you feel the emotions through the photo

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. As time slowly drifts by, I think about you less and less but still from time to time. I wonder if you’re happy or if I ever cross your mind. I wonder if you have ever picked up your phone and attempted to call me during your bursts of emotions or nights if loneliness. Or whether or not you still fall asleep with your arms stretched out, waiting for me to lay on them. I wonder if you look at old photos and hear my laugh. Or hold new hands and think of my fingers running through your palm. I know I still do.

-I still do…


the houses

 (a rather abstract description of the houses, what they could look like and things they contain)

first house: You open a giant, dark wooden door. The knob is hot as you touch it but you don’t flinch and enter a even hotter room, you immediately start sweating. The air is burning and the windows are wide open. Bright light is shining trough some kind of living room, full of possessions of the creature living there. You look around and already know who must be the owner. Still,you ask who lives there and the strong Aries enters the room, his aura is radiant, vibrant, lively, present. “I am life”, he speaks clearly. “I am energy, physical appearance,the self, the will and the doing. I show you how you approach the world and open yourself to it.” 

second house: This door is made out of silver, with blue ornaments. It looks beautiful and must be of high value. With a ‘click’ the door opens, but it really is heavy, so you got to put more effort into the act of opening it. The room is rather minimalist, but some of the furniture and paintings must be old and very expensive. The Taurus stands in front of the high windows and looks out of it, the eyes tired, even a bit melancholic. “Is there something I can do for you?”, the Taurus asked, the voice deep and kind of magnetic. “I want to know who you are”, you ask slowly. The Taurus blinks slowly and answers: “I am development, self worth and win and loss, materialistic and emotional safety, setting limits and fighting for protection.” 

third house: As you come closer to the third door you can hear people speaking. Or at least someone who is discussing something with someone. Voices come and voices go, you are wondering how many people might be in there? The door looks asymmetrical and as you enter the room you are not sure if it’s an office or plainly a full room. As you look around you see that there are radios everywhere, from old to new and each of them is turned on. So that must be the voices. Notes over notes are gathered on the floor and walls, between them some  pictures pinned to the wall of different people. Right in the middle is the Gemini, both of them talking in a heat with a coffee in the right and a pencil in the left hand, constantly taking notes. “So, you must be..?”
“The Gemini!”, one answers excited. The other one continues, more thoughtful: “We are communication, the image, the way of thinking, and -”
“..the ability to adjust, the close environment, small adventures, our neighbors as well as-” 
“Siblings!”, the other one finishes the sentence and both of them laugh, clear as a bell.

fourth house: You hold on before opening this door. It’s made out of colored, dark blue wood, the knob is glowing and the night sky is painted on the dark background. As you open the door everything seems quiet, but you hear someone humming a lullaby, quietly. The cancer sits in the middle of the darkened room, old photo albums, books and letters are gathered around her and she looks like she would fall asleep in any second. You see that this is a bedroom, filled with belongings of her and you hear the sound of the waves outside somewhere from the opened window. As you sit quietly next to her and watch her looking through the photos, she smiles softly before answering your unspoken question: “You know what I am? I am emotions and the feeling of true belonging. I am the roots of your inner being, family and home, your psychological identification, the connection of the environment and private life. I am the intimacy, age and the unconsciousness.”

fifth house: This door is not wooden. It is made out of the finest marble you could find here on earth. The knob is long and golden, a Latin phrase is written on the shimmering marble, it says ‘Ab imo pectore‘, from the bottom of my heart. You can hear music playing loudly and with an easy sweep you open the giant. You enter an atelier, the light is glowing golden and the Leo dances in the middle of it. Everything look rather antique, but with such grace and vividness, you cannot stop yourself from smiling. The sudden laugh of the Leo sounds like an imitating roar and he tip toes to his lover on the giant bed next to the window. “You are even more beautiful than my paintings, I could never capture your beauty.” As his lover smiles and takes his hands, they suddenly point in your direction and the Leo turns around, his thick hair shining in the light. “What do you want, stranger?” You answer honestly and the Leo laughs again as you want to know who he is. “I am art, your passions, creativity and individuality. The will for live, joy, children, the partner, sexuality, the wish for admiration and appreciation. “

sixth house: This door seems rather modest, but pretty as well. It seems to be quiet smaller than the rest of the doors you have seen so far. It has small little patterns carved in it. You see a note in the middle of it, it’s telling you to knock before opening and so you do as it told you. “Yes, you may come in.” You enter a cold, neatly tidied up working room, the lights are dimmed but the creature - the Virgo - in front of you is uptight, being busy doing some work - whatever it might be - but still keep a gentle smile on the lips. “Sorry, I’m in a hurry, please don’t mind the mess.” Mess she says, but you cannot even see a bit of dust on the book shelf. “Please, sit down, do you want something to drink? I cannot let you stay for a long time, but I already know what you might want to know, if you don’t mind answering you question.” Surprised you nod. “I a, work and service, as you can see. I am duty, social integration, physic healthiness, one ones limits and the limit of the others. the balance between my own needs and the ones of the environment.”

seventh house: This door is already open. You are surprised and carefully look into the room. There is a comfortable looking bedroom, its furniture is held in warm colors, there is much light shining inside since the windows are very high and there are no curtains. The Libra is walking directly towards you, a soft smile on the lips and a glass of water in the other hand. “Hey, how are you? Just passing by?” You nod and ask if you are allowed to sit down on the sofa, Libra nods and sits down with you. “Sorry, I am just, ahm-” He pauses as he notes down something in a giant book with a dark, cracked leather binding.” You blink  a few times before asking what kind of book Libra is carrying with him. “Oh this? Sometimes I need to note everything down, every person that touched me, I’ve met, you know. You learn so much by being in touch with others.” You nod, it seems right what he says. “You know, I am the development of ones own identity by meeting others. Relationships to others, the You, mental interest, contacts and meetings, harmony, joy and beauty. The partner, the person opposite as my projection surface, cooperation, socialization, coming together and working together.”

eight house: This door seems made out of stone. You are struggling to open it. Are you allowed to open it? The atmosphere is tense and you hear a vibrant sound somewhere. Next to you  in the hallway is a small window, which you look out of. There is the deep, blackness of the night sky, golden stars are adorning it, among them the white, glowing, milky moon, who whispers sweet promises and goodbyes to you. Suddenly the stone door is opening, you jump in shook and your heartbeat raises as you see red glowing eyes watching you from the dark behind it. “Hello. What do you want”, a deep, echoing voice asks you. Your hands are shaking, you are frightened and at the same time deeply hypnotized. “You are Scorpio, right?” The eyes keep on starring. “I am.” You swallow and ask if you may enter. “I am the darkness that you desire, the occult, the interest, I am passion, desire, transformation, the taboo, the darker side and death. Are you sure you want to come in?” You do not hesitate, but nod instantly. “Hmpf.” A pale hand grabs yours, the skin tone seems too pale for something living, but indeed the hand is warm and you feel oddly safe. 

