you lost your mind in the sound

I see beauty in desperation. The way you’re in deep need of that one person. The way you’d give up you’re whole life for them. I don’t think it’s wrong to be fully in love with someone that you’d sell everything for them to be yours. 
There’s nothing wrong with being straightforward with the person you love. You need them? Call. Even if it’s 3:00 in the morning. Say what’s on you’re mind. Spill your thoughts out. It may sound risky, but think about it this way. What if this was their last living day? What if something happened to them and you missed the chance of telling them how you truly feel. Will you be happy with the last conversation you had? Will you be satisfied? 
People got so lost in acting numb and senseless, thinking they’re much tougher this way, when actually speaking your heart shows how brave you are
And admitting you need someone shows how powerful your love is
—  datragic-poet 
As the smile fell from my face, I fell with it
You’ve made me blue
It’s not fair, how can you just quit?
Please tell me, what else can I do?

Yeah, the truth is that you’re sorry
And you told me not to worry
I feel like some dumb kid
Trying to kid myself
That we would last forever

Then you went running, what’s your hurry?
And I’m still hoping every morning
That you’ll start to miss every part of this
And change your mind; however

You didn’t wanna settle down
I got my hopes up, prayed for hours
But still you left without a sound
Now I’m a lost boy
Because you’re not around
—  what am i waiting for? someone could love me more.
inspired by: “lost boy” by troye sivan
(cc, 2017)

Auction (RWBY Snippet)

Weiss was about to continue banging her head on her desk when Ruby reached out to stop her.

“Hey, can you stop that?” Ruby grinned. “I like your desk too much for you to dent it.”

Weiss scowled as ominously as she could. Given the circumstances, it wasn’t very ominously at all. “Really? That’s all you have to say?”

“Well… I could talk about how you decided to outbid everyone in the room for dinner with me at a charity fundraiser that you organised, but I kind of figured that you didn’t want to think about that, you know, since you’ve been banging your head on your desk for the past ten minutes.”

The Schnee made a gurgling sound and covered her face with her hands. What had she been thinking? Had she completely lost her mind? The whole thing was a disaster. She’d organised an auction to help raise money for several orphanages in Atlas, and Ruby had gladly signed on to help.

The idea was hardly revolutionary. People would bid for a chance to have dinner with one of several famous huntsmen or huntresses, and that money would go to help the orphanages. It  was something that countless fundraisers had done in the past, and Ruby hadn’t been the only famous person whose evening had been up for auction.

But when the bidding had started, Weiss had lost control of herself. The idea of someone else - anyone else - having dinner with her Ruby had driven everything even remotely resembling common sense out of her mind. She’d outbid a host of other wealthy people, all of whom were devoted fans, in order to secure an evening with her very own girlfriend.

It had taken Winter ten minutes to stop laughing at her.

“You know,” Ruby said, shifting her hands to massage Weiss’s shoulders. “You’re really tense. Since you’ve got me for the evening, why don’t you let me help you out.” Ruby leaned down and nibbled on Weiss’s ear. “Instead of banging your head on your desk, well, you could bang me on your desk.”

Weiss blinked. “Ruby… you have been spending far too much time around Yang.”

The younger woman smirked in a very Yang-like way. “Is that a no, Weiss?”

Weiss stood, hoisted Ruby onto the table, and began to remove Ruby’s clothing. “What do you think? I paid a considerable sum for the pleasure of your company this evening, Ruby, and I intend to get my money’s worth.”

Use Me // Namjoon

Drabble game request: Namjoon + “We should probably talk.” + College AU | for @triptaech​ (sorry this took so damn long)

Word count: 2,602 words

Character: Namjoon x reader

W: Slight/implied smut, a little bit of angst. Just the usual combination.

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(this takes place before/during the events of Jerome’s return)

It was dark and gloomy. The way it’s always been the past months. No sun shined through your window. Your life had been nothing but a cluttered mess, ever since Jerome died. Depression was a cloud that you were sure was going to follow you for the rest of your life.

You had cried yourself to sleep only months before today. That time that Jim and Harvey took you to his grave, you thought he was there. You thought he was with you. And then realization struck your mind and you lost it. You were the only one at his funeral.

The sound of the creaking floorboards and distant talking were the only things you would hear. Laying on your back, you hummed a sad tune to yourself. However, tears no longer ran down your face. You simply couldn’t cry anymore.

“Jerome…why couldn’t I save you?” you thought to yourself. “Galavan is already dead. If only I was the one to kill him for you…if only.”

A knock on your cell door pulled you out of your thoughts. The door swung open and the guard Anderson was standing there, his hands on his belt.

