you all proved me wrong

Oh by the way. To any followers who aren’t into SnK..... I’m really sorry. You’re going to have to suffer every Saturday until it’s over. My condolences.

7/13/17

[note:]

Hey guys! First off I just want to apologize for not posting anything within these past two months. I guess that was my little break from Tumblr but I am back now! Also, thank you so much for +61k!!! When I first started this account I didn’t think I would even get 20 followers but you all proved me wrong. Thank you so much for following me and believing in this account and also for your kind messages! I appreciate them all!!

Ok, now onto the next part: I am on my other social medias wayyy more than I get on Tumblr. I do want to interact with you all more on every social media platform and it took me a while to see if I should do this but I decided I should. If you all wanted to see what I do on a weekly basis then please add my Snapchat and if you all wanted to see me keep up with a horrible theme and type in my broken Korean then please add my Instagram. Thank you for everything! I will still be posting on Tumblr but not as often as I used to.

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I love how the whole squad is all silent and tense after Elias called Sana slave woman. I love how Elias immediately apologises. I love how disapproving the guys are.

Imagine Loki coming to you years after you thought he was dead.

Originally posted by cotedepablosass

You glanced down at your phone for the millionth time that day and sure as you expected the missed calls had increased just as the messages. You knew it wasn’t because he was worried but because you had been actually ignoring him, and Tony Stark was not one to take that easily. You had explained you wanted time to yourself but as much as he tried to understand that he still couldn’t really.

You turned off your phone again and stuffed it in your pocket, fishing the keys to unlock the door to your apartment. You let out a tired sigh as you placed your files on the desk, making your way to living room almost in the darkness as there was practically no lighting.

“FRIDAY lights please?” you asked as you walked down the hallway and a short reply came after they were turned on.

“Yes mis, (Y/n). Mis, I must inform you that there is someone waiting in-”

“The living room.” you breathed out, completing the sentence as you practically stopped dead in your tracks at what stood in front of you “Uh thanks FRIDAY.” you blinked clearing your throat as you took hesitant steps towards the two men, both of them surprising for a different reason each.

“What the hell?” you narrowed your eyes at them “I thought you were- And you were- that you would- and you wouldn’t-you shouldn’t, should you? I saw you- and you- we murned- and you- and Odin- who was I talk-” you stuttered, unable to form a proper sentence as you looked back and forth between the two men, your heart hammering in your chest. You rubbed your temple, finding it impossible to understand what was happening.

“Always on point, you haven’t changed one bit love.” he said in the same smooth voice that would make shivers run down your spine with that kind of smile on his face that at times like this you wanted to whipe off so bad… maybe not in the most appropriate way.

“Shut up.” you growled but his smile only got bigger.

“Lady (Y/n)-” the blond man said with a smile and you blinked as you looked at him you shot him a glare, too mad about everything else to be happy to see him in front of you “It is great to see you.”

“Alive? Yeah I guess considering the shit that went down while you were MIA! I mean what the hell Thor?” you huffed.

“Really, what the hell?” you motioned to the man standing right next to him “What the hell?!” you breathed out looking at him and back at Thor “What the hair?” you whispered for a moment, seeing that his hair was shorter than the last time you saw him “What the hell?” you shook your head.

“Someone’s too excited to see us here then?” Loki asked with a smirk and you shot him a look that could have just as well killed him, for real maybe this time.

“I told you to shut up.” you growled “I thougt you were dead!” you exclaimed, giving him a harsh look “We all thought you were dead!” you huffed and he only smiled at you.

“Someone missed me much?” he chuckled and you literally fumed.

“We mourned you- I mourned you!” you huffed “For months!” you almost choked on a sob and you saw his eyes soften for a minute.

“Well, can’t take the trick out of a trickster.” he said with a smirk that wasn’t as mocking as before.

“You were never dead, right.” you nodded to yourself, realization downing on you even harder “And you didn’t even bother saying a thing not once right? Let me- us believe that you were dead.” you corrected yourself giving him a hard look.

