you can tell how much they mean to each other

dear someone,

i have so many questions i want to ask you but just don’t know how. and because i know for a fact that my voice would break and tears would start streaming down my face if i were to ask you in person, i am writing you this letter. furthermore, i don’t think that you would even listen to me. these days you seem to be ignoring me as if i’m your worst enemy.

how? that would be my first question.
how was it so easy for you to go? to just leave me and not even look back.
why would you leave and why would you leave like that? no explanation. no real goodbye. nothing.
was it even real? what we had, i mean. was it? because i’ve been dreaming so much about you lately that it seems like i can’t tell what’s real and what’s not anymore.

love, i wish you didn’t shatter my heart. i wish you didn’t make all these promises just to break them. i wish that you could have been honest with me from the beginning. honest about your intentions and your feelings for me.
the last time we were standing in front of each other, looking into your brown eyes made my knees go weak and my heart beat faster. how can someone feel so much and the other just not? i guess i’ll never know because i tend to give people all of me. always. with you it was no different. i gave you all of me, made you my favourite person in this shitty world and hoped that i would be your favourite too.

but this is farewell, my love. i hope that a part of you never forgets me. no matter how important i really was to you. i hope that wherever life takes you, it takes you someplace happy. you deserve it, i’m sure of that.

Love always,

—  e.s. // dear someone.

pop-punk-nerd  asked:

shallura idea That one scene where he yells allura instead if princess and Keith or Lance or both catch on and try to wingman (also that scene I'd awesome

AWWW yes. bonus points if they make it a competition between them, i.e. “who can get allura to fall for shiro quicker?” and just embarrass shiro further

  • the classic “your pants would look better on shiro’s floor” line from lance, the bastard
  • keith not knowing how to flirt so he just tries to convince shiro to tell her outright
  • lance talking up shiro too allura and she’s like “i’m glad?? you have so much respect for your leader?”
  • keith one day blurting out “do you like shiro or not?” allura blinks. “of course i like shiro. he is a good leader and a good person.” “princess, that’s not what i-” “oh, you mean the way you and lance like each other?” “yes - i mean no, NO-”
  • keith flees the scene and is a changed man
  • plot twist: allura fell for shiro a long time ago and tells him herself during one of their usual nightly meet ups when they can’t sleep, soft words and an even softer kiss that’s more than wroth the wait for both of them
okay but

when rowan finally gets to aelin, and she’s probably locked inside the coffin without any hope of ever getting out, so completely battered and broken physically but content because she knows she did everything possible to give her people, her court, her family a chance, 
and then suddenly she hears some kind of inhuman roar through the iron box that muffles almost all noise, but somehow this sound is loud enough to still hurt her ears even through the box,
and screeching as someone physically rips open the box, and she can smell copious amounts of blood in the air and the entire cadre is there, summoned by Rowan for the break in a day earlier and using all of their strength to save the queen they want to serve from the one they deplore,
and they shakily lift her out of the coffin but she can’t even be grateful because Rowan’s not  t h e r e, and if he’s not with them he must be hurt and oh  g o d s what if he’s dead, and she’s starting to lose it because she can handle whippings and beatings and torture but she can’t handle her mate being gone, not having been able to save him–
and then there’s a shriek nearby and suddenly he’s there, her mate is there, in the same room as her, cut and bruised and limping but alive, and with him is Maeve, but something is different and–oh gods, her neck is broken, her mate killed the woman who has starred in every one of her nightmares for the last year, the ones that didn’t end when she woke up, when the pain from the bone deep injuries pulled her out of brief unconsciousness, her magic unable to heal so many extensive injuries, and not in an iron box, iron shavings sprinkled onto her tattered skin after her session every day before she could be returned to the coffin, Maeve is DEAD she’s finally gone, and aelin lets out the smallest sound of relief,
and then rowan is next to her, snatching her out of his brothers’ arms quickly, but so carefully, tears building up in his eyes at the sight of her in so much pain, shaking with rage at quite how much blood and muscle is visible,
and her mouth starts to move, and she wants to apologize for not telling him about the mating bond and for sacrificing herself and not telling him, but he can see it in her face and cocks his head in the way she knows means don’t you dare apologize, Fireheart and gods she has missed this effortless communication, and Rowan, everything about Rowan, her husband and consort and mate,
and they’re both grasping each other tightly to assure that they’re real, because Rowan has seen his mate’s face day in and day out in battle strategy discussions next to Aedion and in the nightmares that never seem to end, and Aelin never thought this suffering would end but he’s here, he came for her even though they both knew he shouldn’t have, and she can’t stop looking at him, at that face she loves, and then he turns to face her directly and for a moment she thinks she’s seeing double–but no, there’s that scar above his left eyebrow, so the only thing that makes sense is–
“You got a new tattoo.” her voice is quiet and hoarse, but still so unequivocally Aelin, and he wants to both laugh and sob into her because of course, of course that’s the first thing she notices, the first thing she says to him, the first thing his mate says to him after being apart for a year, so he nods and clears his throat,
“I–our story needed to be represented there too. I mentioned the idea to Fenrys the morning you–the morning after our ceremony. And then you were gone, and…” his throat felt swollen shut, but he continued speaking. “and then it seemed only right that you had a place next to Lyria’s, even though I hadn’t learned my lesson and…” he trails off, but she can read the “failed you, failed you both but here again Maeve went right by me and I failed you
“Buzzard,” she says, and she could tell him all the same with her eyes and her face but after so long of nothing escaping her mouth but screams, it feels so good to talk, “I can’t have you taking credit for my abduction when we both know I’m simply too clever of a mastermind for you to have realized what was happening. And you’re here now, and that…I could never have asked it of anyone. You came.”
“Of course I came,” he can’t stop looking at her, hands still wrapped gingerly around her emaciated frame, and if he hadn’t already rutting killed Maeve and Carn he would lose it right now at feeling her ribs poking at skin where there used to be layers of muscle. “I’m not just anyone.” his voice cracks, and he so so hates displays of emotion and mushiness but he needs her to hear it, to know. “I love you, Fireheart. You’re going to have to get used to the idea that I’m never going to let you go if we’re going to be mated for the rest of both of our fae lifespans.”
and she’s laughing and crying, because of course she is, and this arrogant, territorial male is hers for all of that time, and she wants to ask after Aedion and Lysandra and Elide and Dorian and Chaol and Nesryn and the thirteen, but she knows he wouldn’t leave them defenseless for anything, and her mate is here and he knows he’s her mate and gods is she so glad to have the ridiculous buzzard in her life.
He gets her out of the dungeon, out of the palace and she can feel him tense when they get into the sunlight and the iron in her wounds is visible, and he starts to growl but restrains himself when the sound makes her cower the tiniest bit, and he presses his lips to her temple but she can feel the wind delicately removing the tiny metal bits from her back, and her magic slowly, slowly starts to knit the skin back together, cell by cell, and then she’s in a featherbed sleeping finally because she knows there’s no way in hell he will take his eyes off of her for the next century, and a few hours later she opens her eyes because something thumps onto the deck of the ship, and she startles and clenches her fists because they must have found her, but then her door is thrown open and Lysandra is there, running to her with tremendous sobs, and she can smell the cadre in the hallway, and Chaol runs in too, but they’re both thrown out of the way by a volatile Aedion, and she knows something must be wrong because Dorian and Manon and Elide aren’t there, oh gods not Dorian, and she knows well enough that war comes with sacrifices, but it was supposed to be her, not her book loving best friend, and of her a moment they’re all crying together before Lysandra pulls a sealed envelope from her pocket, addressed to her in that regal script, and she bursts out laughing because of course he left her a note, of course he’s going to tell her he chose this, it’s so very Dorian, 
and she spends days like this, crying and laughing and healing and trying not to flinch at every noise and voice, wrapped in Rowan’s arms and catching up on hundreds of hours of sleep deprivation, until one morning he’s shaking her and she groans in opposition, but he pulls her to her feet and helps her to the deck, and her breath catches because she can smell it already–pine and snow and love and happiness and oh gods, they’re finally–
“Home,” Rowan breathes in her ear. “We’re home, Fireheart.”


