you could be happy and i won't know

Imagine Woozi showing you his cute eye smile when you tell him that you’re happy to have met him.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you do write andreil where Neil leaves Andrew to protect him? Like angst with a happy ending cause Andrew won't let Neil be stupid ! Thank you so much I love your writing!!

thank you thank you, my majestic anon! i know a lot of people have written prompts along these lines before, so i tried to take it in a direction i don’t think i’ve seen. also on AO3.

send me prompts :)

Neil hears Andrew in the kitchen of their Detroit apartment, apparently trying to navigate the cabinet of pots and pans. A loud crash comes just seconds before a hissed, “Shit.” Neil smiles and laughs quietly to himself, returning his attention to the Exy notes he’s working on.

“Shut up,” is thrown harshly from Andrew’s general direction.

Okay. Well, he thought he had laughed quietly.

Neil ignores him and watches King as he jumps up onto the couch beside him. He reaches out to scratch along his spine as Andrew comes around the corner to glare at them both, giant wooden spoon in hand. Neil wonders how much damage Andrew could do with that particular kitchen tool. He has been known to be quite creative.

“Are you going to help, or are you going to continue being useless?”

Neil smirks at him. “Oh, do you need my help? I just assumed you had everything under control.”

Somehow, the glare intensifies. Having thought this feat to be impossible, Neil is pretty impressed.

Andrew turns on his heel to head back into the kitchen. “Get in here,” floats back over his shoulder, like he knows Neil will immediately follow. He’s right.

Neil releases a dramatic sigh as he tosses his notes onto the coffee table, navigating his way around cats and furniture to trail after Andrew. Once he enters the room, he sees that Andrew has hopped up onto the counter and is studiously ignoring him, turning the spoon over and over in his hands.

Neil stares at him until he finally looks up. Andrew simply points to the pile of vegetables on the counter beside him, then over to the cutting board on the drying rack.

“Really? I thought I was offering assistance, not to take over.”

“Like I’d let you take over anything,” Andrew replies, something dangerously close to amusement in his voice.

Neil rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he relents. “What’s your job then?”

Andrew gestures toward the stove with his wooden spoon. It’s a pot of jasmine rice that’s just been set to simmer. That’s it.

“That won’t need any attention for like twenty minutes!” Neil complains, but Andrew just shrugs and looks pointedly over at the cutting board again.

Neil casts his eyes to the ceiling and lets out his second dramatic sigh of the evening, resolving himself to chopping for the foreseeable future. As he turns away to pick out a knife, Andrew grabs his arm and pulls him back to the space between his legs, still dangling over the edge of the counter. Neil smiles and begins to lean closer. Just as Andrew’s mouth opens to ask his yes or no, they are interrupted by three quick knocks on their front door. Andrew raises a questioning eyebrow, and Neil answers with a shrug.

Neil reluctantly pulls away and starts toward the door, counting it as a victory that he kept his third dramatic sigh underwraps. He opens the door, and upon finding no one, sticks his head out into the hallway. His eyes catch on a large manila envelope leaning against wall. He stares. Picks it up. Turns around, and closes the door.

He stops just inside the living room, still staring at the object in his hands. Perfectly innocuous, not suspicious in the least. It shouldn’t fill him with fear and anticipation the way it does.

A second later, the envelope is gone. Neil looks up to see Andrew taking it into the kitchen, opening it along the way. He follows.

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Episode 12x01 spoilers, watch out for unoriginality since people have probably already done this

@destieldrabblesdaily Shirley this is all your fault (I guess you could say happy really late birthday I don’t know)


character moodboard - all for the game : Nicky Hemmick

Happy birthday to my little sunshine Nicky!

⤷  “Hello, there’s protein in the peanut butter”, Nicky said.
       “Let go of me before I tell Andrew you’re outlawing chocolate. 
     I said let go. You’re not the boss of me. Ouch!
        Did you seriously just hit me?”

    “I’m walking away and pretending I don’t know you”, Aaron said.
      “Traitor”, Nicky called after him.

    “Kevin, just let him go”, Neil said. “It’s not worht fighting over.”
      “When out defense is sluggish we all suffer”, Kevin said.

    “You aren’t serious”, Nicky said. “We’ve got how many hours until          serve? This will all be out of my system by then. 
     You can watch me take a shit if you don’t believe me.
       I didn’t think you were into that kind of thing but - ha”, he crowed      when Kevin stomped off. He flashed Neil a triumphant grin, oblivious to        the way the store clerks were staring at them.

