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Cheaters

My contribution to @inuyasha-valentines!! I hope all of you had an amazing day full of happiness an love.

Summary:  Everyone in the office knew Kagome and Inuyasha were having a not-so-secret affair. They weren’t EXACTLY wrong… (Not a cheating fic)

I was inspired to write this thanks to this post. It was so INUKAG that I just had to.

Already up on FF.net and AO3   :D

Before I start let me inform my lovely friends about this @kuddle-cakes @grapefruitwannabe @keichanz @vividxdreaming @purekagome @mustardyellowsunshine @stoatsandweasels @mmhinman @ryupioupiou @vixenfoxpaws @gypsin @meido-zangetsuha @little-known-artist @inukag-4ever @sakurasubinita  (and as always I know I forgot someone here ugh)

This is my gift for all of you! The amazing people that keep this fandom alive!!


Sango saw her work-friend walking towards the building they worked in. She could have been smiling and calling her to go inside with her, but this time it was not possible. Kagome, the cute, sweet, honest and decent woman that had been her desk mate and best friend from work for the last year was now walking beside him.  

Sango’s big chocolate eyes narrowed as she stared at him. He was not the drop-dead gorgeous type. Neither had he the best character or disposition—that she knew from experience. What did Kagome see in him to betray the man she had loved for more than a decade? A man that—before she met HIM—was the center of her life, along with their two sons.

Shaking her head, Sango saw them stop just before reaching the building’s door. After he whispered something into her ear and she giggled, he pulled her to the bush line until they were hidden by the myriad of green leaves. By the look on his face and the blush on her cheeks, Sango knew what they had been doing.

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I had an awesome day [Birthday!]

So, today was my 23rd birthday and first birthday in Detective Conan fandom. I joined in June! It was not even a year… And yet…

I received so many love, warmth, nice words and congratulations that I felt extremely happy and warm and and and… ‘v’

And it was a pleasure for me to answer every single message I received. Every message mattered. I love answering and seeing people who dedicated their time to write me something to brighten up my day, to wish me a happy birthday, so thank you ALL for your messages… ^___^

…and for your gifts! Oh my god, I received so many awesome stuff (cough shinran cough) I saved everything and O M G it is amazing. I love every single piece of it! 

A LOT of people mentioned letters and it warmed my heart that a lot of people actually SENT them and I felt so warm and fuzzy inside, but, unfortunately, Russian Post didn’t deliver ANYTHING in time. But don’t worry, guys! I will besiege postal office daily and nightly and I WILL receive every single one of your letters. And I will keep it near my heart. I promise.

Thank you so much for making my day one of the awesomest day ever ;v;

I love you. So. So much.

Shielding (Energy Work Series Part 3)

Woot woot! Guess what time it is???? THat’s right– it’s time for some more fuN ENERGY WORK WITH THE SNWITCH! 

Today, we’re gonna talk about shielding. In my opinion, this is the most important energy work practice that you can learn as a witch. One of my number 1 tips for new witchys is start a daily shielding practice and keep it up forever and ever and ever. If you commit to keeping your energy safe and secure from the beginning, you’ll have a much easier time when you start doing harder, more energy-intense witchcraft. Also, if you’re an empath, listen up because this is gonna help you out tons.

What is shielding, Livi?

Shielding is a way of keeping your energy nice and safe. It prevents energetic vampires from draining energy from you, and it protects your energy from attacks from meany spirits and other nasty stuff. For empaths, it’s a great way to help protect you from absorbing all of the negative emotions of other people. Without further ado, here’s a basic method of shielding. Bonus goodies: At the end of this post, I’ll put in some ideas of more creative shields that you can have fun with :)


1) Sit down or lie down. You could hypothetically stand up to do this, but I tend to close my eyes when I shield, which can make you get a little wobbly when you’re standing up. Preferably, you should ground and/or center before shielding.

2) Visualize a white sphere of light surrounding your body. It completely surrounds you from all angles and directions in a big energetic sphere of glowing light.

3) Feel the light around you *hardening*. It doesn’t necessarily become solid, but it locks into place around you.

4) Imagine the outside of your shield becoming reflective like a mirror. Know that all negative energy that comes at you will bounce off the mirror back to its sender.

5) Make sure that your shield completely surrounds you (don’t leave any cracks or peep holes!), and make sure that it feels solid and secure. No flimsy shields allowed here!