find jungkook (here), v (here), yoongi (here) & jimin (here

  • hoseok, with as wild and open as he can be, is someone that romantically needs familiarity,,,,,,,like he’s the classic case of “oh no im in love with my best friend”
  • except he’s really good at hiding it from other members and people because yeah he initiates skinship with you, throws his hand around your shoulder when you’re showing him something on your phone, ruffles your hair, tells you you look cute when you wear something new or cut your hair, but hoseok is like this with literally everyone so you never know whose special to him ,,,,,,in that way
  • but hoseok plans his confession,,,,he doesn’t fall into his feelings headfirst like jimin or get straight to the point like yoongi,,,,,,he takes the time to learn what you like and who you are as a friend and then,,,,,when he feels like it’s right 
  • he asks you out and it feels like a shock,,,,because you?? hoseok chose ,,,,,,,you??
  • and it’s not secret that everyone always makes up assumptions about hoseok’s love life because with a personality so bright and so,,,,,hot,,,,,there’s got to be a long list of people willing to do hoseok’s every bidding
  • but here he is, standing in front of you with flowers on a saturday night and he wants you,,,,,,,to go on a date with him
  • and it’s a date that seems almost perfectly catered to you. hoseok remembers that movie you wanted to see,,,,,,he remembers that you like popcorn a certain way even if he doesn’t like it like that,,,,,,he knows that you always pick seats towards the middle of the row,,,,,,he gives you his jacket because the theater is cold
  • and after he knows what restaurant you’ve been dying to try,,,,,he picked a theater close to it,,,,,,he points out that he likes how you look in the lighting and that afterwords you guys should take a photo together to remember this day
  • when the waiter takes your order hoseok asks if the dish you’re getting has anything that you might get sick from and it’s so considerate?????
  • but that’s hoseok and ,,,,,,,he knows,,,,,,you,,,,,,he knows your quirks and habits and what you like and don’t like,,,,,,,,,,
  • and when he’s walking you home,,,,,,hoseok asks  you to close your eyes for a moment. he wants to give you a gift
  • and so  you do and you feel something drop into your hands and quietly you ask if you can open your eyes but he says,,,no there’s one more thing,,,,,,,
  • and that’s when you feel his hand on your cheek, gentle and delicate,,,,,,his warm breath and how he smells really good up close,,,,,,
  • “can i?” he asks for permission, just like a gentlemen and when you nod he kisses you with such softness???? such,,,,,,restraint because you can feel a chill go down your spine and his almost at the same time
  • and hoseok wouldn’t want to be rude and take it to far on the first date but if you grab him, open your eyes and ask him to kiss you again well,,,,,,
  • then hoseok takes a hold of your waist, lets you tangle your fingers in his hair and he kisses you the way he’s been dreaming of kissing you for soooooo long and you can see his restraint is broken,,,,and your lips are both going to be swollen,,,,,but it doesn’t matter because
  • now hoseok knows another thing about you: you,,,,get weak in the knees for his lips hehe
  • and hoseok is such a charmer,,,,,you get home and you’re still giddy over everything and you get a text that just reads “my angel, goodnight~” 
  • and just that makes you fall over onto your bed with hearts in your eyes because,,,,,,,,,,oh god you’ve liked hoseok for so long and finally,,,,finally he’s shown you that you’re,,,,the one he likes too
  • but hoseok has a bad habit of being selfless and you learn this over the course of your dates where sure you two will do things you like,,,,,,,but you never hear hoseok as much as mention what he wants to do
  • so that’s why you always ask hoseok that instead of doing something for yourself or whatever how about you two do something new???
  • and hoseok loves this,,,,,because hoseok likes going out and being active and you guys throw away the notion that you have to stick to what you know to have fun
  • like sure why not go to the new amusement park, get scared on the rides together and scream your lungs out while holding hands????? a new rollerskating rink is open,,,,,can either of you roller skate????? what does it matter! you have each other!!! a cafe just got opened and they have raccoons??? ok hoseok might be a little frightened but he wants to go and wow now you guys get to tell everyone in bts you petted a raccoon named sylvester like,,,,,,,life is for living so why not do it together with the person you trust the most
  • and hoseok every now and then will pull out the romantic,,,,picnic by han river, cuddling under the stars thing that you like but you always make sure to set up a nice date at the practice studio where you and hoseok put on random music and dance around while no one else is there
  • namjoon once walked in on you guys dancing and hoseok was doing a handstand while you were holding his ankles and namjoon was like,,,,,,,,,ok,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,im out
  • and you and hoseok were like,,,,,,we might have scarred him,,,,,oh well
  • but what hoseok is really the best at,,,,i mean he’s the best at everything, but what he does that no one else has ever done for you is he supports you with his entire heart.
  • he never has doubts about your dreams and he never makes you feel like something is impossible. he trusts your decisions and gives his wholehearted love to you,,,,,,,
  • if you have a dream, hoseok shares that dream with you. that never changes about him
  • even if everyone else tells you you’re pushing it, even if they’re your family or close friends, hoseok will tell you with all his honesty that he thinks you can achieve anything
  • he’s always smiling, arms open to hold you, in your times of needs and that kind of emotional support is something that isn’t common. not the the level of hoseok
  • and sure he worries about your safety and well-being but he knows your potential and he does everything for you to know it too,,,,,,like how can somebody embody the word positive - idk but hoseok does 
  • and being around him never makes you feel weaker or discouraged because hoseok respects you,,,,,,,,and wants you to succeed 
  • he puts you before himself and it’s so lovely to have someone whose first thought when you tell them you want to try something is “do it! ill be behind you, supporting you the whole way!”
  • the sad part is,,,,,,hoseok fails to support himself the way he supports others but that’s ok because now he has you!!!! 
  • people see him for his smile, his athleticism, his never ending cheer but hoseok is honestly hard on himself. and you catch it in how he refers to himself as “ugly” or “unwanted”,,,sure he might say it jokingly but you know better
  • and when you’re alone, you can see the darkness the festers inside of him sometimes and that’s when you tell him how much he means to you. how you’re not joking when you tell him he’s the sun,,,,,he’s everything warm,,,,,,he’s kind and handsome and so so so so talented and that his family, his friends, and you are so proud that he’s here. all that he’s achieved and more
  • and hoseok cries sure ,,,,,, but when you give him that comfort and that assurance he just holds  you so tightly because you are everything precious to him and he is everything precious to you
  • and with each other you can really do anything,,,,,,,
  • and WOW that WAS EMOTIONAL,,,,,,but seriously as hoseok’s significant other you have to give him all this love because he deserves it. buckets and buckets of love. but yes on to the cute parts of boyfriend!hoseok
  • he loves giving you compliments and cheesy-gooey-lovely nicknames,,,,,,,,,,he loves it so much every damn week your name in his phone changes to something cute and sugary followed by every heart emoji avilable
  • and jungkook was like “hoseok, i want to call you s/o what’s their name in your phone?” and when hoseok said it out loud jungkook was like u know what nvm im not calling some named honey bunny all that is my heart -______-
  • you once played a trick and hoseok was like whats my name in your phone!!!! and you were like oh it’s just hoseok and he got all pouty and sulked and asked hoW could you do that to him
  • but you were like baby im joking it’s ‘prince of my heart, i love you 2 the moon and back’
  • hoseok had literally lighted up like a christmas tree and pulled you into his lap to give you eskimo kisses and tickle your sides for tricking him but he was smiling the whole time,,,,,,,,
  • he really likes it when you tell him about your day and you get to something frustrating and you get all cutely animated and he’s just grinning and you’re like!!!!!!!! it’s not funny
  • and hoseok is like no no it’s not,,,,,,you’re just so adorable i can’t help myself
  • and you hit him playfully but he catches your hand and kisses it you’re like rolling your eyes,,,,,,but it’s so sweet
  • but seriously hoseok loves when you’re open and truthful with him,,,,,,,communication is everything to him
  • to the point that you two can be sitting in silence, you’re in between his legs with your head on his chest texting on your phone 
  • and he’ll just lean to whisper in your ear that right now, he loves you so much like it’s random and whatever but he just has the need to say it
  • knows you like a specific kind of cologne on him so he carries it with him everywhere,,,,,,even if he’s far away from you he has it with him
  • knows your takeout order by heart
  • you know his by hear too
  • yoongi: this is the epitome of love, knowing that your s/o wants menu number 4 on sundays and menu number 2 on mondays.
  • hoseok and u: can’t tell if yoongi is being sarcastic but thanks yoongi
  • hoseok tells  you about how he really just wants to make his mom proud so sometimes when he’s practicing you take videos and send them to her
  • and hoseok finds out and is like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why!!!!!!!! and you’re like “because your mom said she likes seeing you dance!!!!!”
  • and hoseok is like,,,,,,,,,heart shattering because you’re so cute,,,,,how are you so damn cute
  • takes pics of pretty things he sees on tour and is like “reminds me of you!” 
  • loves to buy things for you,,,,,,like you’ll be like don’t i don’t need anything!!! but he has an impulse to spoil you,,,,,that’s just how he is hehe
  • looks super hot coming back from practice,,,you know wet hair from sweating and low hanging tank top and he knows you’re into it so he’ll send you selfies in the mirror and you’re like !!!!! don’t tease me jung hoseok
  • and he’s just like,,,,,,wish you were here ;)))
  • but intimacy with hoseok is really just again about trust and being there for one and other and hoseok has the capability to be so gentle and loving when you need him to make you feel good because the day has been shitty and whatnot
  • but hoseok can also snap,,,,,and become this sensual,,,pleasure above all person with kisses that burn into your skin and a grip so hard and so needing that it makes your head spin
  • but like anything, he puts you first and sometimes you seriously have to flip him over and be like “ok, my turn - no no no hoseok stay down”
  • likes it when you wear his accessories more than his clothing (because you’re better without the clothing cough i didn’t say that) but he thinks it’s cute when you wear like a bracelet of his or that time you stole the keychain off his bag
  • and it was the keychain of the hiphop monster version of jin and you were like hehe so cute but hoseok was like ,,,,,here take this one instead
  • and traded that jin version for his and you were like you’re right,,,i should carry you my boyfriend around with me instead
  • hoseok,,,,blushing,,,,,,,,,,but also smiling because being called your boyfriend makes him so happy
  • concentrates when watching dance videos and his mouth is always open, tongue peeking out and you’re like dammit hoseok and he’s like huh
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,what no i didn’t say anything and he’s still eyes glued to the screen like uhuh and you’re just like seriously what how is he so hot he’s literally not doing anything and im turned on????
  • hoseok’s magic wooo
  • yoongi is especially fond of you for taking care of hoseok and he won’t admit it but you guys are his favorite couple and when you get all pda and soft if jungkook opens his mouth yoongi shoves some candy into it and he’s like “let hoseok have this - do you understand me?”
  • you lay side by side with him when he’s tired and falling half asleep
  • and he’s at this stage where he’s just mumbling his answer and you’re just ever so quietly like hoseok,,,,,,,,are you made of stars,,,,,how can you be so bright
  • and he mumbles and cuddles his head into your neck
  • and you hold him and you think he didn’t hear you but the next morning hoseok hums to himself about him?? made of stars??? if that’s true,,,,,,you’re made of gold
  • and you overhear him and blush like i,,,,,,,im gonna go take a shower
  • hoseok: ok ill come with you!!!!
  • hoseok scribbles lyric ideas down on random scraps of paper that he can forget about but you collect them and tape them up in your room and when hoseok sees he’s like ???? you keep them
  • and you’re like shrugging and telling him you love reading what he writs
  • and hoseok touches the paper and looks at you and you’re just standing there smiling and hoseok is like “i,,,,,i love you so much you know that right?”
  • you: yes you’ve said like the 53rd time today. not that im complaining i love hearing it!
  • hoseok the type to buy you three bouquets of flowers so big that he can’t see in front of him when he’s walking down the street tbh,,,,,,,,,,
  • also last but not least,,,when hoseok wears glasses and is reading or at the cafe with you it literally takes all your might not to kiss him so hard because he looks SOOO CUTE 
  • boyfriend hoseok ,,,,,,is everything ,,,,,,,,,,,,,
not to me