“(Y/n)” Thor’s soft voice made you look at him “We need your help, things are- they are going downhill. And soon I am afraid the entire universe might be at risk.” he said sincerely and you sighed heavily. Even if he wasn’t here when you needed him during the fight that broke up between Tony and Steve you couldn’t deny him a thing when he asked you like this.

“You’re lucky I need a distraction.” you sighed “Just- just give me some time to wrap my mind around everything.” you mumbled turning to leave before you stopped on your tracks.

“Yeah I almost forgot.” you said in a low voice, turning and punching the black-haired man straight in the face. You actually made him stumble and hold his jaw, his eyes going wide as he huffed.

“That’s for lying to me and pretending you were dead.” you growled at him, pointing a finger before huffing and turning to leave them for a little while.

“Oh she missed me.” Loki breathed out, grinning to himself as he glanced for a moment at Thor.

“That’s what worries me the most.” Thor sighed, shaking his head as Loki raised an eyebrow.

~*~

“So… trouble in paradise?” you heard a voice ask and you rolled your eyes.

“Loki if you have not realized it I am working to find a way out of the situation you’re in, why don’t you go bother your brother?” you mumbled annoyed.

“Ooh so there is trouble in paradise.” he said and before you could realize it he waved your phone in front of your face and your eyes widened.

“That’s not yours to have.” you snatched it from his hand, glaring at you put it back in the chair you’d left it.

“But somehow your heart is?” he asked with a sly smirk and you scoffed at him, walk past him to go get a drink.

“Who told you that would ever happen?” you mumbled, not even giving him a glance.

“Has it not already?” he grinned at you and before you could realize it he was standing right in front of you. If he wasn’t this annoying and if you weren’t this mad at him for lying to you all this time – yes that actually hurt you more than you would admit – you would have let yourself really admire at how good he looked in this black suit. Because damn him he did look handsome as hell, the fact that he was tall and slim enough made him even more attracting but- you were too angry to let yourself get carried away.

“What do you want Loki?” you sighed, finally looking him fully in the eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious? To talk.” he shrugged and you sighed, shaking your head.

“I’m not in the mood, Excuse me if I’m too mad at you for everything you did.”

“Come on, it wouldn’t be the first time. But you always came back nonetheless.” he said with a small grin and you rolled your eyes.

“Let’s get you back in a cell and then we’ll see.” you said with a tight smile and he smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Ooh kinky much?” he smirked and you groaned, trying to push past him back but he caught your hand.

“I told you I am not in the mood Loki, why don’t you fucking understand it?”

“Because I know you.” his voice was low and his breath fanned over your neck, making your shiver “And I know what you need better than you do… better than he does.” it was almost seductive and you willed yourself so hard to not fall for it.

“You have no idea what I want Loki.” you wanted your voice to sound harsh but it was only a low almost plea as you pushed – or tried to – away “You think you know, but you don’t really. There is more to the woman that you think you know but with this- with what you did, what you do and what you will keep doing, you don’t have a chance in knowing me.”

His grasp loosened and you found a way out “I tried to understand you, I did my best to give you a reason Loki. Despite what everybody thought, despite what my own friends thought of me for doing that I tried to reason with you. To see the man that nobody else could because you hid him all too well but you- you keep proving me wrong every chance you get. I thought I knew you, maybe I was wrong after all. And maybe you shouldn’t even try knowing me either- I wouldn’t want to when you keep acting like this.”

“You’re mad.” he whispered and you shook your head.

“No Loki I’m disappointed. I thought you were better than this. I thought you-” you sighed “I was wrong.”

“Maybe it’s because you don’t know me either, then.” he said but his voice held no playfulness in it.

“Well, then let me know you Loki. You’re the one holding back.” you shrugged and he took a step closer to you just as you had managed to put some distance between you.

“Am I?” he asked and what he did next was not what you expected and not something you could even comprehend yourself especially as you did the same seconds later. He kissed you.