And there you go! That’s a very, very basic method of shielding yourself. Despite its simplicity, it gets the job done. With practice, it’ll become stronger and more effective. For a lot of people, however, this shield just doesn’t feel strong enough, or it just doesn’t feel right. For these people, I’ve put together a small list of ideas for other types of shields. You can construct them the same way, by visualizing them surrounding you, but they might feel or work in a way that is more comfortable, fun, or satisfying for you. Here’s some other shield ideas:

- Giant ocean waves swirling around you like you are the center of a hurricane.

-A tornado or big gusts of wand surrounding you and blowing away negative energy

-A sphere of great, big flames to burn away negative energy

-Mountains of solid, impenetrable rock

-A huge tangle of thorns surrounding you, maybe with flowers on the outside!

-Smoke and mist swirling about to hide you from foes

-Different colored spheres of light to represent different intents (blue to keep you calm etc.)

-Big blankets engulfing you like you’re in the worlds comfiest, awesomest blanket fort!

-Anything you can think of! Whatever feels right for you :)


If you have any questions, feel free to send them to me in my ask. Don’t forget that I offer free tarot readings and sigil requests (See my FAQ)! Thanks for reading,


Livi

Interviewer: If you are able to be a street sign, what would you be written as?

Rap Monster: Street signs often consists of orders such as, ‘Restricted, Go Away’ , 'Go Back;’, 'Be Careful’. It all mostly stimulates or provokes ones attention and I personally don’t think it has to be such. Instead, substitute it with beautiful words such as, 'Be Loving’, 'Peace’, 'Hope’ along with picturesque drawings that people could understand in a glance. By altering the provocative signs, I think we could make the world a better, more beautiful place. 

Interviewer: Realistically, you can’t be a street sign so how would you imply such positivity in your career or daily life? 

Rap Monster: Maybe expressing it through my outfit, or if I were to draw, then through my drawings. My visions or thoughts, through beautiful emotions that can be delivered. There a variety more to choose from.  

Interviewer: If you were to be accepted into the company, would you play along the characteristics of what you have said? 

Rap Monster: I think anybody can be an artist. So if I’m accepted, with a heart of an artist, I think I am able to make this world a more beautiful place to be. 

anonymous asked:

;___; You guys are my fave rp blogs. You took something awesome and made it the AWESOMEST THING EVER. No matter what happens from now, thank you for this experience, it's totally amazing to watch everything unfold before our eyes in this way. Keep up the great work and always remember to have fun! <3

OP: Don’t cry, anon! We love you too! ❤ Thank you so much for the compliments; we’re doing our best to have fun but SOME PEOPLE (I’m looking at some very specific anons here) have been trying to make it difficult.

Also there’s this AND I QUOTE:

promptodiary mod: there is NOTHING FUN about waking up at 5am to write a post because i didn’t do it the night before, let me tell you.

COMPLAINS BITTERLY

(the rest is kinda cool though don’t make me out to be a bitch)

(you’re gonna keep that bitch part in there aren’t you)

(i’m going to mail you a box of spiders)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ as you see we are very responsible and we all adore each other

anonymous asked:

Am i the only who hated presentations in highschoo? they are the worst ever.

listen: they are the awesomest, you can like, do research, and make a powerpoint presentation, and sneak in funny pictures and pop culture references that your teacher will propably not understand, thus making them feel old. so they give you a good grade to make it seem like they understood

it’s a win-win situation

4,000 FOLLOWERS!

4,000 FOLLOWERS!!!! I REPEAT! FOUR-THOUSAND-FOLLOWERS! you guys are so amazing you make me want to cry! I have no idea what I did to deserve this but OOOOOHHHHH MYYYYYY GOOOOD!

THIS IS HOW COOL I FEEL

I ALSO FEEL LIKE I’M FAINTING

CAUSE I TRY TO BE COOL BUT I’M MOSTLY LIKE THIS…(yep, the third one)

BUT YOU GUYS STILL LOVE ME ANYWAYS SO…

I WANNA HUG EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU (GROUP HUG!)

FOR BEING SOOO SOOOOO SOOOO AWESOME! 

YOU GUYS JUST MAKE ME SOOOOO HAPPY I WANT TO CRYYYYY

AND DANCE 

LIKE THIS

SO…

TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!

THANK YOU GUYS SO SOOOOO SOOO MUCH! 

YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME!!!! YOU GUYS ARE THE MOST AWESOMEST COOLEST SWEETEST BESTEST PEOPLE ON EARTH! I LOVE YOU!!!

THANK YOU AGAIN, SO MUCH MY BEAUTIFUL DEARIES

anonymous asked:

So for real you are the awesomest person ever and I adore you. So thankful I followed you way back whenever I followed you.

thats the secret. you were always following me. from even before you created your blog. from before the beginning of time. this blog has existed, and will exist, long beyond the frame of the universe. after the last protons have decayed, and entropy reigns supreme, I’ll still be reblogging dumb pictures and bugging people to ask me about my OCs. 

True love

MidorimaxReader

Once upon a weekend, you entered your kitchen nervously picking on your cuticles. At the table was sitting your husband, casually drinking his tea, while scanning morning issue of a newspaper. You took a deep breath, before speaking up.

“I’m late.”

“I told you to get yourself a watch.” Midorima comments, his eyes never leaving some article.

“I’m late.” you emphasize.

“Then why don’t you leave already?” the men asks sounding somehow impatient.

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helplesselizaschuyler  asked:

Assumption: You're aware of the fact that I think you are literally one of the coolest, nicest, and awesomest (If that's even a word) people in the world.

I would say false because I disagree completely. I would, however, argue that you are one of the coolest, nicest and awesomest people in the world. ❤

Marks (C.H.)

A/N: Yes, this is a soulmate imagine. It’s probably and most likely not the best one you’ll ever read, but here is my attempt. I’ve done it in a sort of werewolf type of mating. This is actually based off an idea for a story I’ll eventually put up on my Wattpad once I’ve written more than thirty chapters. Also, I realize that the gif doesn’t really suit the story but I’ve been wanting to use this and IT IS NOT MINE.

Masterlist || Ask

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It’s all anyone ever talked about.

“Have you found your mate?”
“I’ve found my mate!”
“When will I find my mate?”
“Will I ever find my mate?”

Those were the things you heard on a daily basis.
Mates. Mates. Mates. Derived from the word Soulmate.
You could care less about it, but that doesn’t mean that you weren’t curious.
How can one stupid touch suddenly tell you who you’re destined to be with for all eternity?
The only cool thing about finding your mate - well, aside from the fact that you found your other half - is the cool mark you get permanently etched onto the skin on the inside of your left wrist.
Everyone’s Mark is different. That’s what makes it unique. The only way to get that mark was if you’ve had skin to skin contact with your mate. It’s as if your skin was a detector for your mate’s skin and you weren’t aware of it.
There wasn’t a certain age for when you found your mate. Some found theirs at a general age in time for marriage, others well into their old ages, and the youngest being little ten year olds where puberty starts to take its course. That didn’t mean that those who didn’t find their mate hadn’t already married and had kids with someone else that was mate less. Some actually preferred it that way so that they could actually get to know the person rather than just have an undeniable attraction towards someone that was basically a stranger.
It was always a concern whenever you met someone new, if that person was your soulmate. So many people were wary of handshakes and hugs while others desperately wanted to find their mate and jumped at the opportunity when introducing themselves.
You?
You’re not really looking for your mate, nor will you ever. If you meet your mate then you meet your mate. If you don’t, hopefully someone will take pity on your soul.
Just kidding.
Well, mostly.

“Y/N,” your friend nudged you as you stood by your locker.
“What, Y/F/N?” You ask her, not looking away from your locker as you switched textbooks.
“Check out the new kid,” she muttered and judging from her tone of voice, he was hot.
You looked away from your locker and down the hallway where the new kid was hanging out with a few boys you fairly knew that go by the names of Luke, Ashton, and Michael.
She was right though.
He was fucking hot.
You looked at your friend. “You think he’s mated?”
She peered down at his wrists. “Don’t think so. If he was, he probably would have his mate around him, yeah?”
You nodded as you shut your locker. “True. Speaking of mates…” You faced your friend as you leaned against your locker. “When are you going to see if Michael is your mate or not?”
She shook her head. “Nope. Not gonna happen.”
“Why not?”
“You know how much I like him, Y/N. What if he isn’t my mate?”
“You two could always be one of the couples that marry mate less. I’d tell him before he does end up finding a mate.”
She sighed. “Maybe. Come on, we need to head to class.”
The two of you stalked off towards your next class but not before you snuck one last look at the new kid who looked up and locked eyes with you.