    “I’m a master of persuasion”

  • Me: Guess it doesn't matter which show I start next, everything is heteronormative and has 1 queer couple max.
  • Me: *starts Sense8*
  • Sense8: has a happy lesbian couple featuring a trans woman and a gay couple. Both have sex all the time and even the straight sex scenes are gay. The queer couples are happy in love and it's cute af.
  • Me: *tears up*
  • Me: Maybe this won't last very long
  • But you feel so right, and I could be wrong
  • Maybe I've been hoping too hard
  • But I've gone this far
  • And it's more than I hoped for
  • Me: *continues watching*
  • Me: I had second thoughts at the start
  • I said to myself , Hold on to your heart
  • Now I know the beauty that you are
  • You're wonderful so far
  • And it's more than I hoped for
When You're Sick 🤒🤢
  • Sister: I'm sick.
  • Brother: What're the symptoms?
  • Sister: Sweaty palms, and achey knees. Sometimes when I close my eyes and don't think about anything, I can feel my heart beating really hard. Harder than usual. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. There is something seriously wrong with me.
  • Brother: Alright, I'm googling your symptoms. Hmm... Web MD says you're in love.
  • Sister: Love?
  • Brother: I guess so, if that's what Web MD says it must be true.
  • Sister: I have never been in love with someone before, not romantically, at least. I don't think I am in love.
  • Brother: How would you know if you've never been in love before? You don't know how it feels.
  • Sister: That is logical. I guess, I don't know. If this is love, then it is underwhelming.
  • Brother: Most things in life are underwhelming.
  • Sister: That is true.
  • Brother: Wanna get high?
  • Sister: It won't mean anything, but sure.
  • *later*
  • Brother: *blazed to fuck staring at the wall*
  • Sister: You know, I wish I could understand how you feel now. No matter how high I get, I always feel the same. Everything feels the same to me. I have never told anyone this but I don't think I have ever felt happy, or sad, or angry. I just always feel the same. Neutral.
  • Brother: *blinks*
  • Sister: Remember that old friend I used to hang out with? The one I would always bring over and she would do my hair and other things that friends do. She stopped being friends with me. She actually told me she loved me - this was way before we stopped being friends - and I told her I did not feel the same way, but I still valued her friendship. I did not actually value her friendship. I did not think much about her at all. I just said that because I thought I should. I remember the last day I spoke to her, we were out at the lake just sitting and watching it. It was frozen over and so gray and lifeless. It looked like it went on forever. It was so quiet too and I could just close my eyes and take in the absolute silence of it all. I wanted to lay back and let the atmosphere take me. I could have frozen to death for all I cared. I just wanted to be lost in that gray moment forever. She just got up and left. I sat there looking at the lake. I have not talked to her since.
  • Brother: *blinks*
  • Sister: Do you think she got up and left because I did not care about her? Because I have been reevaluating my position on my relationship with her and the nature of my life in general. Those symptoms I described to you earlier were symptoms that I did not feel until the moment that she ran across my mind whilst I was organizing my possessions. I like to organize my possessions, disorganize them, and then reorganize them because it keeps my mind from slipping into the gray - like the gray lake I described to you before. I feel as if I will stay there forever if I slip into it too much, though the thought of that is rather comforting, if I am to be honest with you. But, when she ran across my mind, I got sweaty palms which immediately threw my organizing into disarray. It felt unsatisfying. Remember when I told you that I feel basically the same no matter how high I get, I do not think that is true. Remember how I told you I have never felt. I do not think that is true either. Brother, I think I do feel, but I think something is taking away my precious life moments regardless of if they are good or bad. Brother?
  • Brother: *gone*
  • Sister: Tch, it got you too.
  • *later, elsewhere*
  • Social Worker: So you're saying things have been getting worse?
  • Sister: Exactly, please listen to me. I am about to lose my apartment as my brother was the only one capable of paying the rent. I believe I am about to lose many more things. It is good that you contacted me, as I will now be able to explain my position. Since I was born, everything and everyone of importance has simply walked out of my life or disappeared. My emotions left me at birth, my parents left me and my brother shortly afterwords, then went our inheritance, then my job, my friends, and now my brother. I am of the belief that something has been taking them away from me. I believe it may be some force that is paranormal in nature. For what reason such a force would have interest in me is beyond my understanding, but forces like this usually are not ones to be understood.
  • Social Worker: That sounds nuts. I think your problem is that you lack ambition.
  • Sister: I do lack ambition. There is no doubt that I do. I will never deny my lack of ambition, however my ambition has been taken from as well. Soon my apartment will be taken from me and the last true thing that keeps me bound this world, the organizing of my possessions, will be lost to me. What should I do, social worker?
  • Social Worker: I don't know. I'm not your keeper.
  • Sister: Social worker, may I remind you that you are the one who called me to your office and that I would rather have let myself sink into the boundless gray. I am giving this world one last chance, and I would think you would have called me here for some reason. Or would you rather waste my time?
  • Social Worker: *gone*
  • Sister: Ah, so you too have been taken. Right before my eyes. *looks at the ceiling* How much are you willing to take from me and for what reason, I wonder?
  • Spindly hand: *reaches from nowhere and removes the door from the wall leaving a blank space where it once was*
  • Sister: ...Ah.
  • Spindly hand: *reaches from nowhere and removes the window from the wall leaving a blank space where it once was*
  • Sister: I see.
  • Spindly hand: *drags the social worker's desk away, and the chairs, leaving the sister in an empty box of a room from which she can't escape*
  • Sister: I see. I see. You want to leave me with no choice but to give myself to the gray. Are you the gray embodied, or just a messenger of its will? Will you answer me at all, or is my search for reason in this nonsense futile. Why am I even asking? You're not listening to me. You are nonsense like all the emotions and people and things in this world. All those things that leave you when you are not perfect and you can't understand them, so they don't even bother trying to understand you. I am nonsense too because I was born when something like you exists just to slowly take away anything that ever could have meant something to me. *sits against the wall and closes her eyes*
  • *a frozen lake, seemingly endless, sprawls in front of her*
  • Sister: This is where I belong. It's like a dream, an empty miserable dream. It makes me feel like nothing. And maybe I am nothing. *blows away like dust*

anonymous asked:

Jess are you going to share your thoughts about what happened yesterday? if you think they are together or not after all of this. I know some people will continue to ship after that, other won't, other will watch from afar..It's alright. We have all our place here.