It’s so hard to write about love in a world where heartbreak is what we all can relate to.
But I want to try.
I want to try because you make me brave and daring.
I entered this thinking love was a scam I wanted to be played by, I entered this thinking you’d break my heart so bad I’d finally become the writer everyone says I’ll be. But boy did you prove me wrong. You took in all my crazy, weird, random and total lameness and loved every inch of it. And it’s not perfect. God knows it’s not. But it’s so worth it. Every second of everyday. You’ve taught me so much; about myself, about what it means to love selflessly and I’ll admit I’m still working on the later, but you’re so patient. I know this isn’t much in the way of artistic poetry, I know this isn’t bled ink but this is love, you know? This is our love story and I’m going to start learning to write about it more. I’m done romanticizing heartache, because of you, I don’t have to.

I appear to have caused some minor controversy on the Schipperke facebook page… I have been sharing quotes from sources I’ve been reading about schipperkes and it seems people disagree! I’d be happy to be corrected, but nobody can provide a source for their information.

Love me like love is more than just a word. Make it action, make it choice, make it commitment. Don’t try to be perfect. Don’t try to love me perfectly because you are not perfect and neither am I, some days we will crash and burn but it’s whether or not we escape from the wreckage that matters. So when we have those arguments that make peace seem like a distant memory, take the time you need to cool off but make sure you come back.
Motivate me. I’ve always been quite the dreamer, but some days the world gets the best of me. My body keeps moving but everything else feels dead, and everything including you feels further away than it should be. When that happens, pull me close. Tell me that you’re here, tell me that there’s more to live for, call it soul to soul resuscitation. Bring me back to you.
Don’t give up on understanding me. I know that on most days my mind is more like a really messy bedroom and finding sense in all of the chaos may prove to be difficult but please, don’t stop trying. Keep talking, keep asking questions, refuse to get tired. See, I know a lot of words. I know temporary. I know brief, short-lived, fleeting. I don’t quite get the word stay. It tastes weird on my tongue, probably because I’m more used to people doing the opposite. I guess that’s why I’m always prepared to write goodbye poems, and why I’ll be expecting you to leave once you see the person behind all of this poetry. Please, don’t go. Prove me wrong. Stay.
—  How I desire to be loved. // Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (362/366)

Daniel talked about being a loner in school in “Hello Counselor”. He was advising a girl (that everybody said she was uglier than her sister) with his own experience. He said that a teacher helped him and told him you don’t need to have a perfect body (? rough translation) and that he danced better than them (the bullies), and that was all he needed.

My translation is bad because I’m not fluent in Korean, but we can sense the bigger picture of this situation. 

This is just a reminder that Daniel is human like all of us. He was bullied, he has his own appearance complexes but he works hard every day in what he loves and what he thinks that he is good at.

We should all keep our head up, fight our own demons and keep striving to our dreams.

Blattella Germanica

Summary:  A quick fix it fic set in a nebulous future after 6.15 where Emma and Killian have been reunited. A way to reconcile the events of those episodes in a way that doesn’t retread old ground and helps better explain behavior. 

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1600+

Notes:  A belated gift for @gentlesleaze  hopefully this helps make up for some of the salt you received instead. I’m sure I’ll write you something better one day but I hope you like this blurb. 

On AO3

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There was something to be said for reunion sex. Explosive tangles of lips and teeth and limbs. Aggressive clawing and slapping flesh, just all consuming need, I miss you, I love you, I’m so happy you’re back. Saying with her body what she couldn’t put into words, I’m sorry spoken in the rough tug of his hair, forgive me painted in teeth along his neck, I’m with you in the rough slide and rasp of skin on skin.

Afterwards was harder. Sweat drying and breath calming and the words wouldn’t come. Goodnight whispered into her hair, slow measured breaths as he gave into exhaustion. Her ring winking mockingly in the light of the moon through the window.

“I love you.”

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“For the Record” (Peter Maximoff x Reader) Requested!

Warnings: Language, smut, jealousy, smut, lots of smut, curse words

A/N: Hey dudes. I’m really sick rn so I’m sorry if this isn’t my best. Love you guys!!!

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You frown and glance around the store. There didn’t seem to be another living soul in there. You sighed and glanced over at the record player. It’s arm had long since reached the center of the abandoned record. Elton John. You carefully lifted the arm and flipped the album to side B. Static coursed through the speakers and the old store was soon filled with music once again. You sat down on the counter and picked up a book on John Lennon that has been left there, skimming it’s pages as you waited for the boy with the sliver hair to return. Just your luck to work up the courage to talk to him on the one day he was mysteriously absent from his reliable place among the clutter. Among the boxes upon boxes of dusty records and the completely random merchandise with barley legible, handwritten price tags laying haphazardly across the displays.

