, but to no avail. ” Y / N said in the middle of a smile.

“So … would you like to sit with us?” Clay asks and Y / N shake his head by answering a yes.

Realizing the conversation around him, Jeff took his eyes from the notes in front of him and directed his eyes to Y / N by analyzing the young girl’s features.

“ So Clay, who is she? ” He asked without taking his eyes from the Y / N direction.

‘Jeff that’s Y / N, Y / N this is Jeff’ Clay introduced the two causing Y / N to say hi as a whisper making Jeff gives a small smile.

After a few minutes based on listening to Clay’s lengthy explanation, Jeff decided to interact with Y / N, who seemed to be bored with it all.

“Is he bored Y / N?” He asks her to wake up from her thoughts and look at him.

“No, I just …” Y / N tried to find an explanation for not telling the truth.

“ Yes, you’re bored, ” Jeff said.

“ Just a little ” She gave up with a smile.

“ You’re very beautiful, why did not I ever see you before? ” Jeff tells Y / N making her smile with embarrassment.

“ Serious Jeff? Are you going to flirt with her? “Clay said shaking his head.

” Relax, man, it was just a compliment. 'Jeff said rising from his chair’ 'See you tomorrow Clay and I hope to see you too Y / N’ 'He completed his speech with a smile.

After meeting Jeff, Y / N went to the library every day to talk to him and so his feelings for the boy were developing more each day. With Jeff it was no different, he could not deny himself that the shy girl took his heart and, despite knowing it, he denied his feelings to everyone he asked, making Y / N a little annoyed.

[…]

On Friday night, at the party at Bryce’s house, Y / N was leaning against the kitchen wall watching the youngsters getting drunk and dancing until they felt someone approaching her, which made them look directly at an apparently drunk unknown boy.

“ Hey, beautiful, what’s your name? ” The boy said leaning against the wall beside her.

“ Y / N ” She merely said.

“Nice name for a pretty girl,” he said, moving closer to her.

Watching the scene from afar, Jeff can feel the blood boil in his veins and all he can think about was how that boy could chug close to his girl. He decided to take an initiative, dropped his glass on the counter and strode toward Y / N. As soon as he got close to the young woman, he pushed the boy away and kissed Y / N, which he did not say was a little frightened, but soon afterwards she returned the kiss, causing the boy to walk away.

As Jeff pulled away from her, Y / N stayed a few minutes speechless trying to figure out what had happened.

“ What the hell, Jeff … ” She started to say but he cut in.

“I know I said I did not like you at all, but the truth is I really like you,” Jeff said, stroking Y / N’s face.

“ I do not understand … ” Y / N said completely confused.

“You do not have to understand, just kissing,” Jeff said pulling Y / N for a kiss.

  • Akutagawa: *texting* Why are you throwing rocks at my window? Use your phone!
  • Atsushi: Oh right, sorry lol
  • Akutagawa: Did you juST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW!?
hopeless fountain kingdom sentence starters

THE PROLOGUE

  • ❝ civil blood makes civil hands unclean. ❞
  • ❝ i am a child of a money hungry, prideful country. ❞
  • ❝ hands so bloody, tastes like honey. ❞
  • ❝ i’m finding it hard to leave ❞

100 LETTERS

  • ❝ i find myself alone at night unless i’m having sex. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t let him touch me anymore. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not something to butter up and taste when you get bored. ❞
  • ❝ i have spent too many nights on dirty bathroom floors. ❞
  • ❝ please don’t go away ❞
  • ❝ it’s too late. ❞
  • ❝ i can’t stop thinking that i almost gave you everything. ❞
  • ❝ i can’t stop wishing that i never gave you anything. ❞

EYES CLOSED

  • ❝ i know where to lay. ❞
  • ❝ i know what to say. ❞
  • ❝ it’s all the same. ❞
  • ❝ i know how to play. ❞
  • ❝ if i keep my eyes closed he looks just like you. ❞
  • ❝ he’ll never stay, they never do. ❞
  • ❝ if i keep my eyes closed he feels just like you. ❞
  • ❝ you’ve been replaced. ❞
  • ❝ i’m face to face with someone new. ❞
  • ❝ tell me where i went wrong. ❞
  • ❝ tell me how to move on. ❞
  • ❝ he don’t realize that i’m thinking about you. ❞