based on that line from the end of 4x01

“Princess, huh?”

 Clarke knocks her shoulder into Bellamy’s as they walk, leaving Polis behind them. He glances down at her, his lips quirking up in the half-smirk she has come to love.

“You got a problem with it?”

“No,” Clarke says, “just haven’t heard it in a while. Especially not from you.”

Bellamy shrugs. He knows she’s just messing with him, that the nickname lacked the derision it originally had when they first met, but he still feels the need to clarify.

 “All these people know you as is Wanheda,” he says, coming to a stop and turning to face her. “That’s not all that you are, Clarke. Not to me.”

 Clarke blinks, unprepared for how strongly his words resonate with her. She gapes for a moment, floundering for something to say that can convey just exactly how much Bellamy means to her.

Instead, she surges forward, winding her arms tightly around his waist and tucking her head into his chest. He wraps his arms around her with no hesitation, crushing her body against his and resting his cheek on the top of her head.

Clarke listens to the beat of his heart, strong and steady. They don’t speak; they don’t need to. Everything they need to tell each other is communicated through their embrace.

I trust you. I’ll support you. I need you. Thank you. I love you. 

Eventually, they break apart. They have to keep moving, they can’t afford to waste too much time. But now their steps are quicker, more determined, and their arms brush against each other with each step. 

They don’t know if they can stop what’s coming, they don’t even know if they have a chance. But they have each other, and because of that, they still have hope. 

anonymous asked:

if jk and jm really were dating, could u give us ur opinion on how/when u think they romantically started getting involved?? I never really here people talking about their friendship before and the lead up

If jikook are really dating (key word: if!!), I have a few theories about them and when or how they got together. I think it’s one of those things I imagine a lot because of how much I ship them. But I’ll share my most realistic theories (once again stressing this post is for fun, not saying jikook are actually real). This is really long (it also took me hours bc tumblr crashed 2 times when making it smh). 

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( you know i truly think stiles would put the decision about him going to DC in lydia hands , i am pretty sure that he knows that she will tell him to go,like if she told him don’t go which she would never say he would have stayed , i don’t know how to explain jiekjrkgkrj please feel free to discuss this with me  ).

Proof that this entire episode was fan fiction:


(2) No seriously though, are the writers telling us that Coulson and May flirted this much on every mission?? Posing as husband and wife with included bra strap fumbling?? I’M DROWNING IN MY OWN TEARS


(4) “you have game?” Chriiist the eye sex is real with this one - i mean, how much flirting can one woman do while on mission??


(6) ok and let’s not forget that scene in the car (!!!) - like they actually  cannonically admitted that they’re hella interested in dating each other (!!!!) HOW IS THIS NOT FANFICTION

(7) And fiiiiiinally, now half the team are freaking androids?? AND FITZSIMMONS HAVE TO FIGHT THEM OFF? ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE STYLE?? 


malec kisses analysis

I. let’s talk about all Malec kisses.

 • First kiss, the wedding kiss: It was Alec choosing himself. It was his way of saying that he’s gay, that he won’t pretend to be something else anymore and that he’s choosing his happiness over rules, over traditions. To me it was also about Alec choosing Magnus to be the person beside him trough all that was coming along with that choice. 

 • Second kiss, the sleeping beauty kiss: It wasn’t really a full kiss because it was only Magnus kissing Alec while he was basically dying. But that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t a somewhat important kiss as well. As I said before, Alec was dying, Magnus was desperate, he didn’t know what to do anymore. So that was the last thing he tried. It wasn’t a necessary kiss, but it was a meaningful one. It had a motive. It wasn’t just a random kiss. He thought that it might wake him up. But that only works on fairy tales, apparently.

 • Third kiss, the first date kiss: an important one. It was their first date and it was about Alec making a choice, again. This time, Alec was seeing how much him and Magnus are different, how things are somehow complicated but he’s not giving up. He wants to stay, he wants to try. & that kiss tell us that. That kiss was extremely meaningful and important because he had a choice and he chose Magnus. He chose them. Together. If you pay attention to that moment, to that kiss, you’ll see that that was the final step for them to consider themselves officially in a relationship. (relationships take effort / I’m all for effort.)

 • Fourth kiss, the random kiss: their first random kiss. Yay!? They are comfortable with each other, kissing just because they want to. Just a couple showing affection, showing how much they care and want each other. (ps: that kiss lasted 5 seconds. & I’m pretty sure Magnus/Harry was dead cause he wasn’t moving at all. Not even his lips.) C’mon guys, really?! You can do better than that.

 • Fifth kiss, the road to the next step: and we’re back again with the kiss with a motive, with a meaning. That one was Alec literally showing Magnus how much he wants him. Telling him that he wants to take things to the next level. (the sex step.) Let’s remind everyone that Alec was a virgin at that moment, so that kiss tells us a lot. I don’t have many words to tell you how much that kiss and that moment were important but you know that already so let’s move forward.

 • Sixth kiss, the next step kiss: It’s a little after the fifth kiss so it’s basically the same thing. It’s a extremely important kiss (again) because it’s Alec choosing to lose his virginity. And Magnus choosing to not be afraid to take a chance, to be vulnerable after closing himself up in every way possible for so long. That was the final kiss stating that they are about to go to the next step.

  (spoilers)  • Seventh kiss, the I’m so glad you’re alive kiss: we saw that kiss in the the mid-season finale. (& we got more than just a kiss. Yay!) But that kiss is …again… an important kiss. You can see the fear in their faces. You know how much they were afraid to lose each other. They are (still) at war now, everything is a mess, they didn’t have a clue about what could’ve happen. Magnus was in danger and Alec needed to fight. It was an urgent kiss, a more than meaningful kiss.

. So you’re basically asking yourself, where the hell are you getting at? Let me explain why I wrote this analysis.