“Is anyone sitting here?” A voice asked.
You didn’t look up from your writing as you gestured for the person to take the seat. “Nope. Go right ahead.”
“Thanks.” the chair scraped against the floor as he sat down. “I’m Calum by the way.”
You frowned. You didn’t know of a Calum in this class. You looked up and you were taken aback by the sight of the new kid. “Oh, hi. Sorry, that was rude of me. I’m Y/N.”
He chuckled. “It’s fine.” He didn’t make a move to shake your hand which made you like him even more. “So…” he looked around the classroom. “What do we do in here?”
You gave him a look. “Learn,” you told him in an obvious tone.
He rolled his eyes. “Well, no shit.”
You shrugged. “You’re the one that asked.”
He smiled. “I like you already.”
You couldn’t help but blush - which is something you normally didn’t do around boys, only when you’re embarrassed.
The teacher walked in and started the class, saying that today we would be doing a partner activity then went on to explain the assignment.
Calum turned to you with a smirk on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Partner?”
You shoved him with your shoulder. “You get to work with the awesomest person in the whole world. Don’t make me regret being partners with you.”
He laughed. “Who said that you’re the awesomest person in the whole world?”
“Me, duh.” You flipped your hair over your shoulder.
“You sure are something,” Calum said while smiling.
“I know. I’m a piece of art,” you smirk at him.
“Keep telling yourself that, Princess,” Calum told you as he looked at the board for the instructions for the assignment.
You don’t know why, but Calum calling you Princess made you feel things you haven’t felt before and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not.
Once the two of you finished, you continued to talk to each other and get to know the other a lot better as you waited for the class period to end.
You learned that he was originally from Australia and had transferred here because of his dad’s new job. He also had an older sister who was starting a singing career. As for himself, his passion was football, but if something else came along he wouldn’t exactly reject it. He also told you that he wasn’t Asian as many seem to mistaken him for one.
“You got lunch right now?” Calum asked you as the two of you packed up your things.
“Yup. You?” You asked him as you pulled on your bag and stood up.
He stood up as well. “Yeah. Mind if I join you?”
You smiled. “Not at all. My friend will eat with us as well, if that’s okay?”
He smiled in return. “Yeah, that’s cool.”
You two barely made it out the door when Calum was abruptly picked up.
“Whoa,” Calum yelled as he looked behind him to see who had picked him up.
You looked behind him and saw Michael’s face pop out as he placed Calum back down on the floor, Luke and Ashton standing right behind him.
“Hey, Y/N,” Luke nodded his head in greeting.
You knew of Luke, Ashton, and Michael - not well - but you had spoken to them a couple of times. “Hey, guys.”
“You guys headed to lunch?” Ashton asked.
Calum nodded. “Yeah. Y/N has the same lunch so I thought I would eat with her. Did you guys want to join?” He turned to look at you. “That is if it’s okay with you.”
You waved him off. “It’s totally chill. Y/F/N will eat with us too though.”
You watched Michael’s reaction change from excitement to one of shyness and nervousness.
Speak of the devil.
“Yo, Y/N! Why are you taking so long?” Your friend asked as she approached where the five of you were huddled in a circle.
You gave her a smirk. “Hey, Y/F/N. Calum, Luke, Ashton, and Michael are eating with us today.”
She froze then glared at you. “How lovely.”
You gave her an innocent smile back.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving so let’s go eat,” Luke said and all of you followed him in the direction of the cafeteria.