HEAVEN IN HIDING

  • ❝ no time for wishful thinking. ❞
  • ❝ i can put up one good fight. ❞
  • ❝ i can put on a show. ❞
  • ❝ don’t you see what you’re finding? ❞
  • ❝ this is heaven in hiding. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t have no time for conversation. ❞

ALONE

  • ❝ i’m still alone in my mind. ❞
  • ❝ i know you’re dying to meet me. ❞
  • ❝ baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did. ❞

NOW OR NEVER

  • ❝ i don’t wanna fight right now. ❞
  • ❝ we’re running out of time. ❞
  • ❝ i’m calling it a night. ❞
  • ❝ trying to talk to a wall, but you could never tear it down for me. ❞
  • ❝ i want you to love me now or never. ❞

SORRY

  • ❝ i’ve missed your calls for months it seems. ❞
  • ❝ i still know your birthday. ❞
  • ❝ sorry that i can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me. ❞
  • ❝ sorry i could be so blind, didn’t mean to leave you and all of the things that we had behind. ❞
  • ❝ i run away when things are good. ❞
  • ❝ it seems i broke your heart. ❞
  • ❝ someone will love you, but someone isn’t me. ❞

GOOD MOURNING

  • ❝ there’s a place where love conquers all. ❞
  • ❝ don’t trust the moon, she’s always changing. ❞
  • ❝ she begs to be loved. ❞

LIE

  • ❝ breakfast is cold. ❞
  • ❝ i’m watching you choke down the words that you said. ❞
  • ❝ i get the message you wish i was dead. ❞
  • ❝ if you don’t love me no more, then lie. ❞

WALLS COULD TALK

  • ❝ i’m about four minutes from a heart attack. ❞
  • ❝ i think you make me a maniac. ❞
  • ❝ damn, if these walls could talk. ❞
  • ❝ shit is crazy, right? ❞
  • ❝ that ain’t your baby no more. ❞

BAD AT LOVE

  • ❝ he’s calling me a bitch again. ❞
  • ❝ i believe that we’re meant to be. ❞
  • ❝ jealousy got the best of me. ❞
  • ❝ i always make the same mistakes. ❞
  • ❝ i’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for trying. ❞

DON’T PLAY

  • ❝ i don’t give a damn what you say to me. ❞
  • ❝ i’m moving on. ❞
  • ❝ motherfucker, don’t play with me. ❞

STRANGERS

  • ❝ she doesn’t kiss me on the mouth anymore. ❞
  • ❝ she doesn’t look me in the eyes anymore. ❞
  • ❝ we’re not lovers, we’re just strangers. ❞
  • ❝ she doesn’t call me on the phone anymore. ❞
  • ❝ i must’ve crossed a line. ❞
  • ❝ i must’ve lost my mind. ❞
  • ❝ i miss the mornings with you laying in my bed. ❞
  • ❝ i miss the thought of a forever, you and me. ❞
  • ❝ all you’re missing is my body. ❞

ANGEL ON FIRE

  • ❝ nobody seems to ask about me anymore. ❞
  • ❝ nobody seems to care about what i think. ❞
  • ❝ look at me. ❞
  • ❝ i’m faded away. ❞ 
  • ❝ you know, i used to be on fire. ❞
  • ❝ i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be. ❞

DEVIL IN ME

  • ❝ i scream too loud if i speak my mind. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t wanna wake it up, the devil in me. ❞
  • ❝ you said i’m too much to handle. ❞
  • ❝ now i gotta wake it up, the devil in me. ❞

HOPELESS

  • ❝ boy, you make it look so easy. ❞
  • ❝ sorry, baby girl, but i can’t tonight. ❞
  • ❝ you know the truth hurts, but secrets kill. ❞
  • ❝ you and all your friends hate me. ❞
  • ❝ it’s easy to forgive. ❞

don’t look around cause love is blind
and darling right now I can’t see you
I’m feeling proud so without a doubt
I can feel you

cause we are who we are when no one’s watching
and right from the start, you know I got you
yeah you know I got you

I won’t mind
even though I know you’ll never be mine
I won’t mind
even though I know you’ll never be mine

we messed around until we found the one thing we said we could never ever live without
I’m not allowed to talk about it
but I gotta tell you

cause we are who we are when no one’s watching
and right from the start, you know I got you
yeah you know I got you

I won’t mind
even though I know you’ll never be mine
I won’t mind
even though I know you’ll never be mine

anonymous asked:

Some of the homra boys find out yata is going on a date. They don't know it's saru tho and them being so nice they got him a pretty necklace or bracelet to give to the lucky girl. Later they see fushimi walking around wearing it not too long after yata's date XD.