ninth house: You had to climb a long spiral staircase in order to get to this room. Exhausted you breath desperately for air before realizing that you are in a giant tower. This door is slightly opened and you hear music faintly whispering in your ear. “Sorry?”, you ask as you see the Sagittarius twirling around in the room, a couple of maps in the hand. The room is full of possessions, pictures, books, paintings and different furniture from all over the world. Suddenly the Sagittarius stops, his brown eyes vividly laying on you. “Oh hi, didn’t see you there”, he says as he lays down the old maps. You remark the exciting and interesting looking room, it smells like jasmine in here. “You are the urge for more and exploration?”, you ask and the Sagittarius smiles. “I am not only that. I am your conscious mind, always growing, always developing, asking for the meaning of life. I am wanting to expand one’ philosophy, higher norms and values, abstract way of thinking, education and different cultures, explorations and the way of understanding. I am your ideal, your religious and spiritual life.”

tenth house: You knocked almost three times but no one seems to open this door. You are wondering what might happened to the person inside it. You try pushing it as you hear a stricter, cold voice: “Try ringing the bell instead.” It came out of the intercom. “Sorry, I-” 
“It’s alright, I don’t mind. Come in.” The door opens from its own and you are intimidated by the big entry. A woman with a suitcase and silky trouser suit walks towards you, the sound of her shoes echoing from the walls. “Hi, I am Capricorn, Excuse me, but I do not like this knocking, there is a bell for a reason.” You look into her grey eyes and even though her facial expressions seems hard you know she is gentle. You apologize but she laughs it off. “I have a meeting at six, and I know what you want - Virgo already called me -, so I am explaining everything now - oh, here take a seat, coffee and biscuits are here on the table.” You do as she said but are somehow a  bit too nervous to eat. “I am the development and realization of ones goals in life or even destiny. I am the public, ones image, law, order and authority. Honor, responsibility, appeal and the position you take in society.”

eleventh house: “Hi, here do I live”, the shield hanging on the door says. Sadly it does not say who “I” is. You ring the door bell and the bell ringing sounds differently than usual. It is longer and you have never heard this kind of melody as a door bell before. “Come in”, someone says quietly. The light is dimmed, and you see Aquarius in front of his Laptop on his bed. “Sorry, had no time tying up, I am trying to connect to this live broadcast of the speech from this dude here, he’s responsible for this rather extreme party and - ah, it’s not working, damn it.” He closes the Laptop and offers you a seat on his bed. “Nice to meet you, want some coffee?” He offers you a cup but takes it back immediately. “Sorry, paint water in there, not coffee, ha. Nice jacket, you come here often?” You shake your head and smile. He is funny and unusual, you like it. “Actually, I wanted to know who..” 
“I am? Well, I am the development of your goals regarding society. The zeitgeist, friends, communities, reforms, ambitions and change. Emancipation, patronage, rebellion, humanitarian and social ideals, also hopes and desires. 

twelfth house: The last door. Your journey was long but everything has an end and you know that the person behind this door knows this feeling too well - that the circle is closing, ending and repeats itself afterwards. You open the door, knowing you do not have to knock. You step into radiant, glowing, crystal blue water. The water is flowing in circles and Pisces is standing there, the softest smile on the lips, eyes so warm and understanding, the head lightly tilted. You are enchanted by the tingling sensation of the water and as you grab Pisces hands, they are warm and soft. “Do not be afraid. I am endless devotion. Endless devotion without losing ground underneath you feet. I am the other meta-level. Delusional, transparent, drawn to fleeing from fears, but always love deep inside. Come, you can visit the other realm with me now.”

[Seo Byung Gi’s Pop Culture Review] Meanwhile, Just Like a Marvel Movie… BTS is Flying

BTS’ Sky Dome concert was, in one word, enormous. Going from AX Hall in 2014 to Gocheok Dome in 2017, BTS’ concert have risen to a global scale and level.

BTS (Rap Monster, Suga, J-Hope, Jin, Jimin, V, Jungkook) began their world tour for their “2017 BTS LIVE TRILOGY EPISODE III in Seoul” on February 18th-19th at the Seoul Gocheok Sky Dome. They will continue by holding 19 concerts in 11 cities for a total of 8 countries: Chile, Brazil, USA, Thailand, Indonesia, Philippines, Hong Kong, and Australia.

BTS is the 4th singing group to perform in Gocheok Dome following EXO, PSY, and Big Bang. With their recent 2 concerts, BTS had 40,000 people in attendance.

Many reporters flock to artists’ concerts and fan meetings for content. However, it’s not easy for them to sit through a fan meeting. That’s because they’ll be hearing lots of cringeworthy words that are difficult to swallow if you’re not a fan.

On that day, after BTS performed their songs for 2 hours and 40 minutes and with their new song ‘Spring Day’ remaining, they engaged in a long talk with the audience. This was the time with their so-called fan-club named “ARMY”.

On that day, after congratulating J-Hope for celebrating his birthday and as he began to relay his thanks and other words, those words didn’t seem that cringeworthy. The reporters weren’t “ARMY”, but they were able to feel the sincerity that the group was trying to convey. Hearing them say things like, “You guys are the sky and we’re flying in that sky” and “Whenever we read your letters, we think 'So this is the kind of life they’re living’, 'So they have these kinds of sufferings’, and we’re glad that we were able to learn that. From now on, let’s grow our wings and go towards more spring days” made me realize how BTS wanted to communicate.

The concert that day was quite a sight to see. The 5 sequenced videos that were shown between stages were fantastic. While their stage was sophisticated, it also felt like a cyber world from a Marvel film.

The 7 members’ dances were cute, adorable, marvelous, and alluring. They were glowing with health, too.

BTS stages consisted of group tracks, solo tracks, 4-member tracks, and 3-member tracks, but there was still an overall feeling of balance and harmony. A big strength of BTS was that with 7-member idol groups, there’s always a chance for members to be divided into the mains and the subs, yet not of the BTS members were falling behind at all.

They displayed an even bigger strength by being able to command the flow even under such a strong atmosphere. They’re not just being trendy, but watching them run towards their goal and seeing their story of growth unfold makes you want to cheer them now. We want to examine how they overcome their 'Blood, Sweat, and Tears’ from school and the temptations of youth.