Weeks have passed and you didn’t expect to grow as close as you had to Calum. However, you two still hadn’t made any skin to skin contact with each other.
You didn’t know why he didn’t want to, but for you, you were afraid that he wasn’t your mate. You could say that you had fallen for the Aussie too hard and way too fast for your liking.
“Y/N! Wait up!” Calum yelled from behind you.
You stopped to the side of the crowded hallway as you waited for him.
He ran up and stopped beside you. “Hi,” He gave you a silly grin.
You rolled your eyes, but a smile was on your lips. “Hey.”
“Did you do last night’s-” Calum didn’t finish his sentence as a boy from a younger year ran past him, making Calum bump into you.
Then you felt it.
You clutched your wrist as you locked eyes with Calum, him mimicking your actions.
It was a searing pain that made you flinch and squeeze you eyes shut, but an arm being wrapped around your waist made you open them.
Calum was giving you a lopsided smile, the best that he could because of the pain.
You two were oblivious to anything else around you as the pain soon dulled.
“Do you want to look?” He croaked out.
“I’m scared to,” you whispered.
“You have me,” he told you with a smile.
You took a deep breath then nodded.
Calum counted down from three and you both showed your wrists.
It was a sun and a moon.
You stared in awe as you saw that the sun on Calum’s was more prominent as it was on top of the faded crescent while yours was the exact opposite.
You looked up at him. “I was scared for nothing,” you let out a little laugh.
He gave you a confused look. “Huh?”
“I was falling for you this whole time and I was scared to see if you were my soulmate or not…but I guess I have my answer,” you explained to him.
He stared at you lovingly. “I knew it was you.”
You shoved him. “Sure you did.”
He laughed as he threw his arm over your shoulder as the two of you continued to walk down the hallway. “I wouldn’t have chanced it though, afraid that you would have a different soulmate,” he glanced back down at you, “but I’m glad that kid ran into me otherwise I would’ve never found out that you’re mine forever.”
You smirked. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, Hood.”
He smirked back at you. “So it would seem, future Mrs. Hood,“ he looked forward again and shrugged, “but I’m not complaining.”

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Stawberry Wine - Part 4: First taste of Love

Characters: Y/N Singer (Reader), Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Gabe, Cas, Chuck, Benny, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned), Magnolia Singer (mentioned), Adam Milligan (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x reader (sorta)

Warnings: Age gap (bare with me just read it), abandonment, painful past, drifting apart, prejudices, a little implied smut, not much really mostly just fluff. No flashbacks which is kinda odd of this series but we caught up with time so.

Wordcount: 3500ish

A/N: I am really excited about this series! The first 4 parts will be based off Deana Carter’s Strawberry Wine which also titled the series. The next too on Dean Brody’s Another Man’s Gold and Zac Brown Band’s Chicken Fried. It is a story of unlikely love and it beating the odds basically. Fluffy mostly, with a few tears and some smut.

Thanks to @mysupernaturalfics for betaing - you are the awesomest sassmaster I know. Also thank you Rach for letting me push you into recording an acoustic version of Strawberry Wine for me. I love you sweetie! <3 :*

MASTERPOST

You took a deep breath as you listened to roars of the crowd. The guys were passing you, patting your back as usual as they made their way onto the stage. You were always a little nervous before a show, but even more so near your hometown. There would be people in the crowd you knew; people who would be judging you. You knew you would stop caring as soon as you were on stage. As soon as you started singing but right now. Right before, your stomach did flops as you watched Cas raise his drumsticks, just as Charlie and Jo took their places.

You twirled your mic between your fingers and closed your eyes. Calming your nerves as you stepped out onto the stages, lead by the sounds of Chuck’s guitar and Gabe’s bass.

“The smile the charm, the words, the spark everything you had it…” you sang as you walked out on the stage. Smiling as you heard the crowd roar. Your first single was always a hit with the fans and you had opened almost every show with it for the past 3 years. You stayed in the middle of the stage until you reached the chorus. You loved the feel of the wind in your hair and the crowd vibrating below you as you stepped out onto the edge of the stage singing your heart out. This was where you felt most alive.  

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Can I just say

That no matter how many times I see it, the final scene of poto will always break my heart. And it makes me realize, Christine never would have been able to choose Erik, or it wouldn’t have ever been the same, she just couldn’t have. It was just impossible for her to imagine a life with him. And that destroys me inside.

Because I’m an over-analyzer, I realize that as Erik, Christine, and Raoul sang three different song, Christine’s was the most powerful, it held even more meaning than Erik’s Point of No Return reprise because she sang Angel of Music. Christine sang Angel or Music in the start of the play when she was still trying to understand the phantom’s role in her life and the death of her father. She believed with all her heart that Erik was the angel her father promised to send her, or maybe even the spirit of her dad. Then she of course had a romantic attraction to Erik (who wouldn’t?) and regardless of whenever point that she realized he wasn’t her Angel of Music, it didn’t matter because in the final scene you could see by the look on her face that she was broken too. Christine sang Angel of Music saying how he deceived her because she had trusted him. He had watched over her and sang to her since she was little, and seeing his true darkness turned her life upside down, which was why she couldn’t handle it when he hung Joseph. Because she couldn’t imagine her Angel of Music doing such a thing, as she stated when she told Raoul she was too scared to go through with his plan to draw the Phantom out because he would separate her and Raoul forever.