“Hey psychopath! Time for lunch. Get up and let’s go.” He announced.

You only groaned in response and turned on your side to try to forget he was even there. Looking at the wall now in front of you, you only imagined Jerome being there, laying by your side, stroking your smooth (s/c) skin.

“I said, get up!” Anderson yelled, yanking you by your arm. Weak, you dropped to the floor. Anger was coursing through your veins right now, but there was nothing you could do about it. You got yourself up off the floor and looked Anderson dead in the eyes.

“Don’t do that again.” You said.

“Get into the room already. You’re my last stop. I don’t want to spend an extra minute in here with you freaks.”

You sighed, slumping your shoulders and walking into the room with the others. The guard closed the door behind you and left. You took a seat at the first bench you saw, the lunch the asylum had prepared for you was right there.

“Mmm. Sloppy Joe and a pudding cup…again. Stop it, Helena, you’re spoiling me!” You yelled at her sarcastically. She only huffed in response and continued plating other trays. Eight months and they sevred you the same food everyday.

You were already used to the sound of the other patients screaming, so you could drown out the sounds of fighting and the same lady asking you about your house, pets, favorite color, and flavor of your skin.

“Not now, Golightly!” You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, okay! Just tell me when you don’t want your skin anymore! I’ll eat the rest of you for youuuuu!” She sang rolling and jumping from table to table.

“Cannibals.” You scoffed. Besides that, she was actually pretty nice.

Just then a laugh roared from behind you. You smiled, remebering Jerome’s laugh. It was full of pure evil, yet somehow it made you melt. Something that could only make you smile.

“Sloppy Joe and pudding again? I still don’t understand how you’re not sick of it.”

“It’s better than nothing, Jervis.”

“(y/n)!” He smiled a wide smile, sitting right next to you. “How was your morning?”

“Dull.” You smiled back. “Yours?”

“Quite splendid if you ask me!”

“What kind of drugs are you on? I’ll take whatever you’re having anyday.”

“No, no, no, no, no. No drugs! They do say laughter is the best medicine!”

You chuckled a bit. Jervis turned out to be the only (in)sane one who knew exactly what you were going through.

Jervis frowned realizing you weren’t really happy. Helena came and gave him his lunch tray and he gave her a smug smile in return.

“Ah, (y/n)? How about we play a game?” He tapped his fingers on the table wildly.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the sudden suggestion, but nodded anyway.

“Great! I give you something to solve, you answer it right and maybe I’ll give you a gift!”

“What exactly am I solving?


“Alright. Rhyme away.” You laughed.

“There was a chance that they used a cryogenic cooler, what translated from Slavic means ‘glorious ruler’?”

“What? Jervis, I can’t solve that.”

“You once took a Slavic class right? Then you can solve it!” He nuged you.

“I got a C in that class!”

“Stop complaining and think!”

“Okay fine.” You began to think hard. What could he possibly have meant? Jervis was one book that no one could read. He was so complicated. But you tried to solve it anyway.

“Cyrogenic means freezing bodies right?”

“You’re close!” Jervis giggled. “Cryogenic means the deep freezing, of bodies to be exact.”

“Why are you so weird?” You giggled along.

“Come on, (y/n)! Solve the last part!”

“Alright. Uhm Slavic language. Let’s see…glorious ruler…” Your head began to hurt trying to thibk of what it would translate to. You remembered all the phrases the teacher wrote on the board. Ruler and glorious definitely weren’t up there. “…I-I don’t know Jervis.”

“If you put your mind to it…” Jervis sang.

“You can do it.” You responded. “Only I can’t do it.”

“Simple minded puny girl. It mean Valeska.” A voice from the table next to yours spoke.

“What did you say?” You asked, a bit shocked by him responding at all. Enormous Eric usually never speaks. Unless it’s about ripping bodies apart.

“Huggggh. Valeska. Glorious Ruler means Valeska where I come from! Not that hard to understand, no?”

You felt a burning sensation start through your stomach. Turning to question Jervis, you stopped as soon as your name was called.

“(f/n) (l/n)! Here’s your certificate. You’re hereby declared, sane. Free to go.”

“I don’t understand.” You shook your head slightly.

Jervis then turned your attention towards him. “You don’t need to understand dear (y/n). You’re free.” He said hugging you. “See you on the outside!”

You hugged him back, still in disbelief. Getting up from your seat and taking your certificate of sanity, you finally walked out of the doors of Arkham Asylum.

You breathed in the fresh, ice cold air letting it enter your lungs for the first time in months. Tears filled your eyes. You felt happiness for the first time in awhile.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my favorite girl.” Barbara smirked walking up to you.