Both the beautiful Jungkook (Begin) and his appealing stage and the pink-haired Jimin (Lie) with his blindfolded performance showed that their stages were no easy feats. Suga showed his charms with 'First Love’ through his rebellious yet sorrowful rapping.

Rap Monster’s 'Reflection’, the soul-captivating V’s 'Stigma’, and J-Hope’s 'MAMA'—who projected childhood photos of himself—all showed emotional performances.

In the handsome Jin’s solo track for 'Awake’, a string sound was presented in both the intro and outro. From this performance, you can feel that Jin is good at singing ballads. The lyrics were concretely conveyed.

Regarding reactions that the music video for the new track 'Spring Day’ reminded some of the Sewol tragedy, Rap Monster stated that he’d “leave that up for interpretation to those who watch and admire the video”, also adding that “we have given donations to services that support those affected by the Sewol tragedy and to families of the deceased”.

Although all idol groups grow, I could especially feel BTS’ evolution and identity through their performance that day. They don’t have just intensity. When J-Hope sang 'MAMA’ and when Jin sang 'Awake’, the lyrical and emotional feelings come straight to life.

They effectively combine strength and smoothness, aiming straight forward but also straying, rationality and emotions. That is how they removed the feeling of them being machine-like idols.

All in all, BTS’s strength to push their music along is slowly growing. They are not content with simply directed songs and music videos. They are determined to be a “concept idol” group. Music that internalizes with you and takes the lead, that is the strength they use to push their music and make their storytelling even stronger.

Of the idol group concerts, the performance the BTS showed that day will be one worth remembering.  

Trans cr: Christie @ allforbts
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Be More Chill PolyBros Headcanons

-so it started out pretty weird with Michael who liked Jeremy, Rich who liked Michael and Jake who liked Rich

-eventually they figured out that holy shit, this is getting a little complicated and talked it out

-and thus the polybros romance started

-Jake is the tallest and Rich is the shortest which had lead to some…interesting arguments

-they tried to do a photo sitting on each other’s shoulders but Rich demanded he’d be the support and it ended with them toppling over

-Jake feels weird being the only one of them not to have freckles

-videogame night is Mario Kart and it is one of the most emotional things they go through

-Michael is Peach, Rich is Bowser, Jeremy is Yoshi and Jake is Luigi

-it took Jeremy’s dad a while to figure it out but he just shrugged his shoulders and said as long as you’re being safe

-Michael hasn’t told his parents yet and is still afraid to

-both Rich and Jake look up to Mr.Heere as a father figure due to their absent dads

-Mr.Heere likes to joke that he has four sons now

-Jeremy, Jake and Rich all work at the local Burger King with Jake as a manager

-Michael is happily unemployed(he does sell some of his weed on the side though)

-they had to share a hotel bed one night after accidentally booking a room with just one queen and it was uncomfortable for everybody

-Michael snores, Jeremy kicks, Jake drools and Rich talks in his sleep resulting in everyone barely getting sleep

-Rich and Jeremy still have nightmares about the SQUIP and are comforted by their boyfriends when the dreams are too much

-Michael was used to being the tallest but since he started dating Jake he’s taken to wearing pumps in public

-both Jeremy and Rich laugh when they see this

I remember taking the first photo and absolutely hating the way my body looked. I was so fed up with my bones sticking out, getting off on that empty feeling in my stomach and just being an emotional reck.
Choosing recovery was the best damn thing I ever did. It’s fucking hard, and some days it almost seems impossible. But through recovery I have gained confidence, control, happiness, I am able to enjoy food and not fear it. I am no longer consumed in the thought of becoming smaller, I was not born to shrink and neither were you. Everyday I am grateful that I can live another day, and each day I work hard to become the person I want to be.
Screw hating yourself, body shaming others, wanting to be someone els, the diet culture, the scale, your weight, etc. A number does not define who you are, recovery is about gaining happiness and accepting yourself just the way you are💕

Comatose-Chapter 1

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with Similar powers to Jean, Only with Immortality thrown in. 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Originally posted by oreo-wonderbatch

The mission had drained you; Covered in bruises and dried blood, there had been too many agents and you cursed your lack of backup;You were sorely outgunned,but you had gotten the intel that you needed., It wasn’t uncommon for you to be sent on solo missions, your powers and skill set affording you the privilege of never really being the underdog, so while it was sometimes tricky, you usually came out on top.

Stepping out of the quinjet and into the hanger,you hurriedly make your way toward your shared bedroom with Bucky, relishing the thought of a hot shower and a night in his arms.,You missed him terribly while you were away., Things had been strange, distant between you of late,Your sex life had dwindled down to zero. He had refused to talk to you about it, and you were genuinely worried about the state of your relationship with the super soldier. Chalking it up to, too many missions and not enough quality time, you swallow your fears and with renewed vigour, strode through the compound looking for the man you love.

Nearing your bedroom, you can hear soft moans filtering through the door. You stop, listening intently,straining your already taxed senses. “Bucky,” you hear Natasha gasp, and your hand flies to your mouth; eyes wide with shock. As you gently open the door, fighting down the rise of bile in your throat, you can see Bucky moving languidly on top of Natasha, hand wrapped around her throat, her back arching off the bed, as he fucks her in a way he hadn’t with you in a very long time. Red hot flaring anger replaces the horror in your chest.

“Having fun?” you say loud enough for them both to hear. Bucky’s movements stop almost instantly, his head whipping around to stare at you with mouth agape. Natasha pales, lips opening and closing, searching, apparently, for a way to justify betraying her best friend.

“(y/n)” Bucky says as he pulls out, both of them scrambling for clothing. “I can explain,” he starts.

“Oh spare me the ‘I can explain’ bullshit, Barnes!” you spit, eyes blazing red with power. He flinches visibly at the use of his last name. “I do not want to hear your flimsy excuses. Just get your shit out of my room and leave. Both of you. Now!” You turn to leave, desperately needing to get out, get away from him. From her. From this place. From the people you have given up everything for.

“Wait!” Bucky yells as he catches up with you, grabbing you by the arm. He spins you around, and you try yanking your arm away, shoving at his chest to dislodge him. “Listen,” he hisses, grabbing your free wrist with his metal hand, effectively cutting off your assault. “I’m sorry, it just happened,” he states weakly.

“It just happened,” you echo duly. “How did screwing my best friend just happen, James?” Your anger is mounting, overtaking the pain in your chest by miles, but he doesn’t seem to recognise the danger because he forges on.

“She was there when we started drifting apart. She always had a way of pulling me back from the edge. I just… I need her,” he sighs. “Please understand. I love ya, doll, I do, but Natalia…”

You’re dumbstruck. Feelings of worthlessness worm themselves into your mind, testing your already fragile control, and he seems completely oblivious to your internal struggle.