Okay, stay with me. Now that that’s established, every single time Christine has gone to Raoul because she was scared, she knew deep down the phantom could never hurt her. Before All I Ask of You, she sang a reprise of Music of the Night, saying how much she actually loved him, despite her fear. The fear came from the fact that the one person she had after her father, even if she never saw him, had done something terrible. But nonetheless, she still loved him. Second, in the chapel before Don Juan, she was so scared to go through with Raoul’s plan because she didn’t want to be separated from Raoul or for anyone to get hurt because of her.
But she said herself she couldn’t betray the man who inspired her voice.

As for Erik…after All I Ask of You, he was heartbroken and you could see how much it hurt him. This is obviously because besides madame
Giry, he had no love. Not even his mother. But he LOVED Christine and just didn’t know how to express it. Because he was never taught how. So he came off as a little obsessive because he didn’t know how to show her how much he though about her. He lashed out when she took off his mask because he was scared it would make her hate him, as it had done his WHOLE LIFE. He murdered people because he had never been shown emotion and didn’t know how else to protect himself. However he was a bit obsessed with being the “opera ghost” so yes, he did murder innocent people. But I’ll get back to that…

Okay! Back to the final scene…before Raoul showed up, Christine told the phantom it wasn’t his face that was the problem, it was his soul that was the monster. Erik knew what he had done but Raoul so rudely interrupted so that hadn’t been covered. Once again, keep this in mind this is IMPORTANT.

When Erik seemed extreme in the final scene, threatening to kill Raoul, it was because he like really wanted Christine to marry him. However he would never have killed Raoul because it would destroy Christine and he knew that. But he realized he had gone too far. When Christine kissed him, he realized that she would never love him.

Before she and Raoul escaped, she came back because she couldn’t leave things like that. That was after he sang the first verse of Masquerade which was when he seemed to say, as he had through the whole final scene, that his face has caused the problems. But it was then he knew all he had done was the reason she couldn’t love him. And that final “Christine I love you” that breaks all our hearts was also his way of saying I’m sorry. And he knew there was nothing he could do but let her go, but he was sorry. And then I died.

Okay. To the loose end I didn’t tie up, I feel that he deserved someone who could help him through that. Erik, may have been dark and slightly unstable. But the reason for his monster was because he had never known any other way of survival. He had to do what he had to live, and that included getting Christine’s love. He was too afraid to be himself. All he needed to know was that that was what he should have been from the start. But how would he have known? All he knew was he loved her, and the thought of his one love not loving him back scared him. Erik deserved someone to teach him. To let him know that he was good enough. His face was not the problem.

I get mad at Christine not because she was wrong. I’m not mad because she chose Raoul. Raoul was a very good person. I’m mad because of how she left Erik. Yes, he was scary. Yes, he was wrong. Yes! He murdered! But he had known nothing but that. Except that he loved her. And she left him distraught. She made him believe he was a monster. She left him thinking he had a repulsive face, he had killed innocent people, he was a bit of a stalker, he had so much hate inside him…but look how much love he had hidden there. And don’t tell me for one second she didn’t love him too. When he said his “Christine I love you” (and I died a terribly painful death) i don’t expect her not to choose Raoul. I wished she had at least said that she loved him too, but they both knew they couldn’t be together. At least that. She could have seen that he had no other way of knowing how to act. He has no idea how to express his love. I believe Christine, instead of making him believe she didn’t love him when she very clearly did, she should have expressed this.

Because not only did the phantom love her until he died, I bet there was not a single day she didn’t think about him and what they had gone through. And I believe there was even a small part of Raoul that knew that too. And that’s also why I can’t hate Raoul. He loved Christine so much that he married her even though she would always be haunted by her love for Erik.

If you made it this far, you’re actually the awesomest person. I’m sorry I ranted I had to. Thank you if you read this. Even if you think I’m a crazy person (which trust me I am), thank you for not hating and either letting it go or being crazy with me😂😂
Reblog if you would have at least said this to Erik to let him know, his monster comes with a story and he deserved to know that. Not necessarily choose him over Raoul (even tho I would), just end it better than Christine did.