You were a loyal customer of the little shop. You came almost once a week to rumage through the new stock, and you had often found yourself blushing when the ridiculously smug, dimple smiled cashier winked at you as you flipped through the plastic crates. He seemed to be the only one who was ever at the shop, not that you minded.

You had started to get lost in the little book, and you barley noticed the confused looking boy that had turned the corner to see you sitting in front of the cash register.
He pulled off his head phones and cleared his throat, hoping that you hadn’t heard him singing along from the storage room.
You snapped back to reality, closing the book and immediately standing up from the counter. The boy laughed.
“You scared me. I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was anyone out here. Did you want to buy something?” You felt your courage drain as you glanced up into his warm brown eyes.
“Um…no?” he frowned.
“Oh? Well, then how can I help a pretty girl like yourself?” he winked and your head felt like it was spinning. Your plans of waltzing in and seducing him seemed laughable now. You swallowed.

“I…I wanted to ask you if you wanted…” The boy cocked an eyebrow and you panicked.
“I need a job.” the boy smiled.

“Your hired.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah, sure. I’m the only one working here right now and believe me, I could use some help. Besides, I see the kind of stuff you buy…you’ve got good taste.”
It definitely wasn’t what you were planning, but in a way, it was better.
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Working at that hole-in-the-wall record shop was somehow the best job you’d ever had. Within days, you and the boy (whose name, you found out, was Peter), were best friends. The store’s owner was old and he very rarley visited and things were never really that busy, so you’d both just lay around and ramble about the music and dance around the store and play whatever albums you wanted. Sometimes, when the schools got out for bad weather, Peter would even bring his little sister in, and you’d all watch VHS tapes with the old, dusty television that had been dumped in the back of the store. Peter had an inate ability to make you laugh, no matter how much shit was going on in your world. You’d still catch yourself staring, but when he caught you, you didn’t force yourself to look away. In fact, it sometimes felt as if he was inviting you to stare for as long as you’d like. It wasn’t until around seven months in that you realised: Your crush on him had grown into a love.
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Peter walked in that morning at around ten forty-five.
“You’re late!” You called jokingly, not looking up from your magazine.
“I know. Whatcha reading?” Peter grabbed the magazine from you hands and began to flip through it.

“Ugh, give it back.”
“Harrison Ford, huh? That Star Wars guy? You’re actually into him?”
You smirked, picking up on the twinge of jealously in Peter’s voice. You had heard that little twinge before, but never really thought to act on it. You didn’t even know much of anything about Harrison Ford, but it’s not like Peter had to know that.
“What? You can’t blame me. He’s so hot, Peter.”
He blushed a little.

“Psh, what does he have that I don’t, huh?”
“I don’t know, Pete…”, you tried to hide the smirk that was creeping across your face, “I just feel like he could give me a real good time.”
Peter’s face went red. You couldn’t tell if it was because he was embarrassed or turned on. Suddenly, he realised what you were doing. He smiled to himself.

You backed against the counter as Peter lazily boxed you in with his arms. Just looking at him made your heart flutter. His hair was tucked behind his ears and his t-shirt was old, and far too big. You were basically nose to nose at this point.
“You’re trying to make me jealous.”
You laughed and shrugged indignantly.

“Or are you trying to say that I couldn’t give you a good time?”

“I said nothing of the sorts.” You bit your lip. That only spurred him on.
“Good, because if you don’t think I could give you a good time…by all means, let me prove you wrong.”
You smiled, amusedly.
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
Peter smiled and laughed lightly.

“ I don’t know…Are you seduced?”
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It wasn’t a minute later that he caught your lips with his, and then you were kissing him. And he was kissing you. Passionatley. He grabbed your ass and pressed you farther into the counter. You tugged his hair in response and he let out a low groan. You could feel the sound in his chest and it made heat rise to your stomach.
“Peter…” you moaned breathily as he wandered down to your jaw. “We should probably stop, ” You mumbled as you ran your hands through his hair.
He nipped at this skin below your ear. Your breath hitched in your throat and you whimpered a little as you felt his tounge run over the spot.