Couples tend to kiss each other all the time. All the damn time. Yet, with Malec, we only get kisses when it’s an important one. When it means something, when it’s convenient. & that’s not realistic. That’s on the writers, yes, but it’s on us too. We get way too excited with every little detail about Malec. We can’t help ourselves, we love these fools. I get it. I know I don’t speak only for myself when I say that every week my hopes are so high that they fly through the window. & okay, sometimes we have good scenes, like tonight they were talking about depression and being suicidal and that’s really important. I’m so glad that they talked about that. I have depression, a lot of us have. So, to see that being acknowledged on the show was incredible.

 But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because of the details. They only kiss when it’s an important kiss. They don’t hold hands. They don’t show much physical affection even though they just had their first time together. I don’t want just a LGBT couple out there. I want a real, well represented LGBT couple and they were doing such a good job, they still are, but it can be more realistic. It can get better. & I can easily think about a few scenes that they could’ve kissed or could’ve been more physically intimate and it would make sense. It wouldn’t been for a reason, it would be just because they love each other and they want to be with each other.

 When Alec asked Magnus to throw a party for his little brother, instead of that pat on Alec’s chest, (again, what the hell was that, mr. bane?) he could have kissed him. Tonight’s scene when they were talking about important stuff, it would make sense for them to hold hands or to hug each other. Or even a little kiss. If you compare the intimacy between Clary and Simon / Clary and Jace (before the family thing, obvs) / Jace and the Seelie / Izzy and Meliorn (and so many more) with Magnus and Alec you’ll know what I’m talking about. & Climon just started dating like 2 days ago. Let that sink in. They make a huge deal about Malec kissing each other and we do the same thing. This has to stop because it’s not a big deal, it’s normal. They’re a couple, they are sexually active. It doesn’t make sense. We reached a point where we need to say: stop making such a big deal about every single Malec kiss. They are together now, they’re dating. Physical intimacy it’s normal.

  So here it is, folks. I don’t know if I’m alone in this, I think/hope not but I just needed to say this. We still have more episodes to come and things are good but I believe it can be great. I am a little sad and disappointed about some things on this show but I’m not complaining, I just think it can get better and more realistic. Constructive criticism they say.

anonymous asked:

Thank you so much. Honestly I'm so grateful that Liam has stans like you who aren't just stupid assholes. Like all those 'ziams' who are claiming that Liam hates Zayn and is an ignorant fool and all that, like honestly how can you be that blind. It's fucking clear that anything, and I mean ANYTHING, that is even associated with stupid Wootton is full of crap, much less a fucking podcast from him. Like don't be a fool. All these idiots need to be educated.

Hi friend, 

THANK YOU for seeing through the BS and doing Liam right. 

Originally posted by ziamance

I’ll tell you something. These “ziams” who apparently used to love and support both boys and cry about their matchy aesthetic and how they were pulling outfits mirroring each other are NOW saying Liam’s album artwork is copied from Zayn. LMAO, give it up for the royal fuckery and direct 180. These very people are NOW talking about how they are not a fan of the matchy lighting at Zayn’s performance and yesterday at Liam’s GN performance, meanwhile Niall is out there doing the same. I crie. XD

Let’s just accept the basic problem with these people. They would rather Liam be painted in the most negative light right now, notwithstanding the repercussions on his rep. More than half this fandom has a very distorted notion of love, tbh. They’d either buy stuff like z*gi or ch***iam or would rather think that Liam and Zayn do not have a life outside of each other and must do everything revolving each other and this mindset is permeates into the way they respond to stuff these days. 

Like you said, anything associated with dickpad is crap. I have some sharp friends and I am thankful for them, and one such lovely person made an excellent point: why did Dan get pictures with both Harry and Niall to advertise his fucked up podcasts but none with Liam? Liam’s been doing a lot of pictures, yeah? Then why? How many times do you think they recorded that bit to get it to sound the way they wanted? Another sharp friend remarked, if none of the boys are free, Liam isn’t free either. And yes, Liam’s narrative will always have been different to Louis’. They are stuck in a similar situation, not the same.

These people saying Liam deliberately signed up for a stunt…. UMM??? Which artist who respects and understands and loves music would want his solo promo to revolve around namedropping and talking about his personal life only? I have seen tons of interviews of new parents where the congratulatory talk happens and it’s done, they proceed towards work talk. Honestly, all the people thinking negative of Liam and painting Zayn as some hapless scorned lover need help. 

Remember when Liam wore the yellow jacket and Zayn that red sweatshirt like thing? Also remember when Liam posted the yellow jacket pic captioned with 5 hearts, rainbow hearts. If this were Louis or Harry, people would be calling them LGBT icons and Kings and savior of the fandom but anyway. 

Too much fandom negativity, look at this pretty boy now:

Between Friends

Sam asks for a favor that only very, very good friends would agree to do.

This was a very weird idea of mine that I sort of came up with after a quirky dream. It sort of almost has Blam in it but not really like they’re not involved other than… educationally? Yeah… I’m gonna go sit in a corner.

“I need help.”

Kurt doesn’t look back from his jewellery sketches when he hears Sam say that, assuming he won’t be needed in this conversation. His husband’s best friend would be in town for the weekend only and Kurt’s more than happy to let them have their time as he is due to finish his designs in the next few days anyway.

“With what?”


But there are some things that pull Kurt’s attention even when he’s trying to focus on something else.

“Uh… okay,” Blaine says slowly, stealing a glance at Kurt who shrugs.

“Yeah, I mean. You two are pretty good at it, right?” Sam says. “At least you have a lot of it.”

“What makes you say that?” Kurt asks.

“Oh, come on.”

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    I was going to do a follower appreciation for 1,337 followers, but then Persona 5 dropped and everyone made a blog and (glances at milestone in the rearview) … So I’m going to call it a 2 years celebration.  I made narxkami on April 21 2015, so it’s been just over two years since I started this blog and let me say that it’s been a blast from beginning to right now. Yu has helped me through a lot of things and helped me grow as a person (I hope), but it would never have been possible without all the precious S. Links friends I’ve met along the way. You guys mean more to me than I could ever put into words, so I just want to say thank you. Really. I’m sure I’ll forget some people, but please remember that if I follow you or if we’ve interacted ic or ooc, then you’re part of my wonderful experience here. I can’t express how grateful I am to know you all. Without further ado …

     THE OG INVESTIGATION TEAM: You guys defined the main cast in a way that any number of animes and spinoffs could never do. Even if we’re apart or don’t interact any more, I’ll never forget you guys. 

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    @bleachblondbeefcake, @notyourprinccss, @thekingteddie, @sweetpvnk, @puckish-rogue, @atolsremix, @hyoukan, @froppii, @fearframed, @hananura, @reaperdachi, @beyondarrest, @emoticlysm, @sabazio@truthorslap@purseona, @seacrowned, @backstagebaae, @galacticpxnt@steelbanchou, @dokitsuu, @lamentis, @honorbourne, @rationalclover, @hiunmei, @treurspel, @ujimashii, @foolspartner, @desbearer, @orokana-riko, @frcidyne, @fragilefated@breakmaki, @shrapnelsong, @starpcff, @naesarang, @saltyprotector, @mcncheri, @downtomyunderoos

      RANK 10—YOUR EYES TO SEE THE TRUTH: If you haven’t seen your name yet, brace yourself for exorbitant amounts of praise and sappiness because you guys are the lights of my life—I can’t imagine existing without you.

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This is the first thing like this I’ve ever posted on a place so public, so please be kind! Yes, I find myself in the realm of fanfiction. It’s been a great outlet after a rough start to the year.