WOW I wrote a lot. I’m sorry. I won’t do this again….but no promises

@desthedemon YOU’RE RACHEL DARE AND I FEEL HORRIBLE PLEASE TELL ME YOU DON’T HATE ME. I still miss you friend. One of my greatest and awesomest Tumblr friends I promised. I did it based off recent messages I swear.

Mika: Ehhh, is it ok to ditch your work, mama?

Krul: It’s fine. Those idiots can last a day without me, or Ferid is going to get his ass kicked. So, it’s just going to be you and me with mom’s extra special homemade curry and movies today!

Mika: Can I stay up then?

Krul: No, you still have to sleep before 9 pm.

Mika: 10 pm! Pretty please, best, most prettiest, and awesomest mom in the whole world?

Krul: You flatterer. Did Ferid teach you that? (sigh) For that, an extra 10 minutes then.

Mika: Mama…

Always - George Weasley Imagine

-Requested-
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Hey! Can I please get an imagine where I’m dating George and we r fighting at the battle of Hogwarts and I’m dueling with bellatrix and I get cursed so I pass out, and George thinks I’m dead and freaks out? Thanks so much your imagines r great!!
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•Warning: Swearing•
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~(Y/n)’s POV~

Every inhale I took I can smell the ashes of the most happiest place I’ve ever been to but, I really didn’t care all I cared about right now is finding George the love of my life. I can’t even imagine a life without seeing that handsome face and that beautiful voice at least once a day. “George! Where are you?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs hoping that George would hear me.
“Avada Kedavra!” I jumped to the side just in time before a jet of bright green light hit me. I looked up to see Bellatrix Lestrang laughing and pointing her wand threatening at my face. I whipped my wand out and pointed it towards her chest “Stupefy!” I screamed but she just jumped aside “Feisty little girl aren’t you?” She asked still laughing hysterically “And your quite a bitch aren’t you?” I smiled; she growled angrily “Stupefy!” She screeched. I got hit hard in the chest and flew back hitting my head on the wall, then blacking out.

~George’s POV~

“And your quite a bitch aren’t you?” I smiled widely as I finished off the tall death eater in front of me. ‘Thats my girl!’ I though to myself “Stupefy!” I heard a cackling voice scream. I turned around to see (Y/n) hitting her head harshly against the stone wall and fall to the ground. “(Y/n)!” I yelled running towards her kneeling over her “(Y/n)! Baby please wake up!” My voice broke as a tear ran down my cheek “Aww how sweet!” I looked up 'Ohh she’s gonna pay!’ “Avada Kedavra!” I yelled furiously pointing my wand towards her. She was still laughing hysterically she didn’t even see the curse that I sent towards her. She flew backwards and landed on her back. I turned around and picked up (Y/n) in my arms; I brought her to my family “Someone help me please!” I laid her down on the floor gently and I let my mom, Mrs. Weasley, take a look at her. I sat a few feet away from them and started sobbing heavily.

“Oh god, it’s all my fault I should have protected her!” I told myself “George it’s not your fault” I looked up to see my brother, Fred Weasley, sitting in front of me “It is my fault! (Y/n) died because of me!” I buried my face in my hands “Whoa George calm down! (Y/n) didn’t die she just passed out!” Fred tried not to smile at my reactions “She w-what? she’s not dead!” I said excitedly “nope she’s alive and I think she’s gonna wake up soon” I jumped to my feet quickly and ran to (Y/n).

~(Y/n)’s POV~

“I think she’s waking up!” I heard a faint voice say; I opened my eyes half way to see George smiling down at me “Am I dead?” I asked tiredly “Nope your right here with me” George said squeezing my hand. He hugged me in a tight embrace “I love you so much” he whispered into my ear “I love you too Georgie” I almost cried “you know I had the most awesomest dream ever!” I told Georgie “You did? What was it about?” He asked confused “I called a death eater a bitch it was so awesome!” He laughed lightly “that wasn’t a dream! I was there when you said it!” I laughed “Ohh! That was really fun tho! But thank god the wars over and we still have each other” I kissed his lips passionately “we’ll always have each other” he said in between kissing making both of us smile into the kiss “Always” I whispered.

~~Kristian⭐️

💗Hello lovelies! Just a reminder that request are closed I’m so sorry! But I will be reopening maybe next week! Have a lovely day!💞