I’ll continue to ship because it’s fun and it makes me happy but I’m not going to explain this away and turn it into something it’s not, even though I wish I could. I think because I was away from here for so long it’s easier for me to deal with it when shit hits the fan. I’m not interested in turning this into a big conspiracy theory (and that doesn’t mean I’m bashing the ones who are. You do you!!). If they’re with other people then fine, not my problem or my place to have an opinion on it really, just stop with the games. They can still give us shippery material without acting like they want to rip each other’s clothes off every five minutes. They can push that friendship that they claim to have down our throats as much as possible but I think they should stop with the behaviour that makes them look like they’re a couple. There’s no need for it, and there was no need to start it all back up again at the beginning of the year if it’s not the truth.

Also, I’m not putting the blame fully on them. I know we read into things that aren’t there and we overreact a lot of the time, but they do have to take some responsibility. After all, we’re not shipping for no reason. It’s their behaviour that led us all here to the top deck. Own your truth Sam and Cait. Shippers are a pretty understanding bunch (for the most part). We’re not going to come to your doors with pitchforks and demand you be together if you’re not. Be happy. Stop the games. Is this continual madness in the name of privacy really worth it? No one needs to know the ins and outs of your relationships, but being honest about the people who you’ve chosen to spend your lives with wouldn’t hurt. Show a tiny bit of PDA at the next event and I promise we’d all get the hint. 

  • tmr books: minho tells thomas that he loves him, thomas constantly comments on how muscular minho's arms are in unnecessary detail eg. 'he could almost see the blood pumping through them' and 'minho's powerful arms folded and tensed, veins bulging all over the place', thomas's heart 'aches for minho', a sentence like 'thomas met minho's gaze' almost every other line, minho hates teresa and brenda for no reason other than that they spend time with thomas eg 'and for some reason minho gave brenda dirty looks the entire time' (jealous.mp3), minho grabs thomas by the shirt and pushes him against a wall; he also climbs on top of him and holds him down when thomas is hijacked and refuses to get up even though thomas has a knife ('minho had pinned thomas’s arms to the ground. he hovered over him, heaving to catch his breath. 'im not getting up until they let your mind go') which makes thomas want to smile, it also says that thomas's midsection arches upwards and his body bucked and minho presses down - that's called grinding folks, they risk their lives for each other countless times, minho tackles to the ground and 'punches the living crap' out of the guy who shot thomas, dashner said in an interview that minho and thomas have the closest bond,thomas's heart skipped a beat when he saw minho, minho runs backwards in the lightning storm to help thomas up when he falls, risking his own life in the process, also thomas screams when minho is hit in the lightning storm to help minho even though he ignored every other glader who fell; minho then 'wrapped one of his arms around thomas's neck' and they moved together, 'thomas rammed into minho [...] thomas quickly spun to grab his friend, wrapped his arms around his chest and squeezed against his struggles to escape, minho pulls thomas into a bear hug when they're reunited, when thomas thought he might die he typed goodbye messages to brenda and minho and nobody else, when jorge offered a deal in which he'd help the gladers but would have to kill minho in exchange thomas refuses even though this might endanger everyone else, looking at minho and thinking how he is his 'true best friend' makes thomas have to 'hold back the tears', minho never once questions thomas's judgement even when every single other character questions him and he follows him into anything, 'no way, me and you', 'i'm with thomas. i'm with thomas one hundred percent', just going to repeat this one - minho told thomas that he loves him. like that's an actual thing that happened. they constantly joke around with each other it's srsly flirting, 'if there was a person other than teresa on the planet he (thomas) could truly call a friend, it was minho', minho calls thomas 'baby' and on one occasion it gives thomas butterflies, when minho reunited with thomas he said 'i've been shucked and gone to heaven' aw, minho says he bet thomas cried every night missing him and thomas says 'yeah', minho curls up and goes to sleep at thomas's feet, minho puts all of his faith in thomas from the very beginning eg by making him keeper of the runners while every other glader doubts him which also means minho is going against the people he's known for years in favour of thomas, he also gives up his own leadership role to make thomas keeper of the runners and also tells thomas 'okay greenie, you da boss', when group b take thomas away (after minho trying to fight back) minho yells after him that they'll find him, 'thomas heard a distant voice, screaming the same words over and over, something about him. about protecting him as he ran. it was minho' hashtag protective boyfriend minho, 'thomas made his decision; he liked minho', thomas says he felt disgusted when brenda tries to kiss him and thinks 'maybe it was the drug. maybe it was teresa. maybe it was -' at which point minho starts talking, thomas says to minho 'i won't keep anything from you. and she knows it, too.', minho says 'if you die i will NOT be happy' to thomas, thomas 'hadn't realized how important it was that minho still believed in him - it went halfway to giving him the courage he needed', minho has surgery to remove the wicked device from his brain while thomas is asleep and when thomas wakes up, minho is sitting in the chair beside his bed. this means minho woke up after his surgery and got up and moved to the chair beside thomas's bed, 'thomas could only worry abut minho', 'your eyes dont lie' minho can literally tell whether thomas is lying by looking into his eyes; thomas also does this bc he says he can tell by the 'hard glint' in minho's eyes that he'd been through an awful time, minho gives thomas nicknames and they always have playful banter, 'the two of them then looked at each other for a long moment, catching their breath, somehow reliving those few seconds all the things they’d gone through', 'even though he couldn’t see minho, he knew his friend lay only a few feet above him. and it wasn’t just the snoring. when someone is close by, you just know it', when jorge was kicking minho, thomas's hands clenched into fists and he hated jorge and wanted to 'beat him like he'd beaten gally'; he'd beaten gally for killing chuck, so the fact he wanted to beat jorge as badly as he'd beaten gally for just kicking minho shows how much it angered and hurt him, possibly hurting him as much as it hurt him when chuck was killed, 'minho smiled, a very welcome sight' aka thomas likes his smile; he also 'couldn't believe how good it felt to see minhos smirky grin again', they playfully punch each other on the arm, 'minho studied thomas' is said at least three times in the first book alone aka checking thomas out, thomas says minho has beautiful hands, thomas often refers to all of the gladers just as 'minho and the others', newt says to thomas 'then you're minho's' and thomas replies 'sounds beautiful', thomas and minho share a bunk bed, when thomas says he'll go somewhere with brenda minho shakes his head and says 'no way, me and you', thomas says he couldn't handle losing minho, 'remember that i love you'
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  • fandom: they're just friends