“I think I’m in love with her…But i’m still in love with you too. Please… I just… I made a mistake,” he says, rather uncertainly.

“Then let me make it easy on you, Barnes,” you sneer as you unleash your power, divesting yourself of his hold. “If you ever put your hands on me again, I will kill you,” you state simply as you advance toward him. Held up by your power, Bucky is flailing in mid-air. “If you ever look at me again, I will cut out your eyes and feed them too Natasha,” you say as you slam him against the wall. “If you ever say my name again I will cut out your tongue and leave it for Steve to find,” you forge on as tears spring unbidden to your eyes, trying frantically to regain control of yourself. “I loved you, gave you everything I could, James, and you ripped it all away from me. Everything I held dear with no thought of what it would do to me,” you whisper as you release him, and watch while he falls heavily to the floor. You turn to leave, seeking any reprieve from the hell you seem to have walked into, only to see Natasha standing in the doorway looking pale and strained.

Ignoring her completely, you focus a final time on Barnes and murmur, “Maybe you are the monster you think you are, James.” It’s the last thing you say before you climb onto the elevator, listening as he breaks down on the carpeted floor.

The elevator ride is the longest you had ever endured, and you pray that you can make it to Tony’s lab without turning into a sobbing mess. You are barely keeping tumultuous control of your emotions, fighting your very nature, your very urge to cry, to sob, to scream. But you can’t. Not yet.

When the elevator doors pings open, you step unsteadily out, and make a beeline for the billionaire’s lab. Barely able to pay attention to your surroundings, you ignore the calls of your name from fellow agents, desperate to get to Tony. You need to get out of here, and soon, before you breakdown.

Throwing open the door to Tony’s lab, you call out gently, receiving an affirmative response, followed quickly by the man himself. “What’s up, sugar?” he asks.

“I need a few days,” you reply.

He quirks an eyebrow. “A few days for what?”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “T, I really can’t explain right now,” you say, heaving in a breath. “I need you to let me do this, please,” you beg, while he eyes you warily.

“What does the tin can have to say? Is he going with you?”

You hiss at him, “No, he will be staying right fucking here, far away from me.” Tony has the good sense not to question you further, agreeing to give you three days off, but only if you check in once a day. You agree without hesitation and finally take your leave of the compound, making your way to the apartment you keep in the city.

Fifteen minutes later, you step into your apartment, stripping off the combat suit you’re still wearing. As you head for the shower, you pay no mind to the framed photos of you and Bucky that seem to shatter as you pass, until you can finally let the hot water cascade over you. Letting the bottled up emotion spill over, you scream desperately at nothing, praying for some sort of reprieve from the pain that’s coursing through you.

How could he? How could he do this to me? Sobs racking your frame, you slide down to the floor, curling yourself into a ball beneath the spray. Why wasn’t i good enough? What’s wrong with me?

Self-hatred prevalent in your mind, you cry for what feels like hours before you finally find the energy to pick yourself up, dry yourself off and climb into bed, hoping that when you wake, this would all just have been a bad dream, and Bucky would still be here with you.  

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anonymous asked:

What a coincidence that Harry said he wrote Sweet Creature a few days after his birthday yesterday, right?


The sassy boyfriends celebrated with RBB/SBB eating cake (the last photo of them, I think?) on Harry’s birthday, and Harry indirected Taylor in his tweet, “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 22.”

Freddie’s birth had been announced. BG was in serious mode. There was no end in sight. One could tell from Harry’s tweets (Flowers all round, Beach don’t steal my vibe) and IG posts, an unambiguous fury and frustration. Harry posted the IG photo of a boxer on 2-7-2016:

Harry must have written “Sweet Creature” with a bittersweet emotion… and now to be able to perform it live, with everything they’ve been through this past year, must feel good in a way. It’s public declaration of love and resilience.

Today was the first time in 9 years that I truly felt 100% confident in my body. For some that don’t know, I grew up battling severe cystic body acne. I tried absolutely everything through the years and have even slightly damaged my body just from all the medications I’ve used/been prescribed. Although this isn’t real & I am wearing layers of makeup in this photo, because I am working on set of go90’s Mr. Student Body President, today gave me some motivation to actually move forward and invest in the right skin care to remove all my years of scarring. I can’t even tell you how emotional it was to get out of that makeup chair and actually feel truly beautiful for once head to toe. A feeling I never want to lose. But I will get there! I love you guys.

Amelia (Part 1 of 3)


Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: You technically met Amy first.

Note: Untitled Garbage Mystery Fic is no longer Untitled or a Mystery!

Okay, so this was initially gonna be a small thing and then it kinda got away from me so it’s a slightly less small thing? I basically needed to write something that wasn’t academic for once in my life and then this happened (with a great deal of help from @fragmentofmymind who is the greatest and listens to me every time I hit a metaphorical writing speed bump)

It’s far from the best thing I’ve ever written but I’ve had fun in this universe so far (and hope you do too). Thanks for being patient with me, my dudes. I LOVE YOU LOTS.

Word Count: 11,336 (shout out to slow burn lmao)

There’s a quiet power in wielding a camera, a strength in the ability to either capture the world in its purest truth or manipulate it into something brand new. You had learned this at a young age, stealing your grandmother’s Polaroid camera and discovering how different the image you could create would look in different types of light and more or less motion, even if you didn’t fully understand why it worked the way that it did.

It became a part of you, filling your heart with a curiosity for telling stories through images. The photo you caught of your mother as she laughed quietly to herself in the kitchen, a snapshot of your best friend right at the moment she caught you taking it, a poorly framed photo you accidentally took of yourself while trying to change the roll of film.

It was all magical to you, and it never really stopped feeling like you’d tricked the universe into allowing such beauty to exist every time you snapped a one-of-a-kind photograph.

A camera is built out of complicated technology. The mechanics of focus and aperture, f-stops and shutter speed were more than science and math to you–they were your doorway into a new world, the look of which you got to decide.

Your hands felt most comfortable when stabilizing a camera, your eye most at home behind a viewfinder, your fingers their most graceful as you pulled focus to a new subject–

“Are you even listening to me?”

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laurenjauregui: Words can’t express the emotion this dance made me feel. I’ve sat by your side and held you while you cried and felt every ounce of pain you conveyed on that stage tonight and you are just constantly shining and growing through all the bullshit. I’m so proud to call you my sister and to watch you do what you love and do oh so very best. You’re a beautiful little flower, I can’t even..if you haven’t watched the performance PLEASE DO AND VOTE VOTE VOTE #teamvalmani @normanikordei and @iamvalc thank you for choreographing and executing something so beautiful..I’m obsessed with you both.❤☺❤🦋

ISU Landscape series

Hi everybody,

It’s time to feature a new series on ISU! Our theme is “landscape”. 