So say Yata and Fushimi have just started dating but Yata hasn’t really had the chance to mention it to everyone in Homra yet, like he’s still wrapping his mind around it a little himself, that he and Saruhiko are together. Maybe he has made some attempt though, like a couple days after Yata and Fushimi finally managed to awkwardly confess their feelings and started officially dating Yata tries to tell the guys at Homra but somehow there’s a miscommunication. Say Yata comes into the bar all happy and Kusanagi asks him if something good happened, Yata nods and is like I finally told that guy how I felt. Kusanagi’s proud of Yata for finally confessing to Fushimi and Yata’s explaining how it happened when Kamamoto and the Homra alphabet walk in. Having only caught half the conversation they figure out that Yata’s dating someone now but no one realizes that he’s talking about Fushimi, Chitose’s like huh so the virgin finally got a girl huh and Yata’s so busy being pissed at being called a virgin that he forgets to correct Chitose that it’s not a girl.

Then it’s almost time for the one month anniversary and Yata decides to try and be all romantic, wanting to do something nice for Fushimi since even though they’re ‘officially’ dating he feels like nothing’s really changed between them. Like they still hang out at the game center sometimes or meet for drinks every couple days and stuff like that but due to Fushimi’s work schedule plus Yata’s string of part time jobs the two of them don’t seem to have time for any kind of proper ‘date.’ Yata feels like he should be doing something more romantic though, maybe now that he’s understanding Fushimi a little better and Fushimi’s also communicating his feelings more Yata feels like Fushimi’s thinking maybe the two of them are more just friends than anything beyond that so Yata wants to make an actual date. He’s discussing the details with Kusanagi when the Homra gang comes in and of course everyone has some kind of advice for Yata as to how to make his girlfriend feel appreciated (every time Yata tries to correct them on the 'girlfriend’ issue something distracts him or someone makes a joke that pisses him off and he never does get to remind everyone that this is Saruhiko we’re talking about here).

On the day of the date Yata’s nervous getting ready, stopping by the bar because maybe Kusanagi and Anna have gotten him some nicer clothes to wear and Kusanagi’s offering last minute advice and encouragement. That’s when the rest of Homra proudly presents Yata with like a fancy bracelet telling him that giving gifts is always good for romance, they got it as like a thank you gift for taking down some bad guys harassing a local jewelry store owner a while back and everyone was arguing over who got to keep it, they figure after all Yata did in the past year to hold Homra together the least they could do is give it to him for his date. Yata’s kinda touched that his stupid friends did something sweet and they all tease him lightly telling him to go for it and show his girl what kind of man he is. Yata’s like why do you guys keep saying girl but before he can elaborate or anyone can really think about his words he’s gotta go because he’s meeting Saruhiko at the restaurant. Everyone’s all proud of him, like our little virgin has finally grown up and found himself a girl. Anna and Kusanagi exchange curious glances and then Kusanagi just laughs and is like yeah, something of that sort. Later on Yata returns all excited because his date went great and even the gift was appreciated. The Homra guys figure they did good and are about to press Yata for details when Fushimi walks in. Yata starts to say something to him but Fushimi just nods at him and says he has a message for Kusanagi from Awashima. As he’s relaying the message someone finally notices that there is a very familiar bracelet on Fushimi’s arm. I can imagine them all like elbowing each other one by one, eyes widening as they figure out exactly who Yata’s date was (and then afterward it’s like ’of course that’s who it was he’s never made eyes at anyone else like that before’).

Me on my death bed...

Me: Tell my family that I love them

Grandkid: Yes, grandma.

Me: And tell telanu that Truth and Measure is the best novel I’ve ever read.

Grandkid: I think you mean fanfiction, grandma.

Me: Did I fucking stutter?