anonymous asked:

Idk if you've been asked this before, but what are your thoughts of Bensavi?

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you want to post it, but I thought I could ask. I'm not American but I watched some videos from Colbert's show where he was talking about politics and he's great. I know it's one of the biggest late night shows in the USA and I'm so happy for Cait, but I was wondering what kind of interview he would conduct with an actor/actress? Is he usually polite and professional and won't ask about private life, or it's all fair game? I guess I just want to be prepared. Thank you!

Hi! I’m probably not the best one to ask, since I usually just watch clips of his show with the celebs that I want to see, but I think that it’s going to be the best interview this week. While he has Bernie Sanders on the same show as Cait, I doubt that he’ll ask her anything too political, but he also isn’t going to be asking personal questions, so no worries there. Colbert is very funny, very smart and will treat Cait with respect. 

solarpotato  asked:

Twin suns is great, but is Ben really not gonna be a jedi knight? only an archivist? won't mace or plo koon see his real worth. That he is more then a weak and fragile body, that can and will achieve great things as one of them padwan?

“You are aware I could have you on active duty Ben?” Jocasta offered quietly while shelving, glancing down at her padawan who was on the other shelve with an armful of datapads.

“I know. I don’t want to. I like it here. I’m happy here.” Ben hummed.

“You could be a Jedi knight.” She moved down the ladder and turned, facing him with a small frown of worry.

Ben sighed. “Anakin’s been talking to you, hasn’t he?” He sighed and rolled his eyes before putting the datapads on the trolley beside him.

“He had a few points my padawan.” She smiled, walking over to him and resting her hands on his shoulders. “You may be week in body but you are strong in mind and soul. And you have a gift for the Force that few can claim with such clarity.”

Ben sighed and looked away, frowning ever so slightly before looking back up at her. “But…I…I won’t ever be able to go into a lightsaber battle.”

“You can still manage to pass the trials. I know you can.”

She squeezed those thin shoulders carefully even as he frowned in thought and looked away. “I…”

“Ben, I want you to use your skills and look to the future…and see yourself.” She encouraged quietly though sternly. “You see the galaxy in such a different way and in so many shades. You see potential and know what to do though you can’t control others actions. But your own…Ben, you can see your own actions.”

The copper haired teen sighed before closing his eyes, focusing slowly inwards.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to be a Jedi Knight, frankly speaking, the few memories he retained from Obi-Wan Kenobi’s life scared him. He tried to let go of it, but some of it was just so…

‘Breath in…breath out…’ He unconsciously reached up and held onto his master’s wrist, gathering support. Cautiously he tried to see himself.

And promptly dug his nails into his master’s wrists while throwing his eyes open, gasping sharply as a blooming pain exploded across his temples, to the back of his brain, down his nape and traveling his spine to every limb.


Ben knees folded underneath him as blood poured out of his nose, down past the corner of his mouth, over his chin and along his neck to stain the neck of his tunic. Only Jocasta’s strong hands on his shoulders kept him from fully collapsing. Another jab of pain and Ben’s mech hand dug into his master’s wrist, tearing skin and drawing blood.

Jocasta hissed then swept Ben into her arms as she got over her horror, the skinny teen folding in her grasp as she sprinted out of the Archives and past other shocked Jedi.