But wait! It’s not that simple.. :) We’re looking for ISU style landscape photos that convey a feeling more than simply showing a beautiful place. We’d like to see images that express feelings and emotion. They can be black and white or color, abstract, experimental, conceptual or surreal, moody, mysterious, dark or soft-tones.. Show us your inner world through your images! 

We’re already working on our new series, but we will be very happy if you join us! If you have good (ISU style) landscape photos, please submit us (you can submit max 3 photos). You can also send us links of the images from other photographers, if you think they fit to our series.

You can submit until Sunday (9th of July). Please don’t forget to add “landscape series” on your submission. The series will be featured in the following days :)

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A/N: Little things he would do purposely and subconsciously to/with his S/O

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  • putting his hand atop your head 24/7, whether it be making fun of your height or affectionately tussling your hair
  • using aegyo because he knows you secretly adore his greasy antics
  • teasing you affectionately, but not letting anyone else
  • sending cute messages when he knows you’re down
  • sharing heartfelt thoughts and emotions in private
  • seeking your advice on issues beyond him
  • getting a bit bashful from your candor/honesty of your thoughts
  • always telling you to eat a lot and well
  • surprise visits from him
  • introducing you to his friends/members so you feel a part of the squad
  • saving goofy photos of you [using them to blackmail you or as memes]
  • patting™
    your shoulder, your cheek, your hand, etc…
  • trying not to let you see him cry ever because he feels he should be ‘strong’ for you
  • always letting you be first;
    first through the door, first to be served food, first in anything but video games or competitions
  • asking to do homework together
  • gushing
  • bragging about you to others
  • pushing you to be your best
This is Why You Can

I have been thinking in this idea for a while its a Jared x Wife!Reader, hope you like it “Imagine Jared having an emotional breakdown and the reader shows him all the good things he have done and how much he means for a lot of people” - @bemyqueenofdarkness

Pairings: Jared x wife!Reader Mentioned: Jensen, JJ, Misha, Mark & some crew

Warnings: Emotional breakdown and angst!!! with a fluffy ending

Summary: I took this story from personal experience. My mom did this for me a few years back and I have since lost the video but it meant so much to me.


The moment you walked into your house, you knew something was wrong; the air around you felt heavy and thick as if it was almost suffocating. You stopped dead in your tracks when you could finally hear the faint sounds of music floating down the stairwell and as your mind wrapped around the melody; your heart stopped.

“Jared!” You yelled as you dropped the bag of groceries on the floor in the entry before you tore through the house toward the stairs knowing exactly where he would be. You took the steps two at a time and with every step, the heart breaking music got louder. Sure enough, when you pushed open the door to your bedroom, you could see the large lump of your husband’s body under the blankets, curled in the fetal position in the middle of the bed. His eyes shot up to yours and you felt your heart break as a fresh wave of tears poured from his blood shot eyes.

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How to tell if an INFJ loves you

How to tell if an INFJ likes you:

They share their music with you. They show you their current favourite song to listen to in the car or while getting ready in the morning.
They tell you to watch their favourite show or movie. They want to talk about it with you. They want to show you a piece of who they are and let you grasp it.
They send you links to things referencing something you talked or joked about earlier. They like making you smile.
They share a memory/story of a place that is special to them. It’s close to their heart and they want to let you in.
They smile whenever they see you.
Due to all the smiling and what they see as obvious heart-eyes, they may try to act aloof or “weird” so that you don’t catch on that they like you.
If they say that they like you to your face, they probably have a strong feeling that you like them back, otherwise they wouldn’t do it.
They talk about you. You’re on their mind. They feel you are a part of their life now.

How to tell if an INFJ really likes you:

They share their music with you. They show you certain bands or albums that they really like. It may be unconventional or even embarrassing but they like it. Usually it’s music that has stuck with them from their childhood or they just listen to a lot. If they recite the lyrics along with it it’s a good sign. They like to show off for you.
They send you links to things they think you might like. These are things that have enriched the INFJs life, and they want you to feel enriched by them as well. They want to give you this gift of enjoyment.
They take you to one of their secret special places. They want to experience it with you there this time.
They invite you to hang out with their friends. Believe it or not INFJs can have friend groups, but like other friendships usually it is tight knit and quite important to them. So inviting you to a group outing or event is a big deal to them.

How to tell if an INFJ loves you:

They share their music with you. They become quiet, very timid, and tell you that this is a song that they really connect with and is one of their all time favourites. It probably has very deep emotions and paints a vivid emotional landscape. (What does that even mean??? Maybe only INFJs will understand haha. They feel it in their soul.) They probably won’t sing along. They want you to just quietly listen and take in this important piece of who they are. They want to hear your feedback. For the love of God tell them you like it. Smile. They are very vulnerable right now. Once they get your affirmation, they will probably tell you why it means so much to them. If they don’t tell you, it’s probably because the song’s about you, and they’re hoping you’ll pick up on not necessarily the lyrics, but the emotional climate of the song, and interpret it as how they feel about your relationship. This is probably a test to see if you are able to connect to their wavelength… for you to hopefully peer into or at least acknowledge the deep emotional layers of their personality.
They show you photographs of places they’ve been or the people in their life. Looking back on old photos is something I rarely do, because of the emotional upheaval and sense of time passing, life changing. So to go through old photographs and share memories with someone would be a big deal to me. Especially if the INFJ thinks they looked silly back then or could get embarrassed.
They introduce you to their family/relatives. You are important enough to the INFJ that they will bring you into their innermost life. The people closest to them. (They may not be a close family but they have been part of the INFJs life the longest probably, and especially brothers/sisters may mean a lot to them.)


IMAGINE…being set up on a New Year’s Blind Date with Richard Madden

New Years One Shot #1 !!!

Word Count: 2,554

Warning: None….OH it ends on a cliffhanger!

((I TRIED SO HARRRDDDD….I’m not very good with writing about real people! I’m sorry! This is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while now though so…here it is. Perhaps next time, if there’s a next time, I’ll try it with Richard and Reader in a more private, relaxed environment.))

Y/B/F – your best friend

Y/E/C – your eye color

Y/n – your name

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Director Miles Joris-Peyrafitte’s debut and award-winning feature As You Are is now available on iTunes. One of the youngest directors to be accepted into feature-length competition at Sundance, Joris-Peyrafitte co-wrote, co-scored, acted, and directed a stellar, young cast featuring Owen Campbell, Charlie Heaton, and Amandla Stenberg.