“So let’s stop.” he whispered against you. Your head was a million miles away. You could barley even process his words anymore.
And suddenly, he was dragging you into the storage room. He tugged at one of the belt loops on your shorts, signaling you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his hips and he set you on a table top behind you
He continued to kiss you, rubbing you gently though your shorts. You gasped, bucking your hips into his hand.
“Fuck, Pete, "You whimpered.
There was an ache below his stomach. He felt like his whole body was on fire.

"Hey Peter…” you didn’t realise that you were so out of breath. He pulled back to look at you. You swallowed thickly.
“I’ve never really done anything like this before.”
His eyes widened.
“Shit, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to push you into anything. Goddamnit, I always go too fast.” He ran his hands through his mussed hair, looking genuinely upset and concerned.
“No, Pete. I want you…please. I just…I don’t know if I’ll be able to make you feel… good.”
Peter smiled a little and grabbed your hands, leaving a little kiss on your forehead. You laid your head on his chest, pressing your nose against the column of his throat.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled,  Tracing circles onto your knee with his thumb.
You kissed him slowly and sweetly and pulled his hair back behind his head, giving yourself access to his neck. You decided to distract him from his uncertainty. You wanted to melt in the little whimpers and moans that escaped past his lips. Your hand crept up his shirt, moving downward over his stomach. You were teasing him. And you loved it. You smiled against his skin, licking a warm, wet trail across his collarbone and he hissed. You smiled, thoroughly enjoying how weak he was becoming. You pressed a kiss to the soft skin below his jaw. Your breath was hot against his ear. He bit his lip.
“Tell me what you want, Peter.”
“I … I want…Fuck…I want you to touch me. ” He stammered.
You slid your hand past his waist band and grazed his length with your fingertips. He groaned and snapped his hips towards you. You ran your thumb over his tip, slowly pumping him.
“Fuck Y/N, this’ll be over before it starts.” You smiled, pleased with yourself. He laced his fingers through your belt loops again, tugging them downward.
“You’ve got too many clothes on.” He  whispered hotly over your lips. You laughed breathily and helped him rid you of your shorts. You tugged both of your shirts off too in the process, leaving you exposed to the beautiful boy in nothing but your underwear. Peter pulled you a little further off the counter by your knees. You smirked and grinded against his middle. He cursed and pinned your hips down, pushing you to lay back against the wall.
“You know, you really shouldn’t tease Y/N … ”
He left a chaste kiss below your ribs, trailing his lips down your stomach, stopping right above the waistband of your underwear. He took the elastic between his teeth, giving it a tug before letting pop back against your skin.
“It’s rude. ”
He brushed a finger across the wet spot  forming on your underwear. Your back arched and you whimpered.
“Bite me, Maximoff. ”
He smirked, hooking his finger over your waistband and sliding them off completely.

“Big talk when you’ve got someone’s head between your legs.”
He grazed his tounge over you lightly. Your whole body tensed and your jaw dropped as you let out a silent moan.
“Look at you, you’re soaked. You really want me don’t you?”