Their shock turned to dread at the sight of blood coated face as suddenly Jocasta Nu of all people running through the Archive.


“I just…don’t understand.” Anakin held his brothers hand in his lap, looking lost and confused as he sat on the others bedside. “Ben looks into the future a lot. He’s never done this before. Even on Tatooine when he was at his sickest.” He looked at the Healers and Masters.

“A concern this is. Happened it should not have.” Yoda offered grimly.

Qui-Gon rested his hand on his padawans shoulder, knowing how much Anakin cared for his brother. And seeing Ben completely still in the bed with his eyes wide open and unseeing at the ceiling was disturbing.

They had tried to close his eyes but had been unable to, the healers forced to give him eye drops to prevent his eyes from drying out.

“Anakin, could you reach him?” He questioned and sighed when Anakin shook his head.

“We tried that once, I got thrown in the wall and almost cracked open my skull. The Force gave a clear warning, what Ben sees is just for him to see and decide with.” The blond part of the twins whispered, looking down at his brothers pale face as green eyes stared at the ceiling.

It was eerie how quiet and still Ben and Anakin swallowed back bile as the thought ‘still as the grave’ entered his mind.

Ben was not dead, not yet.

“Ben, you need to wake up.” He whispered as Jocasta, Che and Yoda started to discuss what to do. Qui-Gon stayed by his padawans side, resting his hand on the young mans shoulder.

“It will be alright Anakin.” He whispered.

“How can you be so sure?” His padawan asked quietly.

“Because he wouldn’t leave you.” The older man offered surely, feeling the Force agree with his words. Ben would not leave Anakin, not like this.

Take Care (Sort of Connor Murphy x Reader, I guess?)

Part 2

Request:  Reader is Jared’s sister and dated Connor, before he committed suicide. She’s all devastated until she sees that her brother is part of “The Connor Project” and confronts him about it. (I hope u liked it!!)

Words: 1744

Warnings: suicide mention, a lot of grief, crying, death mention, heartbreak

Sun came from east, but grey clouds made their way from west. Wind was rushing through the leaves. Birds were chirping. A beautiful scenery for the most dreadful moment in your life. Today marks the funeral of your late boyfriend, who committed suicide some days ago. A handful of people were standing around the coffin, whilst the priest, who did not know him at all, gave a speech about how wonderful he was. There was his mother, breaking down. His father, who seemed rather annoyed than being sad about the death of his son. And Zoe, his sister. She did not grief at all, just looking at the coffin in which her brother laid, as if it was nothing important.

And there was you, his girlfriend. Standing far away from the whole scene, hiding behind a tree and observing the funeral in her own silence. Connor and you kept the relationship a secret. You started dating 8 months ago, after you had to work on a school project together. You had heard the stories about him. That he was aggressive, that he had beaten up people. Just that he was a difficult person, and he definitely was. Connor was difficult sometimes, but you loved him anyway. And he loved you, even though he did not show it frequently. His way of expressing affection was a different one than yours. You kissed him on his cheek, you stroke his back when you held him, whilst he was crying. You whispered “I love you so much” in his ear, all over again. Connor was afraid of showing too many emotions. He was already so ashamed of himself, when he cried in front of you, although you assured him so many times, that it’s okay to feel things. In some moments, he would hold you so tightly, pressing a kiss on your lips and say “Thank you”.
Nobody knew that you two were lovers. Not your parents. Not his parents. Only you two. In school, you would not even speak to each other. Sometimes, when you saw the other one in the hallway, you would exchange glances, maybe even a small smile. And that was it.
After school, you both would meet in a small park. Always sitting on the same bench, talking about everything. You loved these moments. And you loved Connor. The way he would speak about the things he loved, the way the sunshine fell onto his face, the way he tucked his hair behind his ear. In these moments, he seemed so calm, as if the world stopped just to give you two one quiet moment together. When his family wasn’t home, you would even meet in his house. Staying in bed the whole time, maybe showing each other your favourite bands.
And suddenly – all of this was gone. It hit you like an ice cold wave in the ocean. There will no longer be a Connor in your life. No more kisses, no more conversations about life. No more love. You gave him your whole heart and you knew that he would keep it forever.
You watched as they lowered his coffin in the grave. Tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t breathe, you were on the brink of throwing up. You turned around and left, before anybody could have seen you, asking themselves why a strange girl was standing there, crying hysterically and grieving the death of a boy she loved.

You tried to calm down again, before you arrived at home. It didn’t work. You were still devastated. The whole afternoon, you were laying in your bed, wondering if you could have saved him somehow. Love was never enough, but in this moment you wished it was. You thought of the last time you saw Connor. It was in your park, on your bench. Nothing different happened on this day. You were just talking about everything again. Connor seemed so neutral. Before he left, however, one thing was different, you remembered. As usual, he pressed a quick kiss on your lips. Nothing extraordinary. But then he said “Take care” to you. The last thing he would ever say to you. You didn’t think it would be the last time you ever saw him. The next day, you found out in school, that he killed himself. That he was dead. You broke down in the school toilet and stayed there the whole day. That day you lost the one love in your life. The one person that made everything right for the few hours you’ve always spent together. And now that all was gone. He was now only part of your memory.