Set in the early 1990s, As You Are unfolds as a series of disparate memories. Prompted by a police investigation, we witness alternating perspectives of pivotal moments in the relationship between three teenage friends: Jack, Mark, and Sarah. Bound by their aversion to the culture around them, Jack and Mark explore the limits of friendship and love until Mark’s judgmental father tears them apart.

Just as Jack and Sarah are adjusting to life without Mark, he gets unexpectedly thrown back into their lives. The two boys struggle to navigate complex emotions that are compounded by the disapproval they feel from all around. Ultimately, tensions rise to a boiling point, and tragedy echoes through their world.

Film still courtesy of As You Are ; Photo credit: © 2016 Sundance Institute | Photo by Calvin Knight.

Moving Forward (And backwards, left, right and upside down) With Divination

What’s up friends, It’s your local human disaster here to give you some more neato tips on how to do the thing!

Tarot, runes, oracle, we love them. They’re great, yeah? But some of us don’t know where to begin with that kind of thing. Or feel too intimidated by it. Or it just never clicks with a person. So here’s what I propose we do. 

Make our own rules! 

Yep, the concept of this seems super scary. But you’ll find out after a while that it’s some of the most fun you can have with divination. I’m not telling you that you have to sit and paint an intricate pack of cards and create an entirely new divination system and meaning for them. What I am saying is, don’t be afraid to take inspiration and guidance from stuff that seems weird. As you can see in the photo above, I have made my own set of ‘runes’ using pumpkin seeds, planetary symbols and words in my elementarium alphabet. 

Did I sit and think this out? Did I seek cosmic guidance from a nameless deity above? Nah, I just started writing things on seeds. Not being afraid to try new things; sometimes that’s enough. The beauty of doing things like this is that you can decide how to interpret things for the first time without any outside influence. It will inherently be directly connected to your thoughts, wishes and desires because well…. you made it. You can custom tailor your divination experience to you. You’re the driver in this car friend. 

Still too spooked to make your own stuff? 

Ok, so let’s take things that already exist in the world and make them our own. Make them witchy. Reach into that draw in the kitchen you throw all of the odd bits and bobs and pull out the first thing you touch. Boom. This is divination. This party candle from your birthday cake 4 years ago now has a meaning. And you can decide what it is simply from the feeling you get when you hold it. Open a book. What is the first word you see? Out of the hundreds of words on this page why did you decide to read this one first? There has to be meaning. I refuse to believe there isn’t. You’re outside having a cigarette. While you focus on the smoke, what do you think of? Can you see any shapes in it? You’re scrolling through your gallery and open a photo on your phone by a mistake. Was it really a mistake? It’s your decision.

Every object in the world contains energy and vibrates on a cellular level. When you think of it in this way, finding divinity in everything seems a little less crazy.

Say it again with me. There are no rules. No one is going to come slap the back of your hand with a ruler if pushing the food around your plate shows you what emotions you’re going to be feeling next tuesday. The tarot fairy isn’t going to swoop down and scold you if you combine the cards of 2 different decks and mess them around. Please have fun with divination. It wants to have fun with you :)

Jimin; Again

❝I’ve not been able to write lately because of the shit ton of work I have but an update would be I’m still doing the drabbles in my inbox, Yoongi fluff, Dating Jeon Jungkook… and now this because the plot is similar to what I’ve been through (?) and I had to pour out the Jimin feels somewhere. Enjoy! 
►3765 words | scenario, college!au
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J is just him when the both of you are together.

I is when he initiates a conversation, creating laughter, making memories with you.

M is when he makes you happy, along with bits of other emotions that you could possibly feel and collect them in a jar.

I is when he’s incredibly handsome, which is all most of the time.

N is nothing can come in between when you’re with him.

Altogether, Jimin is the boy who stole your heart at the age of twelve and it’s been many years too many and it hasn’t changed since. Through your years in high school, never have you thought that you would meet a guy that could be a major best friend, a listening ear, a leaning shoulder—and the boy who made you believe that love exists. Maybe it wouldn’t sound as cliché if you didn’t have to describe it into words but since you did, it really seems like a plot from a chick flick and fuck, it feels like it, too.

Days in middle school would be filled with chasing around in the park, him pushing you on the swing and you occasionally returning the favor because he likes to see you smile when it’s your turn. Hours in high school would include having time spent in the library because oh my god, Jimin, you can’t fail History again! And he’d try to argue with it’s not my fault my brain sucks! Now teach me the next chapter!

Now, it’s minutes in college of regular hi-and-byes, meet you for lunch later and sometimes dates marked on the calendar for a usual meetup because it’s hectic, we’re both busy, I’m sorry—you can’t even particularly remember how he looks like sometimes because of the number of days the both of you have been away. Being and growing up with someone for the longest time, seeing them almost every day, when it comes to move apart and live separate lives whilst trying to maintain it all, it’s hard… but the both of you are trying.

It’s Monday, the day he leaves early but you don’t. You expect to walk back to the dorm on your own but—“Jimin?”

“Ouh,” He leans away from the wall, tugging his earpieces out, grinning, “Hey! Your class ended early!”

“We’re allowed to go back to finish up…” Your voice trails off, staring at him head to toe because it’s been a month since you’ve seen the guy you call a best friend from the moment he wore his cap backwards, “What are you…?”

“Ah,” He straightens his back, walking up to you and now by your side, “I’m here to walk you back,”

“You came all the way from the dorm, just to walk me back…to the dorm?

He nods and his tone is as if he’s agreeing to the most obvious question ever, “Yep.”

You’re rolling your eyes and your tone is making him chase after you, “You’re a fucking idiot.”


“You still haven’t apologized,” He says right before he stuffs the burger he has in his hands, nudging you by the knee with his ankle but you’re far too busy munching what dinner is on a regular college night that he scoffs, noticing that dot of sauce by the corner of your lips after taking a generous bite from your double cheeseburger, “Brat, you’re a mess,” He mumbles in between his chewing, reaching over to swipe his thumb by the corner of your lips and oh, now you’re listening?

You’re trying not to choke on the food in your mouth because since when did he get this close? Since when did he look this attractive under the moonlight and when did it get to so hot when on top of the rooftop is supposed to be one of the chilliest places during the night?

“I’ll repeat what I said because I’m a nice person,” He clears his throat, leaning back against the brick wall as to how he was earlier, “You didn’t apologize,”

This time, your eyes give it away, “Oh, for what?”

“You know!” He huffs and you’re chuckling, “Fine,” You sit up and put a hand up while the other balances your meal, “I didn’t mean what I said when I called you an idiot,”

He’s all smiles and his eyes are about the size of the crescents and you’re sure the stars are no match to how bright his eyes are shining, “That’s better.”