“You are such an asshole.”
He grinned and licked another, far more effective line up your cunt. You cried out lacing your hands in his hair as he ventured to your clit, sucking on it in short bursts. Your vision went white as you strained for friction, grinding against his face. His tongue vibrated against you and you could feel your stomach twisting tighter and tighter with every movement. Without warning, you felt his tounge pressing inside of you.
“Shit Peter, l’m gonna cum,” You choked.
You were starting to see spots. His mouth returned to your clit, and you felt him push a finger in, curling it inside you. You gasped at the feeling. Peter grinned as he felt your walls clench around his fingers and you came. He watched you ride your high before he stood again, wiping his mouth on his arm. The apex of your thighs was still throbbing when his lips met yours again.
“You look gorgeous when you cum,” He mumbled against your lips.
“I’m sure I’ll be able to say the same for you.” You stood and pulled open the button on his jeans. You knelt as you pushed them down. The tent in his boxers made heat pool between your thighs. Peter watched with shallow breaths as you inched off his boxers and took him in your hand, kissing the tip of his cock. He whimpered as you trailed your tongue along the underside of him, trying his best not to rut against you. His stomach tightened as you sucked lightly on his tip, tasting the little bead of pre-cum that had formed there. He forced himself to interrupt you, knowing that he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept watching your lips around his cock.
“Stop…Fuck.”
He choked and pulled away, letting out a breath that he didd know he was holding in.
“As much I love this, and believe me, I really fucking do, I need to be inside you.”
You stood, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Even standing there, you could feel his cock in between your legs. He gave you a little peck on the lips and lifted you onto the table again, once more leaning over to meet you lips, slower and deeper this time. There was love in that kiss. Your nerves were flying around in your stomach, but it was nothing compared to your desperate need to have him fill you.
“If anything hurts…Anything…tell me. I’m not going to be upset in anyway. Even if nothing hurts, we can stop whenever you want. I want to make you feel good.”
You nodded and kissed him, sweetly.
He brought his tip to you middle, gliding it over your center and rubbing himself over your clit. Your whole body needed him right then and there, but he took his time, desperate not to hurt you.
He studied your face intently as he pressed against your hips. He watched himself sink into you, biting his lip so hard it could draw blood.
Your back arched and you both let out a groan as he entered you. He was thick and long, and you felt so full. It didn’t hurt, other than a dull ache in your hips. It took a second to get used to the feeling. You felt him bottom out and as he did, he hit something deep inside you that made your hips buck. Your breathing was heavy and it was scaring him to death.
“Y/N..”
You let out a noise, something between a moan and a whimper, followed by a little “fuck”. He immediately went to pull out, but you grabbed his shoulder.
“I hurt you-”
“No, Pete. It feels good. So good. Fuck, Pete, move. You can move, Peter.”

You felt his cock twitch inside you. He pushed back into you slowly, hitting that spot again. You were so wet and tight. He could feel your walls contracting around him. He knew he wouldn’t last long. He rolled his hips again and again, pulling himself flush against you. The tightness in your stomach returned as you felt him hit your pubic bone. His finger tips dug into your sides. You of his hands in yours, sliding it over your breast. Spurred on by this, he thrust into you harder. You cried out and the knot in your stomach twisted with pressure. He left hot, open-mouthed kissed down your stomach and ran his fingers through your hair as he fucked you harder. You cunt clenched tighter around his cock and he let out a low groan.
“I’m cumming,” You croaked weakly as you felt yourself growing even tighter around him. He thrust harder, hitting that spot inside you and rubbed his thumb over your clit. Your orgasm enveloped you as you came hard on Peter’s cock. His thrusts grew messy as you clenched around him and you felt his warmth fill you. His hand ran down his side and he pressed his face into the crook of your neck as he came. You took in a sharp breath as he pulled out of your heat. You were still sensitive from your high. Your cunt throbbed, and you groaned as you felt his warm, slick cock fall against your thigh. You both laid there for a few seconds, catching your breath before Peter grabbed your shirt and his pants from the floor. You groaned as a slight, hollow ache formed in your stomach. Though nothing about the sex itself was painful, you were starting to feel a little sore now. Peter frowned and left the room momentarily, to return with a wet wash cloth from the bathroom. He kissed you sweetly as he cleaned you up, gently wiping any sign of his orgasm from the inside of your thighs.
“Are you in pain?” he whispered, not bothering to pull away from your lips.

“Just sore. ” You smiled and sat up, pulling your shirt on over your head.
Peter blushed a little and kissed your forehead before he went to pull on his shirt. You finished dressing yourself and turned to him, hugging him from behind.

“Hey, Y/N?” he mumbled. You hummed in response. “I think you’re really fucking beautiful. I always have.”

You turned him around to face you, kissing him softly and running your fingers through his loose curls.
“Harrison Ford’s got nothing on you, babe.”