A knocking on your door brought you back to reality. Before you could answer, your brother bursted into your room. “Hey, I wanted to-”. He realized that you were crying and instantly, he was worried.
“Oh God, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Jared. Really. I’m just upset right now.”
“Are you high?”
“Your eyes are so red. Where do you even get that stuff? You’re younger than me, and way too unpopular to know somebody who can provide you with weed!”
You laughed quietly. The first time in days.
Jared may have seemed like an asshole, that made fun of people, just to seem cool and unbreakable, but deep down inside of him, he was as insecure as everybody else. He hated to see that you, his younger sister, was crying. In every thinkable way, he tried to cheer you up. You were so grateful to have him as brother, even though he did not even know why you were so devastated. He was there for you, and in that moment, that was just enough.

Some weeks after Connor’s death, you walked into school, for the first time ever without feeling nauseous. Suddenly you were afraid, that you would forget about Connor one day. That you would forget what his voice sounded like, how soft his hands were, the way he held you when he kissed you. You asked yourself whether other people will forget about Connor. 
You walked down the school floor, when your gaze wandered out of a sudden to a colourful poster on the wall, with Connor’s name written all over it:

“The Connor Project – because no one deserves to be forgotten”

Under the headline were the three names of the creators: Alana Beck, Evan Hansen and…Jared Kleinman. Jared. Fucking. Kleinman. What did your brother have to do with Connor? You couldn’t understand the world anymore. You didn’t want to understand the world anymore. Was this just another bullshit action from him? On your last day together, Jared made a childish comment about the way he looked like. In the afternoon, Connor said what kind of a dickhead your brother was. And suddenly, your brother would care about him?

You couldn’t focus on your subjects for the rest of your school day. The bell was ringing. You got up and rushed out of the classroom, ready to confront your brother with the Connor Project.
He was already at home. You heard him upstairs, cursing while playing any video game. Filled with anger, you just bursted into his room. Immediately he turned around and looked at you.
“What the fuck? Why don’t you just knock on the door, like any other sensible human being? I could’ve masturbated right now!”
A tear rolled down your cheek. “What is the Connor Project and why are you a part of it?”
He stopped the game and stood up, walking towards you.
“It’s just a project about that guy-”
“Connor. His name was Connor.”
“Alright, it’s about Connor Murphy, who committed suicide some weeks ago. And we don’t want him to be forgotten. That’s it.”
“And why do you suddenly care so much about Connor? I heard how you made fun out of him the whole time!”
“Wait…why do you care so much about Connor? Why are you so upset that we’re starting this project, so nobody forgets about him?”
You were on the brink of bursting into tears again. You tried to be calm, but in that moment your whole world was crushing in again.
“We were dating, before he died! I was the only one around for him.”
That was enough for you to break down together. Tears came streaming down your face. But then you felt Jared’s arms around you.
“Sh sh, calm down.”
“I just miss him so much”, you whispered.
“It’s not your fault, everything will be fine.”
Jared did not know what he had to do now, but he still tried his best.
“I think you knew Connor the best then?”, he stuttered.
“I guess”, you said, wiping away your tears. The last time you cried in front of your brother was so many damn years ago. You felt ashamed, that he saw you like this again.
“It’s okay to cry and you know that, right?”, he said, as if he read your mind, “and it’s definitely okay to cry in a moment like this. I didn’t know that you two were dating. Oh god, I’m so sorry.”
He hugged you again.
“I’m afraid that I will forget about him one day.”
“I don’t wanna change the topic now, but The Connor Project is about remembering him. Keeping his memories alive, you know? We’re trying to do this.”
“You really are? You don’t let him disappear?”
“We won’t, we won't”, Jared whispered, as you cried again. You were overwhelmed by this whole situation. People did care about Connor! And now there was a project about him. You felt so incredibly happy and sad at the same time and asked yourself how that could be.
You didn’t even ask yourself anymore why your brother cared about Connor. That was no longer important in this moment. You were just glad, that people would not forget about Connor. Nobody would forget about him. And definitely not you.

While he held you, Jared asked himself what would happen if you found out the real reason behind it. Within a second, the thought about that was gone again. You were happy – and that was all that mattered to him.

anonymous asked:

I don't know why I write you this, maybe I'm at my limit, but Erwin died because Armin was better as a person, isn't it? I know Levi didn't think in this way, but the author did. It's just painful as someone who loves Erwin. I like Armin, I'm happy he's alive. but it's just so painful. He sees the sea in this chapter, Erwin wasn't good enough for his dream. He could not sacrifice himself without help, unlike Armin. Now Armin doesn't have a dream but he won't suffer while he fights, unlike Erwin

Hugs you super tight! If it helps, I’ve come to believe that Erwin’s death was absolutely beautiful. He died because Levi cared enough to save him.  

In the months leading up to Erwin’s death he’d been in agony doubting his motives and fearing he was a villain. With his death he proved to himself that he was the man he’d always wanted to be. He died knowing he’d given everything he had to humanity. He could smile and thank Levi.