It’s been about two days since you’ve seen him and honestly, at this point with all the assignments and work, you can’t spare a thought of him when you don’t have time to think for yourself. Your table is a mess, you’re a mess and the doorbell dings so loud that it stings your ears that you’re shouting I’m coming!

The door flies open and Jimin’s grinning at you, holding up two plastic bags that smells like the heaven you’ve been dying for, “I knew you’d be in here crammed up so I bought—“


“More or less,” He snorts, handing you the bag and you’re going back to your natural habitat of being surrounded by opened books, scattered papers, clicked pens and blunt pencils that Jimin maneuvers his way around everything to get a spot next to you, “Damn, how many assignments do you have to finish up?”

“Five,” You’re speaking, eating but still speaking and you’re grinning sheepishly when he peels off a strand of noodle that lands on his cheek before he wiggles it off his finger into the bin with a glare, “You better give me your time after this,”

You’re about to agree when he grabs his cup of seasoned noodles and wantons after he splits the chopsticks but before he digs in, he notices how you’re all quiet, back against the sofa and you’re eating diligently that you’re not, not, not looking up to him. He narrows his eyes at you and stabs the noodles with the wooden sticks before stares you down, “You remember that we’re going to the movies after this, right?”

Well… fuck.

“You promised!” He cries, kicking his legs and he shows a tantrum, now not in the right mind of eating that he stares at you with a mouthful, unable to reply him with words when your face says it all—I’m sorry, Jimin.

He rolls his eyes and stands, using his forefinger to point at you and you’re flinching when he groans incoherent words and storms his way to the door. He halts and makes a U-turn, retrieving his meal in a cup before he gives you a glare, “I hope you feel horrible for bailing on me the second time this week,”

You’re trying to hold him back with a hand on his ankle, forcing the food down your throat before you call him out, “Jimin…”

“No, let go,” He tugs his leg but he’s not going at full force because he knows you’re about to—“C’mon… I want to watch the movie too…” Your cheek is pressed to his kneecap and your arms are clinging onto his leg and damn it, why does this always work on him? He sighs, looking over his shoulder to meet with your gaze and he crouches just as your grip loosens on his leg, “Tonight, you and me, then we’re cool,”

You bite your lip at the thought of giving him the night when your reports are—“Unless you want me to get mad and just—“


He pinches your cheek and his mood is flipped over as he settles down by your side to watch you rush assignments of five while attempting to feed yourself.


“You’re going to get me killed,” You’re cursing at him as he drags you down the hallways, arm in arm and he doesn’t really care as he chuckles, tugging the door open and he pulls you in so fast that you don’t realize the change of lighting until you’re in the cinema room.

It’s dead silent in here and shit, the movie started already but Jimin’s not having any of it, still trying to find where your seats are and when he does, he leads you in and makes sure he takes the outer seat.

You’re trying to get comfortable as your back sinks into the material of what the seat is made of and Jimin’s already talking to you before you can grasp on what’s going on, “What do you think this movie is about?”

“Maybe if you shut up and let me watch, I’ll have something to think about,”


“Hush,” You say, leaning over and your head rests on his shoulder that he stiffens for at least two seconds before he sees how you’re immersed to the huge screen displayed in front of the both of you that he lets it slide. He relaxes his back and his eyes are not focusing on what he paid for but then again, for what he’s looking at… he’d pay a fortune.


“That movie was freaking cool!” You’re jumping up and down, feeling the thrill of being able to slack off for a day and he laughs when you spin around as you speak, almost fall flat to your face as you scrape the heel of your shoe on the pavement and he catches you by the waist before you’re going to fall again.

“What are you, a five year old?” He asks, his face at least an inch away from yours and you can feel his breath hitting your lips. You only realize you’re holding onto him for support and you’re craning your neck up to meet with his eyes and god… are his eyes always this beautiful up close? His lips press together and he gulps, he blinks once, twice, thrice and he’s still unsure of what to do as his fingers tap against your hips.

It takes all the willpower left in you to nudge him away to stand up straight and he stands up properly with a cough in attempts to brush of the awkwardness that suddenly lingered in the air.


“Y-You’re welcome,” He waves a hand, voice shaky and when the both of you meet eyes again, it’s you who looks away first. He extends his arm out and takes a step closer, feeling his heartbeat quicken as he does what he does but he’s made up his mind and if he’s not going to do this now, fuck, he’s never going to do it. As his fingers try to reach out to you, he’s startled at the way you tap his shoulder and say a rushed sentence that if he’s the last one to reach the ice cream parlor nearby, he’s buying you ice cream and he didn’t notice how you’re already running down the block.

He feels this rush of dejection flowing through his veins but when you look over your shoulder with a smile that warms his heart better than on a summer day, it all wears off and he’s chasing after you again.


‘hey, you up for dinner later???’ [3.21p.m.]

‘what have I ever done to receive this treatment of not getting replied…’ [3.32p.m.]

‘years of friendship…are you going to throw that away?!’ [3.40p.m.]

Groaning, you’re cutting off the fast stream of working speed you’ve set on yourself to type something that’ll shut him up and it does…for a while.

‘well…supper, then???’ [3.45p.m.]

Alright, maybe it’s time for a break. Your phone is immediately in your hand, by your ear and his voice is trembling the moment he answers it, “H-Hey! What a pleasant surprise—“

“I am going to run you over with an ice cream truck if you keep bugging me like this,”

He tries to make it funny, “Then I can eat the ice cream as a ghost—“

“Park Jimin—“

“I just wanted to have dinner with you!”

“But I’m busy!”

He exhales deeply and you catch it, all playfulness sucked out, “It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen you…”

Now you feel like an asshole because all he’s trying to do is to keep in touch and make sure the two of you don’t end up like how your previous friendships have been and the number of friendship bracelets you’ve thrown away due to broken friendships would leave you amazed every time.

“I… I’m sorry. It’s just that everything is just building up on me—“

“I’m going overseas to continue my studies,”

“—and I—what?”

He’s chuckling drily and you catch that, “Jimin, what are you—“

“Are you going to miss me?” He asks, not giving in to your ministrations and you’re sighing, “Who wouldn’t miss you?”

“It’s only for a few months,” He says, trying to lighten up the mood and you’re keeping silent, biting back on your tongue because what does he expect you to say? You want to ask why, you want to ask where, but the truth of the matter is, you don’t even want to know if it revolves on him leaving at the end of the day so you don’t question anything at all. He’s currently talking about how you should appreciate the time left you have with him before he’s all you can see through a screen of a video call but then you object with him being an ass and he agrees, but continues on with how you should fix your timetable properly so you’re seeing him more often.