Love me like love is more than just a word. Make it action, make it choice, make it commitment. Don’t try to be perfect. Don’t try to love me perfectly because you are not perfect and neither am I, some days we will crash and burn but it’s whether or not we escape from the wreckage that matters. So when we have those arguments that make peace seem like a distant memory, take the time you need to cool off but make sure you come back.
Motivate me. I’ve always been quite the dreamer, but some days the world gets the best of me. My body keeps moving but everything else feels dead, and everything including you feels further away than it should be. When that happens, pull me close. Tell me that you’re here, tell me that there’s more to live for, call it soul to soul resuscitation. Bring me back to you.
Don’t give up on understanding me. I know that on most days my mind is more like a really messy bedroom and finding sense in all of the chaos may prove to be difficult but please, don’t stop trying. Keep talking, keep asking questions, refuse to get tired. See, I know a lot of words. I know temporary. I know brief, short-lived, fleeting. I don’t quite get the word stay. It tastes weird on my tongue, probably because I’m more used to people doing the opposite. I guess that’s why I’m always prepared to write goodbye poems, and why I’ll be expecting you to leave once you see the person behind all of this poetry. Please, don’t go. Prove me wrong. Stay.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh // How I desire to be loved. 
ASTRO MASTERLIST

» kim myungjun

»» no pain no gainfluff ; college!au where you are one f the campus nurses and myungjun always “gets hurt” just so he can visit you

»» sunflowersfluff ; soulmate!au where you can’t see colors until you look into your soulmates’ eyes

»» future referencefluff ; you are myungjun’s stylist and he has a crush on you

»» dancing in the rain fluff ; you’re feeling awkward at a party and myungjun helps you loosen up

» park jinwoo

»» good luck charmfluff ; baseball!au where you are jinwoo’s good luck charm for every game

»» language barrierfluff ; soulmate!au where whatever you write appears on jinwoo’s skin and vice versa

»» perfectsong fic ; based on perfect by ed sheeran

» lee dongmin

»» sakura kissfluff ; demigod!au where eunwoo must kiss a naiad to complain his quest, and you must kiss a demigod to become human again

»» jealousyangst + fluff ; eunwoo is jealous of all the time you spend with moonbin

»» prove me wrongangst + fluff ; soulmate!au where you and eunwoo have matching tattoos, but he doesn’t necessarily want a soulmate

» moon bin

»» enchantedangst + fluff ; moonbin is a siren who accidentally puts you under his spell, causing a multitude of problems and a broken heart

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Star Wars Fictober - 10 Dreams

“I’m really proud of you, Snips. The Senator says you did an amazing job protecting her. Guess you proved me wrong after all.”

“Huh.” Ahsoka slowed her pace as she considered. Would she have learned to hone her visions without Master Yoda’s advice? Maybe not. She certainly wouldn’t have been around to save Padme if she’d joined Anakin on his mission. “Well, I didn’t exactly get caught up on my studies, but I guess I did learn something after all.” She smiled up at her master and he smiled back. “Have you ever had prophetic dreams like that?”

The smile fell from his face like a crashing ship and his shoulders tightened. “Yes.”

“What about?”

“My mother. I dreamed she was suffering.”

There was something in his voice that reminded her of that time in the desert. What was it he’d said then? The desert is merciless. It takes everything. Anakin didn’t like talking about his past, but Ahsoka sensed that now was the time to push. “What did Master Yoda say when you went to him? He gave me some really good advice.”

Anakin shook his head. “I didn’t. I talked to Obi-Wan.”

That made sense. If Anakin had been on-world, Ahsoka probably would have talked to him instead. After all, that’s what a master was for. “And what dd he say?”

“That dreams pass in time.”

Ahsoka frowned. That didn’t sound right. Like Master Yoda said, dreams and visions were the Force’s way of communicating. You couldn’t just ignore them. Well, obviously you could, but it was sure to end badly. “And did they? Pass?”

“They stopped when she died.” Anakin’s voice broke on the last word and Ahsoka was hit by an overwhelming blast of sadness-guilt-anger before he managed to tamp it down.

“Anakin–“ Ahsoka reached for him, but he pulled away.

“Tell you what, Snips,” he said with a smile as brittle as glass, “next time I have dreams like that, I’ll follow your lead and go to Yoda for advice.”

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