And unlike Bert, Marco, Mike, Hannes, Carla, Ian, Nanaba, and nearly every other character in the series, he didn’t die screaming in agony as titans tore him to shreds. He was dreaming of his father and surrounded by love. Levi and Hange stayed by his side while he took his final breath. Honestly, anon. It’s as good as it gets. I think Isayama must’ve truly loved Erwin to give him such a send off.

I’m worried about Armin too, but Isayama seems to have a soft spot for the little coconut as well. I suspect Armin’s path will be difficult, as was Erwin’s, but not pointless.

anonymous asked:

Hello😊 I was going to sent you drabble request but that was before I read all lines. Now I can't choose. There's too much good ones😩 So I'm not sure if you're okay with this but I thought that maybe you could write something with Sehun to whatever line you like? And about genre... Could it be angst with happy ending? Sorry if it's burden to you. And I know it's very general so I'll understand if you won't write this. Have a nice day😊

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Sehun

Prompt: “I had a bad dream again.”

Rating: PG

Word Count: 656

Sehun is the worst. He’s the worst, he’s the worst, he’s the worst. Closing your eyes, you pull the covers up to your chin. You’re not sure how tonight turned into this. The fight started off small - but soon it wasn’t. Soon, it was an endless snowball you didn’t know how to stop.

It was just a comment. Something Sehun said that rubbed you the wrong way. An offhand remark about your boss and the long hours you’ve been working. To which you responded the long hours weren’t by choice. There were certain things you needed to get done in certain amounts of time. The hours fell around that.

Of course, then Sehun got defensive. Implying you cared more about your job than the people around you. That’s when you began throwing things back at him. Bringing up times you were kept waiting, various miscommunication and that period he was in graduate school where you supported him.

Now in your bed, you wince. You should never have brought that up. Pretty soon you weren’t just fighting about one thing, but a whole pack of them. Everything was laid on the table – all your fears, worries, frustrations. All so raw and open that neither of you could take a step back long enough to fix things.

That was when you stormed into your bedroom, slamming the door and saying that Sehun could sleep on the couch for all you cared.

That’s where he is now – the couch. A flicker of regret moves through your chest. One you quickly squash. Sehun needs to suffer a little bit. Some of the things he said to you were just plain wrong. Although… so were some of the things you said to him.

Sighing deeply, you roll over. There’s nothing to do about it now but sleep.

Several hours later, you awake. Chest heaving as you bolt upright. Raising a hand to brush away your sweat-dampened forehead, you realize you’re shivering. It was a dream. Just a dream. You know this, and yet the fear still lingers. Bile, on the tip of your tongue. Ever since you were little, you’ve been plagued by nightmares. A consequence of your past – but since you started sleeping with Sehun, the nightmares have become surprisingly less.

Before you can think twice about it, you’ve thrown off your covers. The door creaks as you open it, giving you pause. There are no other sounds, so you end up tiptoeing down the hall.

Sehun’s form is on the couch. Sleeping splayed out on his back, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His hair falls across his forehead, one hand thrown over his face. He looks so peaceful, calm. So unlike the frustrated version of himself he was earlier this evening.

It’s while you’re standing there, gathering the courage to walk in that he opens his eyes. His gaze is soft, half-tinged with sleep as you stare back at him. “Babe?” The word is a mumble.

Looking down, you cross your arms over your chest. Trying to hide how badly you want to go to him. “I – I had a bad dream again.

He surveys you. A long moment passes before slowly, Sehun pulls back his blanket. “Come here.” His voice is soft, barely a whisper.

You have to hold yourself back from running. Forcing your steps to slow as you climb onto the sofa. Sehun’s strong arms wrap quickly around your waist, pulling you against him. His lips touch your hair. “It’s okay. It’s okay, now.”

“Is it?” Turning to face him, you press your face to his chest. His heart beats steadily beneath your cheek. Calming you from the earlier fright.

“Yes.” Sehun kisses the top of your head . He lets out a long exhale. “I’m sorry, babe.”

Closing your eyes, you hold him tighter. “I’m sorry, too.”

[2,000 Followers Drabble Game]

I just made very, painfully slow discovery. I should’ve seen it sooner, I seriously should considering the amount of times I’ve spent pining over these two, but it just dawned on me today.

Kageyama and Tsukishima’s initial are reverse of each other.

Kageyama Tobio

Tsukishima Kei

TK <-> KT

I know it might not be a significant detail, but my shipping heart can’t contain this. It is so obvious yet I just found out about it and I am ashamed of myself. I am ashamed to call myself an avid tsukkikage shipper when this slight detail that could lead me to various of romance cliche plots slipped out of my keen eyes.

I’m sorry if you have noticed this for quite a while and be like ‘why the hell does she just noticed this now’ I know. I’m disappointed in me too.

His Soldier - Part 5

So part 4 went out the other day, and I’m glad people enjoyed it. I really didn’t expect many people to actually like this series, but it turned out well. Just want to say thank you for all the support I’ve received. 

@sparkleywonderful @hellosunshine26 @regularlyconfused @dr-woodsprite @the-bookish-soul @feysand9299 @paperbacktrash @wolffrising

Anyway, here is Part 5~.