In the end, the call ends with you agreeing to meet him at the end of this week and your phone is left vacant on the table along with your mind because you’re curling into the sheets with no will to continue doing your projects when the emotions take over and fuck, why are you crying? It’s just Jimin leaving, it’s just Jimin, the boy who fell for you literally in order to catch the doll that you fancy. It’s just Jimin, the clumsy fool who can bump into a wall but he’s known to be one hell of a dancer. It’s just Jimin, the boy who tends to light up your day brighter than the fourth of July.

It’s just Jimin… the boy who took your heart and never gave it back.


“If you’re not here in five minutes, I swear, I’m going to leave and never come back and I’ll learn some voodoo shit to put a curse on you.”

Right, that’s why you’re running. That’s why you’re showing up at a fast food joint at three am in the morning and that’s why you’re looking horrible, tired, worn out but because of him, you’re frantically searching for him. In that moment, you’re about to let your heart fly out of your chest when you don’t spot him here and just as you’re about to run all the way back to where you think he would be, his laugh is what stops you and you’re standing by the empty sidewalk with your eyes locked on his.

“You seriously ran all the way here,” He muses, smiling so wide that his cheeks could hurt but that should be the least of his worries when you’re about to make somewhere else hurt.

“O-Ouch! Hey! Stop it!” He tries to defend himself from your merciless hits, on his shoulders, neck, back, lower torso and he’s pinned to the brick wall with a pained laugh, “I’m sorry! I just had to!”

“You’re an inconsiderate asshole!” You spit, this close to actually doing just that but you pull yourself back and breathe, breathe, breathe and he’s collecting his composure as he stares at you with a hand on his chest, back still pretty much using the wall as a support, “Are you going to hit me again?”

“Buy me a burger and we’ll call it quits,”

“Double cheese?”

“Damn straight.”


“Why do you always get sauce at the corner of your lips?” He questions as he watches you devour the food he’s bought for you and he’s long done with his that he decides to tilt his head at your direction because hm, nothing else seems more interesting. His feet are propped up on the ledge of the railing, his back sinking into the back of the bench and he has his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. He’s chuckling with a soft sorry when you say that if he ever pulls this stunt again, you’re going to lock him up in a cage and send him to Dublin and he asks why Dublin and you say just because that he apologizes after going as far as to wipe the dot of sauce on your skin.

Fifteen minutes tick by and now the both of you remain lazy on the bench, not having any intentions of heading back in to your respective dorms to get some shut eye and instead, you’re pressing your cheek to his arm as you slump against his figure and he sighs, resting his cheek to the top of your head.

“I rarely get to see you anymore,” He breathes, soft and gentle, vulnerable and he’s referring to the days of how dark it gets when you’re not around.

“Well, you’re leaving and I won’t see you at all,

His eyebrows furrow and he looks down on you the same time you brush your cheek on him to meet with his eyes, “Leaving? Where?”

You’re confused and you lean away with that look on your face that says it all as you accompany it with, “You said you were going overseas to study—“

“Oh my god,” He gasps, almost laughing and then, oops, he is, “You believed me?!”

Your mouth is hanging open to the point it might as well be detached but at the way he’s laughing at you and clutching onto his stomach with his eyes disappearing because he’s laughing too hard, you’re not catching onto any of this until he asks again, when he’s much calmer and the tears are gone from his eyes, “You really thought I was going overseas? I said that just to—fuck, why are you crying?”

“Don’t—go away,” You’re pushing his hands away when he tries to get a good look at you and you don’t even know why you’re crying, what kind of sorcery is happening that’s making you weep but it is and you’re standing up, walking away and he follows. “I can’t believe I—fuck you, Park Jimin,

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d take me seriously!” He stammers, finally taking a proper look at you when you give up on hiding how you look since it’s not the first time he’s seen you cry but it is one in a long time since it’s him that’s the cause. He swallows hard and brushes the tears away with his fingers, your lips quivering and thank God for the wall you’re pressing your back against or else you’d be falling to the ground by now. He blinks at your eyes the same time you do to his and it takes him all the guts left in him to ask, “Did you cry when I told you I was leaving?”

“What do you think?” You’re hissing at him out of anger, shoving him away as the tears trickle down your cheeks and damn it, you always hiccup after crying that it’s harder to speak but you try to, anyway, “My best friend told me for more than the years in high school told me he’s about to leave me in college on my own. How do you think I’d feel? Better yet,” hiccup, “How would you feel if I—“ hiccup “—told you that I was going to overseas to study?”

There’s a pause of silence and it doesn’t register in your mind of what’s going on, the haziness in your mind is clogging all over to the point your eyes aren’t functioning because they’re blur but when they focus, Jimin’s right in front of you and his hands find purchase of your cheeks once more with a different intention and the few words you catch him saying are I would do this before his lips are pressed to yours. You can’t bring yourself to look, you can’t bring yourself to do anything but you do know your eyes are closed and your lips are as still as a rock for five solid seconds until slowly… they start to move on their own and is that a smile?

His hands continuously rubs the under of your eyes, the words of I’m so sorry are being murmured to you in between little kisses and you’re sighing because this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. Maybe it’s five seconds of him making sure he gets the most out of this kiss, ten seconds of tracing the contours of your lips with his tongue, fifteen seconds of slowly making his hands down to your waist so he draws you closer and twenty seconds of heavy breathing as he stares into your closed eyes. It’s just two seconds before your eyes open and he smiles when he sees your eyes, slightly red and puffy, but still beautiful ever since the first time he’s laid eyes on you—and he’s lost his way in, never intending to find a way out.

“I should’ve told you that lie a long time ago,” He breathes, tracing circles around your hipbones because sweatpants trace the outlines of your body easily and you’re aware of your arms around his neck as you stare into his eyes past the tiredness, “Still doesn’t change the fact that you lied,”

“I lied for a good cause now, don’t you think?” He’s grinning from ear to ear, he notices your cheeks heating up and the redness is transferred from your eyes to your skin, “Aw, you’re blushing!”

“S-Stop it,” you’re hitting his back lightly and he shakes his head, lightly nuzzling his nose with yours before his forehead leans down on yours, his voice now growing subtle and honest, “Told you when we’re older I’d kiss you,”

“You also told me you wouldn’t make me cry,”

“We all make mistakes,” His voice grows soft when he inches closer, lips almost touching your own, “Is this a mistake?”

He shakes his head once more and if it’s possible, his smile is wider than the moon, and maybe you can call this lovable piece of a person your own, “You are never a mistake.”