“Daryl! Run!” You shout, the enemy closing in behind you. You hear a bang and then you’re down on the ground, blood pouring from your shoulder.
“No! (Y/N)! Stay with me, please. Open your eyes, open them!” Daryl screams at you, tears falling down his face as he carries you to the waiting car.
“CUT! That’s great, let’s take a break and we’ll shoot the car scene after lunch.”
Norman stands there, still holding you in his arms.
“You can put me down now Norm,” you laugh.
“Oh I can? What if I don’t want to though?” He walks to the lunch tent with you draped across him, your hands now around his neck.
“No! Put me down!” You protest, not wanting to be carried into a room full of your cast mates.
He stops right outside the door.
“Fine, I’ll drop you here shall I?”
You nod, and he gently puts your legs down on solid ground. As he goes to straighten up, his hand brushes your hip, and you get butterflies in your stomach. His other hand still rests on your lower back and when he’s standing upright again he looks directly into your eyes. You stay there looking at each other in comfortable silence for what seemed like forever until he started leaning down towards your face. You leaned up slightly to meet him half way and just as your lips were about to connect, Andy came bursting out of the door behind you.
“You coming in yet guys?”
Norman looks up at him and sighs.
“Yeah, one minute man, I was just talking to (Y/N).”
“No worries, I’ll save you two a couple of plates.”
He retreats back inside, looking at you both through the door. Norman leans down again, kissing you quickly on the lips. He then moves round to your ear and whispers.
“I’m sorry, I just needed to do that. Talk properly later, yeah?”
“Yes, definitely.”
He guides you inside and you both sit down opposite one another to eat. Every time you look up at him his eyes are on you, and you both can’t help but smile through chewing. You accidentally kick him under the table as you cross your legs, and you mouth ‘sorry’ at him, then rub your foot on his leg to try and make up for the kick. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and has to push your leg down for you to stop as he gets a little too excited by your gesture. You look at him questionably, and he widens his eyes and nods down to his crotch.
“Oh shit!” You say out loud.
“You okay (Y/N)?” Andy asks.
“Uh, yeah, I just remembered I have to ring someone. Sorry.” You ramble as you run out of the tent. Your day started off so normally, and now Norman has kissed you and it seems like he has feelings towards you that would suggest more than friendship. This is pretty much what you’ve been dreaming of since the day you started and now you have absolutely no idea what to do. You start walking towards set again to try and clear your head. You sit on the bonnet of the car you were going to be shooting in soon, and lean back against the windscreen.
“Hey, you okay?” Norman asks softly, standing next to the car.
“Yeah, fine. Just tired.”
He goes to say something else and reaches out his hand when he’s interrupted.
“Right, back at it guys! Norman, (Y/N), back in position please!”
You get up off the car, he picks you up, and one of the make up people adds more blood to your bullet wound and over Norman’s arm.
The scene starts and you go limp in his arms, your head lolling back and forth as he runs to the car door with you. He places you inside and climbs over you as Danai starts to drive off.
You have to keep pretending to be unconscious while Danai and Norman say their lines, but you start to feel slightly sick with the rhythm of the car making you rock sideways and you try and keep your head fairly still, but as it’s hanging off the edge of the seat that’s almost impossible. You suddenly retch, nothing coming up luckily, then again.
“Stop! Stop the car!” Norman shouts, lifting your head up and helping you to sit properly. “Are you okay (Y/N)? What’s wrong?”
Norman has his arm around you, the other tucking your hair behind your ear. One of the show’s runners passes him a bowl and he puts it on your lap, holding it in place. Danai runs around to your side and opens the car door letting air into the vehicle. You welcome the breeze, but retch again into the bowl a couple of times.
“Can we get a medic please?” Norman asks the runner. They nod and radio for a medic to come on set.
“I’m fine, feeling better after that last one, honest.” You mumble, the nausea finally passing.
“You need to get checked (Y/N). Look at me,” Norman says, panic in his voice. He lifts your head towards him. “You don’t look well, you look pale, and one of your eyes is bloodshot. Have you got a migraine again?”
“I had one yesterday, but it went. Only got a little throbbing today.”
The medic comes to your side of the car and asks if you can get out. You nod and swing your legs out of the car. As you go to get out your head spins slightly and you fall back into the car. Norman jumps out and runs round to hold onto you and help steady you.
“Jeez, I’m fine,” you mutter.
He sits you down on a chair and the medic take your blood pressure.
“It’s very low. Have you been drinking enough fluids? It’s very hot, and migraines need water. Lots of it.”
You look at him sheepishly.
“I’ll take that as a no then. Okay, you need to come with me and we’ll get you rehydrated.”
“Can I come too?” Norman asks the medic.
“If you want to, yes you can.”
You look up at him, wanting to protest, as this was embarrassing enough already, but when you saw his face it was contorted with worry, his hand rubbing his face anxiously. He looks down at you and catches your eye; his expression softens and he smiles.
“Come on sick girl, let’s get you better.” He lifts you up from the chair, puts a hand around your waist and takes your arm to wrap around his neck. You hobble to the first aid tent and he gets you on one of the comfy chairs. Another wave of nausea hits, and you put your arm out, trying to signal that you were going to retch again. Norman holds the bowl in front of you with one hand and gets your hair out of the way with the other. You gag, making a horrible sound, and your eyes start tearing up as a reaction. Once the feeling has gone you sit back up and nod to him thanking him. He passes you a tissue and you wipe your eyes and mouth.
The medic comes over and gives you an anti sickness tablet and some water, along with a drip to get you rehydrated quicker.
“You’ll be out in a couple of hours, don’t worry.” The medic says.
You give a thumbs up and rest your head back on the chair, now feeling very tired. You fall asleep very quickly, and when you wake up Norman’s fingers are interlinked with your own, and he’s fallen asleep as well. Your hand twitches and he slowly opens his eyes to see you looking at him with a soft smile.
“Hey, you okay? Feeling any better?”
“Yes, much better thanks.”
He keeps his hand in yours as he sits up and takes a close look at your face.
“Hmm, you do have more colour in your cheeks. I don’t think you should shoot anymore today though.”
“It’s not a long scene though, I can do it, honest!”
He moves closer, squeezes your hand and kisses you. You close your eyes and lean into him. He pulls back hesitantly.
“One condition,” he whispers, “you do not leave my side. And I mean you’re coming back to mine after filming so I can look after you.”
“I think I can live with that.”
You head back to set after being checked over once more and having a rehydration drink. When you arrive holding hands, Danai looks round at you both and gives a big smile.
“(Y/N)! How are you feeling now? Did Norman nurse you better?” She winks.
“I’m feeling much better thanks, and he did pass me a tissue when I needed it if that counts,” you joke.
“You should really see this photo actually.” She says, guiding you over to her seat and fishing around in a bag for her phone. Once it’s in her hand she gets a conversation with Tom up on her screen, and a photo of Norman sitting next to your chair in the first aid tent as you’re fast asleep. He’s got your hand clasped in both of his, leaning right next to you, kissing you on the forehead.
“He really does care for you, you know. Tom came to check on you and found Norman fussing around you, propping up your pillow, checking your temperature, making sure you had the fan on you. It’s not the first time though is it (Y/N)?”
You look at her, thinking back to all the moments before where Norman had looked after you, always been there when you needed someone to talk to, if you felt unwell, or were just missing home. Just as you go to say something, you’re called into position again. You nod at Danai and she smiles back.
“(Y/N), we’re going to keep in some of you being ill and pick up from there if that’s okay? I hate to say it, but it kind of worked.”
“Ha, that’s fine, no problem.”
You get into the back of the car again, Norman beside you, and he holds your head like he did before.
You complete the scene without any nausea this time and finally get to wrap up for the day. As you head toward your trailer to pick up your things, Norman catches up with you.
“Hey, what did I say about not leaving my side huh?”
“I was only going to get my things and head over to your trailer. You don’t need to worry about me so much, honestly.”
“But I do (Y/N), I can’t help it. How can you tell someone to stop worrying about the person they love?”
You both stop still and look at each other.
“Love?” You ask hesitantly.
“Yeah, I love you. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t.”
“I love you too.”
“You don’t have to say it just because I did you know.”
“I’m not. I would never do that to you. I love you Norman. Have done since I started here.”
“I never knew. I didn’t think.. I mean, the age gap. Might have put you off.”
“Never. That doesn’t matter to me. If anything I thought it might put you off me.”
“What? No way! I couldn’t give a shit about that stuff.”
“So, what now then?” You ask, moving towards him and closing the gap between you both. He leans down and kisses you lovingly, you hold on to each other to steady yourselves and explore each other’s mouths for a few minutes. You pull apart finally and he looks into your eyes.
“Well, I still think you need taking care of after what happened earlier, so it’s back to mine as planned and plenty of water for you.”
“Sounds good to me.”

Wolfgang x Kala

Because sense eight totally keeps me up at night I was thinking (again) about wolfgang and kala and their relationship with h the other sense eights in their cluster.

I was thinking about it because of how when Wolfgang was in trouble heading to that restaurant and one of the others was like “he doesn’t talk much” whereas in actual fact he does. But only to kala, and I think that’s beautiful. I think it’s unusual because of how despite the fact they they are all connected and therefore they know him in an emotional level they don’t actually know half as much about him as kala does and I really like that. I mean they must be able to feel how much they love each other, hence why will was like “soooooo youre afraid to tell Rajan that you are super in love with a sexy German wolf” or something along those lines…

I just wonder that even inside the cluster where everyone knows everything there still seem to be secret places and all that kala knows about the super adorable “how much I love you” Wolfgang can be stored and I really like that. I dunno it’s just cute.

Notes from Batdad

-The No-Kill rule is not “More like a guideline than an actual rule” Jason. Stop telling Damian that.

-The Batmobile is not for joyriding. 

-The Batmobile is not for “picking up chicks”.

-The Batmobile is not for giving Damian driving lessons.