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The Last Five Years - Sentence Starters
  • [name] is over and [name] is gone.
  • I'm still hurting.
  • What about things that you swore to be true?
  • Go and hide and run away!
  • Run away, run and find something better.
  • Maybe there's somewhere a lesson to learn.
  • I've been waiting for someone like you.
  • I've been standing for days with the phone in my hand like an idiot, scared to death.
  • My people have suffered for thousands of years and I don't give a shit!
  • I guess I can't believe you really came.
  • See, I'm smiling--That means I'm happy that you're here.
  • I think we're gonna be okay.
  • With all we've had to go through, we'll end up twice as strong.
  • I didn't know you had to go so soon.
  • We'll have tonight.
  • You know what makes me crazy?
  • I'm sorry, can I say this?
  • You could be here with me or be there with them - as usual, guess which you pick.
  • You can't spend a single day that's not about you and you and nothing but you!
  • I swear to God I'll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see I'm crying, and not do anything at all.
  • Things are moving too fast.
  • I won't do anything just half-assed.
  • I met my personal Aphrodite.
  • I'm feeling panicked and rushed and hurried.
  • I'm so happy I can't get worried.
  • Next day it's just like it never happened.
  • And then he smiles - his eyes light up and how can I complain?
  • Yes, he's insane, but look what he can do.
  • I tend to follow in his stride instead of side by side.
  • I said I'd stick it out and follow through.
  • I'm a part of that...aren't I?
  • Maybe your heart's completely swayed, but your head can't follow through.
  • Don't you think that now's a good time to be the ambitious freak you are?
  • You get to be happy!
  • Take a breath, take a step, take a chance - take your time.
  • Have I mentioned today how lucky I am to be in love with you?
  • I'm sharing a room with a "former" stripper and her snake: Wayne.
  • I could shove an ice pick in my eye, I could eat some fish from last July, but it wouldn't be as awful as [fill in what you wish].
  • He wants me, he wants me, but he ain't gonna get me.
  • Son of a bitch, I guess I'm doing something right!
  • 'Cause the torture is just exquisite while I'm waiting for you to visit.
  • We should go meet the dinosaurs.
  • Will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?
  • There are so many lives I want to share with you.
  • But if you can just wait I will make it eventually.
  • Not like I'm proud of the fact.
  • I want to be your wife, I want to bear your child, I want to die knowing I had a long, full life in your arms.
  • Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?
  • There are so many dreams I need to see with you.
  • There are so many years I need to be with you.
  • Everyone tells you that the minute you get married every other woman in the world suddenly finds you attractive.
  • And all of a sudden, this pair of breasts walks by and smiles at you and you're like - "That's not fair!"
  • In a perfect world a miracle would happen.
  • I shouldn't care what she thinks since I can't fuck her anyway!
  • Don't despair, I'll be there.
  • I am a good person!
  • Stop looking at that, look at me.
  • Jesus Christ, I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck.
  • I will not be the girl who requires a man to get by.
  • Can we please for a minute stop blaming and say what you feel?
  • Did you think this would all be much easier than it's turned out to be?
  • If I didn't believe in you, we'd never have gotten this far.
  • Don't we get to be happy at some point down the line?
  • If I'm cheering on your side, why can't you support mine?
  • No one can give you courage.
  • I will not lose because you can't win.
  • He wouldn't leave me alone 'less I went with him to dinner.
  • I guess he was good in bed.
  • He blew me off with a heartfelt letter.
  • I can do better than that.
  • You don't have to change a thing, just stay with me.
  • I want you and you and nothing but you.
  • I don't want to throw up your walls and defenses.
  • It feels like my life led right to your side and will keep me there from now on.
  • Think of what's past, because we can do better.
  • Hey, kid - good morning. You look like an angel.
  • I don't remember when we fell asleep.
  • Nobody needs to know.
  • Come back to bed, kid.
  • Hold on, don't cry yet.
  • I won't let you go.
  • Maybe I could be in love with someone like you.
  • Goodbye until tomorrow.
  • I have been waiting for you.
  • I'm not the only one who's hurting here.
  • I don't know what the hell is left to do.
  • I could never rescue you.
  • All I could do was love you hard and let you go.
  • So we could fight, or we could wait, or I could go...
  • I didn't see a way we both could win.
  • Goodbye.

anonymous asked:

"Star-crossed" would mean they're fated to end tragically, though. Which I like to hope they won't, however many bumps there might be along the way. (I guess you could just use "star-crossed" to mean that fate is *trying* to keep them apart but won't succeed, though.)

Well I mean,, I certainly like to be optimistic, but I think their relationship has been very tragic you know? After Kerberos, and being thrown suddenly into a war they were utterly unprepared for, not to mention both of their ties to the galra empire–so far, their story hasn’t been a very happy one. They do keep getting separated, but I think star-crossed can also apply to their run of bad luck. It certainly does feel like everything in the universe is just stacked against them at times. 

But I mean, even if they keep losing each other, they always find their way back you know? For Keith especially, living so long without his parents or any other friends, it seems Shiro was very grounding. His one constant. So yeah, I think they’re very tragic. But after all the the tragedy is over, after everything with the empire and Voltron is finished, I do like to think they’ll be happy