-None of you are allowed to drive the Batmobile. Ever.

-Tim is not a toy.

-Patrol is not for gossiping about which of the super criminals are dating.

-Glitter bombs are not and will never be standard equipment.

-Stop trying to one-up each other on how much tragedy you’ve gone through. It’s distracting.

-Just because Edward Nigma has reformed does not mean you can invite him over for Trivial Pursuit night.

-The costumes are not for getting a drink discount at the Iceberg Lounge.

-Most of you aren’t even legally allowed to drink.

-The next person who calls me a player or a manwhore is grounded. Yes, even you Dick.

-Stealing the tires from the Batmobile is not an acceptable Father’s Day present.

anonymous asked:

what would you say is the thing that's changed the most since you and sherlock took your relationship beyond platonic levels

I think we’re more honest with each other. We clearly both fancied each other for a long time and held back so much so having that freedom to say what we feel has been liberating. We’re not worried about tiptoeing around conversations for fear that we’ll reveal too much so we can chat about our past and our feelings a lot more. 

Also it means I can tell him when he looks gorgeous and he can tell me how charming I am ;)

Meant for You Part Two // Barry Allen x Reader

Summary: Barry decides to go back in time to save his mother but when he finds he doesn’t have you in the new timeline he tries to go back to the ‘original’ timeline. Only to find he doesn’t have you there either. He goes on to try to convince you that you two are meant for one another.

Word count: 2,599

Warnings: None

Barry went outside onto the porch to call you, he just needed to hear your voice and make sure you were still here. He looks through his contacts, three times, and he can’t find your name. He looks past it and just dials your number. It doesn’t ring but an automated message says how the number is no longer in use. Again, he looks past it and just decides he’ll go and see you tomorrow.

The next morning he heads to Jitters before going down to the precinct. When he’s walking out, you’re walking in. He sighs in relief when he sees you.

“Y/N, oh my gosh it’s so great to see you,” he hugs you, clearly catching you off guard.

“Oh, hey, Barry,” you say hesitantly. “It’s Barry, right?”

“Um, yeah,” he says confused as to why you seem to not know him that well. “When was the last time we saw each other?” He tries to play it off cool, while trying to get some information.

“Um, I guess when Team Arrow was helping Team Flash with Zoom,” you shrug with a slight laugh in your voice.

“Oh, yeah,” he acts as if he recalls you being there, he does but not for Team Arrow.

“I’m glad that I’m finally seeing you in a time that’s not full of crisis,” you smile.

“Me, too,” he says. “So, what brings you to Central City?”

“Visiting family,” you answer. “I was thinking about stopping by S.T.A.R. Labs later, do you think everyone would be cool with that? I know there’s a lot of tension nowadays,” your lips pull to one side of your face.

“Tension? There’s no tension,” Barry states.

“Barry, you don’t have to lie to me,” you raise an eyebrow. “I know I’ve only been with Team Arrow since the last time you were there but we still need to be transparent with each other.”

“I’m not lying,” he says, genuinely meaning it. How much of this timeline did he change?

“Felicity tells me everything, and you’ve called her a lot about how you and Cisco aren’t getting along and neither are Joe and Iris. I know it’s bad now but you guys can all get through it, I’m sure of it,” you explain and Barry’s knees go weak. He’s changed a lot.

“Well, I better get going,” he says before darting off, not even waiting for your goodbye.

He’s in the alleyway of the precinct when it hits him. You’re not his anymore, you barely even know who he is. He can’t hug and kiss you anymore whenever just because he wants too. He can’t fall asleep holding you in his arms. He can’t pick himself up when he’s down on a mission just from you whispering sweet, encouraging words into his earpiece. He can’t tell you how much he loves you, and he can’t hear those words come from you.
That’s when he breaks. He falls to his knees sobbing. He doesn’t know what’s worse, the timeline where he saw you dead or the timeline where he sees you living a happy life without him and where he can never be happy without you. You don’t know how much you mean to him, you don’t know your his source of light, happiness, and life. You don’t know you’re his everything and he’s supposed to be yours.

“This is all my fault,” he mumbles. “I did this, I lost her.”

He sits there sobbing for what seems to be hours. Nothing else matters, nothing else that changed in this timeline could hurt more than this. He feels his heart breaking and his soul being crushed. How could he lose you, the only person that matters? What has he done?

Barry gets to S.T.A.R. Labs and everyone just seems to be waiting around glumly. Cisco’s normal, chipper demeanor has done a complete one eighty and he just sits there with a frown planted on his face. Caitlin just looks blankly at her screen along with Iris. The only one who seems to be in a good mood is Wally.

“Hello, hello,” Barry hears your voice fill the cortex, lifting everyone’s demeanor just the slightest.

“Y/N,” Caitlin smiles while giving you a hug.

“Hey, stranger,” Cisco smiles, walking over to you.

“What brings you here?” Iris asks.

“Well, I was just in town visiting some family when I ran into to Barry and figured I needed to see the rest of Team Flash,” you smile.

“It’s great to see you,” Caitlin says. “Especially when it’s not about a major crisis breaking out,” you two laugh.

“Though, speaking of major crisis, I could use your engineering expertise on the project I was talking to you about,” Cisco chimes in. “I’ve managed to set fire to my workplace about five times while working on this new project.”

“What?” Everyone in the cortex asks at the same time.

“A small fire,” he defends.

“Yeah, I guess I can take a look at it,” you laugh. “I’ll talk to you guys in a little bit,” you add before following Cisco down to his workshop.

Once you’re gone Barry takes a seat and just rubs a hand on his forehead. Iris walks over to him and takes a seat.

“What’s wrong Barr?” She takes his hand in hers.

“I’ve just messed something up and I don’t know how to fix it,” he shrugs, staring off into the void.

“You want to talk about it?” She asks.

“No,” he shakes his head. “The less people to know the better.”

“Not even your girlfriend?”

His head snaps to her, confusion taking over every fiber in his body. “What?” Is all he can manage to get out.

“Me, silly,” she laughs. “Not even I can know?”

His mouth just moves up and down, trying to form words but not being able to find the right ones. So, he’s not dating you not only because you barely know who he is but also because he is with Iris. Peachy.

“You’re acting really strange today,” she points out. “Listen, I get you aren’t ready to talk but once you are I’ll be here,” she says giving him a peck on the lips before walking back to her computer.

“I’ll be right back,” Barry says, still in a confused daze, before walking out of the cortex.

He makes his way down to Cisco’s workshop where he sees you working on one of his new projects, he’s unsure of which one since he’s unsure of everything in this timeline. Cisco is looking over your shoulder in utter amazement at your engineering skills, at least that stayed the same.

“Hey, Y/N,” Barry nervously asks.

You look up at him, making sure to keep your hands in place to not mess up all the work you’ve just done. “Yeah?” You ask.

“Um, I know your busy right now but when you get the chance can we talk?” His nerves build up, he doesn’t even know what he’ll say to you but he’s hoping whatever you’re working on buys him some time.

“Yeah, sure,” you smile. “This will only take about thirty seconds,” you shrug.

Barry and Cisco watch as you twist a screw, connect some wires, and adjust a few software chips and a blue light on whatever you were making flashes on. You remove your hands and smile down at your work. You close the covering and pick up what looks to be like two bracelets before handing them to Cisco.

“There you go, power altering meta-human cuffs,” you smile proudly at your work.

“And you’re sure they’ll work?” Cisco asks.

“Well, you need to test them first,” you say and take them back from Cisco before walking over to Barry. “Put on these cuffs,” you instruct.

“At least buy me dinner first,” he jokes causing you to blush.

He slips them on to either wrists and looks to you for what to do next. “Now, run,” you instruct, “at high speed, of course.”

He goes off to run but as hard as he tries to run faster he can’t. He can only move at a normal speed. Confused, he runs back to the workshop.

“Could you run full speed?” You ask.

“No,” he shakes his head.

“Good, then the cuffs worked,” you smile while removing them from his wrists. “They’re meant to stall your powers,” you explain.

“Oh, how does that work?”

“Do you really want to get knee deep in engineering?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Not really,” he laughs.

He smiles, nothing feels different between you two. It feels like the same chemistry, to him at least. He knows you don’t feel it, you don’t feel that you two are meant for each other the same way he does. He’s just another science geek with incredible abilities to you. It hurts him to think you’ll never know what you two once had.

“Okay, now what did you want to talk about?” You ask.

“Oh, right,” his nervousness comes back. “Um, come with me,” he says and leads you out of the workshop.

He leads you to the time vault and you stand there in awe when you see how the wall opens into a whole other room.

“You going to have to give me the mechanical notes on that,” you say in awe. “That was the smoothest transitional wall I’ve ever seen.”

You two step into the vault and you look around at the empty room. You wonder why he brought you here to talk. You wonder what he even needs to talk about anyways. It’s not like you two are extremely close. Though, you will say during this visit something has felt strange between you two. You can’t quite put your finger on it but it’s like there’s more to your relationship than just helping each other when meta-humans are trying to take over the world. It’s like something is missing from your memory, you can sense it but you don’t know what it is.

“So, what is it you need to talk to me about?” You look at him and notice his usually Barry demeanor is a lot more serious. Which makes you wish there were seats in here, who has serious conversations while standing up? Wait, what serious topic would he need to discuss with you.

“I messed up and I don’t know how to fix it,” he sighs.

“Barry, I don’t mean to be rude,” you start. “But why exactly are you coming to me with this? We aren’t exactly close. Iris or Joe could probably help you more than me,” you slightly laugh to lighten the mood.

He runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. You can’t tell if he’s frustrated at you or the situation. You rest a hand on his shoulder, you can feel the tension in his muscles relax under your touch.

“What happened?” You softly ask.

He looks at you and you can see the tears forming in his eyes, “I lost the person who means the most to me.”

“Barry, I heard about your dad but you can’t blame yourself-”

“No,” he cuts you off, the first tear slips from his eyes and he quickly wipes it away. “I’m talking about you.”

You’re taken aback. You? What does he mean by that? You two hardly know each other.

“Me?” You question. “What are you talking about?”

He lets out a sigh, “This next part is going to sound crazy but you’re just going to have to believe me.”

You should just leave then, he sounds completely out of it, but something makes you stay. Something makes you feel like you are the person who means the most to him and that he means the most to you. Except, you don’t know how that’s possible but you can feel it’s true.

“I ran back in time to save my mom,” he starts. “In doing so I changed the original timeline and lived in this alternate one for a little while. One with both my parents, one without any of the friends I once had, one with out you.”

“What were we in the original timeline?” You quietly ask.

He shakes his head and looks to the ground, a few more tears slipping down his cheeks. “We were stupid in love,” he chokes out. “We always said had we were meant for each other, just made to be together. On Earth Two and in the future we were married, we thought it was a sign that in every timeline, in every life, we would be together.”

You feel yourself getting choked up too. You believe what he’s saying, your gut is telling you that everything he’s saying is true. You may not be able to remember the past timeline but you can feel it. You can feel how you used too, you can feel all those feelings for Barry. You know it’s true.

“I guess we were wrong,” he quietly says.

A silence fills the room, neither of you know what to do. You feel all the emotions he described and you need a way to make sure they’re true. You lift up his chin so he is looking at you, and before he can say anything you slowly place your lips onto his. He immediately responds by kissing you back, you can sense his longing to kiss you and you feel it too. You feel his lips on yours is natural, as if you’ve kissed him a million times before. You feel as though you two are meant for each other. You feel as though some time in the past you two were together. You know that what he is saying is true.

That’s when you get a flashback. It’s if you and Barry sitting on his front porch. He’s saying goodbye. He’s saying that he’ll find you in the new timeline. He’s saying that you two will be together on every earth, every universe, every life, and every timeline. You know this memory is real, just from a different timeline, from the original timeline. That is enough to prove to you that you two truly are meant for each other.

He pulls away, leaning his forehead to yours. “No,” he sighs. “I don’t want us to be together because you feel we have too.”

“Barry, this whole time I’ve been here I’ve felt something between us,” you start. “Something I couldn’t understand. It felt like there was something between us, something that had been there for ages,” you explain and you can see the light flooding into his eyes. “When you told me about the original timeline I knew it had to be true, I just wanted to prove it. When we kissed, that was enough proof. It felt just as it did in the original timeline, and I know this because that last memory came back. The one right before you left to save your mom. When we were sitting on the porch and you we’re trying to reassure me that whatever happens we’d always be together. That we’re meant for each other.” His smile makes your heart ache to kiss him again, to be with him again. He’s yours and you’re his, no matter what.

He cups your cheeks in his hands, wiping away your few stray tears with his thumb. “I love you so much,” he smiles through the tears streaming down his face.

“I love you, too,” you smile, placing your hand overtop his.

“I’m meant for you.”

“And I’m meant for you.”

anonymous asked:

i didn't know kpop singers trained for years before their debut, but i mean all singers in general work really hard i don't see them as anything special either

Okay let me tell you this: when a boy/girl gets into an entertainment  company, they start their time as trainees, which means they have to train each day for ten hours (or around that time, each company has its rules) on dancing, singing, music theory, korean, and sometimes other languages too such as chinese/japanese/english. Some companies have also this cruel method which sees all the trainees put together once a month, so that each one of them can show the rest how they’ve improved and sometimes even how much weight they’ve lost. When the company deems them ready, they can finally debut in a group, which was previously formed; they release their first single and start promoting it about every day in different locations; that means, they perform live, meet the fans and attend the interviews. After one month (or even more) of promoting, they get away from the spotlight and start preparing their new album, and then the cycle restarts. Adding to that, it’s important to keep in mind they are under constant pressure to win awards, and keep their fanbase happy; their appearance is always under scrutiny and most times the companies have them to lose weight till they reach the “ideal” weight (that is, around 45 kg I think?). Now, I’m not saying you should like kpop because kpop idols do all the things stated above, but I do feel like claiming we need to  acknowledge they work really hard and are not just there for their looks.

True Paradise (Saeran/MC)

I can’t breathe.


Actually, I can.

It’s just hard to. It’s hard when you’re not the only person in the room. It has never been easy when another person is involved, anyway. I should have realized that the first time I let myself be associated with her.

What was I thinking?

She invited me into her room, holding my hand. And I allowed her to do that. How foolish could I be? It should have been easy for me to reject her. To push her away, like my brother always did a long time ago when she was trying to help him saving me.

Shit. Now I realize something. He had won against me, for God knows how many times. I’m weak. I’ve always been weak. Both my body and now my mind. No wonder Mother liked to abuse me–maybe it’s not entirely her fault. I’m also at fault for being too weak and rely on my brother too much.

But… this is strange.

I stare at the ceiling, stupidly waiting for it to give me answers, somehow. I’m practically petrified. I can’t move. I’m struggling for air. Why the hell did I let myself be in this situation in the first place? I don’t get it.

It’s too late.

I’m getting used to this. I should have gotten used to being pressed down, being powerless, being under someone’s control like this. I’ve always been that one small-sized person to be picked on, someone who serves other people. A marionette. That’s what I am.

I thought I have changed after all that had happened to me. I should have become stronger already at this point. No one should ever pin me down like this again. Now that I think about it, I’ve always been secondary. Mother has had fun torturing me, then I was saved by Rika. Even so, I had become her servant. Again, secondary.

Then RFA saved me–I was saved for the second time in my life. Saved, saved, saved. Is that the purpose of my life? To be saved? When will I save someone? When will I be primary, be the first person? Be the person who does something?

I met her again. The woman I had sent to start everything all over again. I’m not sure how should I feel about her at first. It’s complex. Sometimes I can’t even look at her chocolate eyes.

Ha. I really want to laugh right now. Look at me. I’m disgusted.


This one’s different.

I hate her. Yes. I hate her so, so, so much. I hate her for turning me into a marionette again. I hate her for doing what she’s doing to me right now. Not letting me breathe properly… what the hell are you thinking, woman? Are you insane?

I hate myself. I thought I hated my brother the most, but I was wrong. I hate myself even more. I hate myself the most. I hate my weak, pathetic, disgusting, imbecile self. I hate myself for not resisting. I hate myself for letting her turning me into a secondary person again.

Most of all, I hate myself for falling into her trap. I hate myself more than I hate her.

I’m losing myself. How?

I’m tired. I’m tired of thinking. Of questioning. Of denying. Should I give up then? Maybe I’ll try harder next time. When she’s not being this… affectionate.

I like it.

I don’t know. I’m not sure. I’m being a marionette again. I swore to myself that I’m going to be a better person and everything. Look at me. What am I doing? She’s playing with my strings and I give her my permission. Who’s really at fault here?

I don’t plan to stop her. This is funny. I hate her. She is able to destroy me. I hate it. For the first time tonight, I actually enjoy being a marionette.


Lips on skin. A kiss.

Teeth sinking in. A bite.

Hands stroking my cheek. My hair.

Thumb swiping my bottom lip.

Hand tracing my arm. Find its way to my hand.

Fingers entangle. Fit each other like a completed piece of puzzle.

Mint green meets chocolate. Mint choco chip? I must be out of my mind.

Woman, can’t you see? Can’t you see how much I’m suffering because of you right now?

My widened eyes, my slightly parted lips, my short breaths, my heart that is beating so fast it doesn’t feel like it’s beating at all anymore?

Do you want me to die? Just say so.

You can kill me right here, right now.

“Hold me.”

Her voice. It is dark. Just like the room we’re in.

And I obey her like a disgusting pathetic worthless servant fool I am.

Why? Why do I make everything so easy for her?

My brain stops working. Lack of oxygen.

I let her guide my other, free hand.

And she straight up kills me. She locks me up with her lips.

She moves. I gasp.

She moves. I stop breathing for some moment.

She moves. I die a little inside.

With each moves, she kills me. Little by little.

She sends her toxin through my spine, spreading all over my body.

I’m dizzy. The world is spinning.

I’m sweating. I’m draining. I’m dying.

She shows me no mercy. She hates me so much. She really wants to end my life.

I want to tell her to stop. But I can’t do anything. I’m practically in a coma.

No. Scratch that.

I don’t even want her to stop.

I don’t know what’s in my head at this point. I have completely lost control of myself.

She continues to intoxicate me until there’s too much toxin in my body, much more than I can handle.

I scream.

Probably one of the loudest scream that ever comes out of my mouth in my entire life.

I can’t do this anymore.

Sweating, panting, my vision turns blurry.

Her face is the last thing I remember before everything goes black.

I’m dead.


It’s way past midnight. I look at the clock and it shows me 2 AM. I sit on this bed with clouds of smoke surrounding me. Good thing I still carry it around. My brother would have been mad at me if he had seen me do this, but I don’t care anymore. It does a better job in calming my nerves down than he does.

I don’t get it. I don’t understand any of this. I thought I was going to die for real, but I just had my most peaceful sleep in forever, albeit not for long. I have so many things going on inside my head, it’s insane. With every smoke I breathe, one thing in my head comes outside.

At least I think it does.

From the very first moment, I don’t get it. What is this? What is all of this? Why did she invite me into her room? Why did I let her? Why did she do all these things to me? Why did I let her? I don’t understand her. I don’t understand myself either. We are both crazy.

I thought I hated people. I hate my brother. I hate RFA. I hate Rika. I hate everyone. But did I really hate them? Or I just thought I did? I thought I hated her, this brunette-haired woman. Seeing her face makes me sick. Sick of hatred? Sick of guilt? I don’t know.

So many questions, yet no answer. Am I going to have another one of those sleepless night?

I look at her. She’s sleeping. She looks so peaceful. Hands wrapping around my waist. I hate it. I hate her. It’s not fair. She is the one who does this to me. She is the reason why I can’t sleep. She builds all these questions in my head. It’s really unfair. She can have her sleep while I can’t even close my eyes.

And then she wakes up. Those chocolate eyes of hers open. She stares at me right away.

“Well hello there, night owl.”

I say nothing. I only return her stare and that’s all.

She chuckles. “My body pillow has to sleep.”

Body pillow? She addresses me as her body pillow? How dare she.

“I’m not your body pillow, woman.”

“But your body says otherwise.” She wraps me tighter. Now I hate her even more. “Can I hug you like this forever?”

This woman is insane. If I had known it sooner, I would’ve chosen another woman.

“No. You can’t.”

“Very well, then.”

She lets go of my waist and sits right beside me. We stare at each other for a while. Then she glances at my cigarette. She takes it from me just like that. Within seconds, she blows some smokes while looking at me.

I can’t do anything about it. Why is that? I’m angry with her. But it’s only in my head. I stare at her, watching her as she enjoys my cigarette. What is this? This view… why can’t I stop it?

“What makes you so nervous? Anxious? Hmm?”

I frown. “I’m not nervous nor am I anxious.”

She blows another smoke. Long and slow. “Don’t lie to me. Not many people know this but… I smoke when I get too nervous or anxious.”

“I’m not you.”

It must be an incorrect answer. She closes the gap between us. We have no distance until I can feel her breath touching my face.

“This cigarette tastes funny. Sweet. Like… apple caramel? Now I know what you’ve had before this.”

I roll my eyes. She is goddamn annoying. “Shut up.”

“I like it when you’re angry,” she says. Before I have the chance to do anything, she strokes my hair. Her fingers brush through each strand. Then she entangles them into her hand. She has fun playing with my hair. What is wrong with this woman? “I know you’re flustered. All of this… must be new to you.”

She blows another smoke.

“I can’t sleep as well. You might think that I was sleeping so peacefully earlier, but I wasn’t. As soon as you woke up, I did too.”

I stare at her. Should I tell her how I really feel? I have so much in my mind, it’s disturbing. I want to know what’s wrong with me, what’s happening to me, what’s the meaning of all this. God. I want to be free.

“I just want to sleep.” I say.

She looks at me. We stare at each other. Her hand is still on my hair. “Alright.”

She stubs out MY cigarette. But I don’t want to deal with it. She can do whatever she wants for all I care. Like I said before, I just want to sleep. If she can’t help me, nobody else can.

All of a sudden, she cups my face. Mint green meets chocolate again. “Not all people are bad. I know everything you’ve been through. I understand if it’s hard for you to trust someone ever again. But I will never hurt you. Take my word.” She says with her rough voice.

Hurt? Hurt me? I remember what happened to me before I fell asleep. I remember that I was dying. I couldn’t breathe. I was tortured. Abused? But why am I still here? I have no intention to leave. I don’t even have intention to flinch. Is it because I’ve already gotten used to being abused?

What kind of abuse was that? The kind of thing that makes me want to stay? Is that even possible? No. It was different. Mom yelled at me when she made those bruises, she clearly despises me. People at Mint Eye also yelled at me when they injected those needles into my skin. I was hurt really bad back then. Now that everything’s been done, I realize that Mint Eye was merely an illusion.

Tonight is different. I admit that I was tortured, but actually, it didn’t feel that bad. If she really were to kill me, I don’t mind being killed that way. At least it was better than ropes and needles. She kissed me, held me, touched me. No one has ever done things like that to me before.

At this point, I have given up. I’m tired of resisting. It costs a lot of energy, but is of no use. It’s far too late anyway. Just do everything you want to do to me, woman. Do as you please.

“You can have the best time of your life if it’s with the right person.” She whispered.

With that, she kisses me on my lips. I close my eyes. She kisses me again. Numerous times. Slowly. Passionately. She kisses my cheek, all the way down to my neck. Her one hand grabs and pulls my hair down, forcing me to tilt my head. I’m shutting down.

With every kiss and every touch, she sends me deeper and deeper into slumber. I’ve never been this serene for God knows how long. Even in my whole time when I devoted all of my body and soul to serve Mint Eye where I could find my paradise, I’ve never felt like this. I thought Mint Eye was my everything, but it was nothing compared to… this. Whatever torture this is, I… like it.

I’ve always been told that people are horrible creatures. They are sinners, made by the Devil to destroy Earth. Rika, Mint Eye, and I have the job to prevent those dirty rotten humans from ruining this world. They need to be cleansed. I believe in that, looking at my parents and then my brother.

But what about her?

And what about this? Are we sinners? Do we need to be punished? How much of a sin is this? Are we destroying the world by doing this? If this is what they call a sin, I understand why Satan willingly lives in hell for eternity. I choose this over whatever it is that’s been given to me in Mint Eye.

Rika always says that Mint Eye is a paradise because it’s free from pain and fear. Everyone there is supposed to be faithful, trustworthy, and honest. But those needles hurt me. But Rika herself betrays me in front of my brother. As for this woman… I have yet to see her betray me and hurt me. She never betrays me even if my brother is around us all the time. The thing that she has done to me earlier leaves me breathless, but at least it made me sleep.

Does that mean… this is a paradise?

“Feel sleepy now?”

Her voice. I’m already half-conscious. I can’t open my eyes. My head feels light. It’s like I’m not here anymore. But I can still feel it. Her kissing my face and my body while she pushes me gently onto the bed. I breathe slowly. She strokes my hair and caresses my cheek.

Is this what true paradise feels like?

I feel no pain. I feel no fear. Only peacefulness and contentment. No needles. No medications. No ropes. No bruises. No anything. Just me and her.

She kisses my forehead. “Goodnight, sleep tight, and have a nice dream, sleepyhead.” She whispered.

I don’t want to leave. I want to be in this paradise forever. This is the place I’m looking for

She lays herself down right beside me, pulling the covers up our bare skin. The night is cold. I’m almost shivering. Unconsciously, I wrap my arms around her as I keep her close to me. That way, we’ll be warm together.

It’s funny how the question and its answer lie on a same person.

Now that everything’s clear…

I’m asleep for real.

The End

P.S: Lolololol I’m sorry. Maybe someday I’ll write a real Saeran smut. Becauseapparentlysubmissivesaeranismynewestkink. Hohoho. Maybe… someday… a real dominant Saeran smut… who knows…