“Barbara? What are you doing here?” You smiled running up to her for a hug.

She laughed, returning the hug. “I was given orders to get you out of this hole of despair. I would’ve done it earlier, but I honestly didn’t know you were here.”

“It’s alright. I’m just glad to finally be out of there. How’s Eddie and Oswald and Tab-“

“-All fine. Now enough about them. Before we go out tonight we’re going to need to something about that smell, outfit, and maybe you should wash your hair too.” Barbara smugly smiled.

“Oh, right. Sorry about the hug, I forgot-”

“No it’s quite alright, I’ll just burn it afterwards. Anyways, off we go!” She said, urging you to get into the limo. It’s been awhile since you’ve been this comfortable.

“Thanks for coming to get me, Babs.” You smiled weakly.

“Shhh. Get some sleep, (y/n). We have a big night ahead of us.”


As soon as you got to Barbara’s place, you took a long hot shower. You let the water hit your face, smiling as the heat welcomed you. Closing your eyes, you remembered everything from the past. Your good days and your bad days. That time in kindergarten where you poured paint on the kid named George all because he didn’t say hi to you that day. You laughed at yourself.

You heard distant talking coming from outside the door.

“…worry about. I didn’t tell her. I want it to be a surprise.” Barbara said. You couldn’t hear well so you stepped out of the shower and put your ear to the door.

“…Good. She’s going to be-” Your foot accidentally made a sound and quietly cursed yourself. Footsteps began to make their way to the bathroom door and quickly got back into the shower.

“(y/n)? Are you alright in here?” Barbara asked, a little nervousness and concern could be heard in her voice.

“I’m good. I’m just about to get out now.” You said, hoping to get our fast enough to see the person that the mysterious voice belonged to.

“N-now?! Why now?! Don’t you to wash your hair or something?” Barbara leaned against the wall, losing her cool for a bit, but then quickly gaining it back.

You stepped out of the shower and she handed you a towel. “I already did that, Babs.” You laughed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She smiled, perfect teeth and all.

“Good.” You began to walk out the door and Barbara closely followed behind, heels clacking against the floor.

“Hey, can I get ready in your room?” You asked Barbara. She didn’t hear you, due to her looking around the room for something or maybe the someone.

“Earth to Babs.”

“Oh! Of course you can. Help yourself.” She said going towards to kitchen.

You shook your head again. “Everyone is acting so weird today.” Getting to Barbara’s room, you began to dry off and then started to put on your clothes. You stopped though after you heard a breathy “whoa” come from the closet.

“Hello?” You gasped, picking up the towel and covering the front of you. You slowly walked towards the closet, hoping it was just your imagination. You began to turn the knob, when someone startled you and stopped you from doing so.

“Nice ass!” Barbara laughed.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Good. Here’s your clothes. I hope they’re comfortable enough for you… well actually come to think of it, I really don’t like that top.” She threw the ruffled forest green top on the chair and went to her closet.

You thought you heard her whisper something, but you forgot about it when she moved out of the way, and you saw no one else but her in there.

“How about this one?” She smirked. It was a (f/c) satin tank top. “These will look great with those leggings!”

“Thanks. Uhm, could I ask you something? Who exactly told you to get me out of Arkham?” You asked, eyes squinted slightly.

“That’s not important. What is important, is that you look sexy! We’re gonna have a girls night out. Just you and me. Now hurry up. There’s supposedly a little…movie starting at seven. We want to be there on time.“

An hour passed and it was already six thirty. You and Barbara were driving to this “secret location” she wouldn’t tell you about. You and her caught up with each other. You told her about Jervis and she rolled her eyes. Turns out they didn’t get along.

“Here we are and only fifteen minutes left until it’s time!” She clapped.

“In time for what?” You whined.

“I told you it’s a secret.” She booped your nose.

There were quite a few people around. Not to mention, they seemed a bit off too. This place was quite eerie, but in it’s own way it was relaxing. Colorful, dull, quiet, yet loud.

“Oh shoot. I almost forgot my phone. You go on without me. I’ll be right back.” Barbara said, walking away. You gave an okay, before continuing on through by yourself.

Barbara watched you and then got in the car. “Well. You have her where you want her.”

“All thanks to you. What is it you want in return?”

“Nothing. Her happiness is just enough for me. Take care of yourself. Oh and try not to give the poor thing a heart attack. You almost got caught in the closet.”

“It wasn’t my fault though. It’s been so long sincr I’ve seen her.”

“You still should have waited until the time was right. And speaking of time, it’s seven.”

“Of course! It’s showtime.”


You didn’t understand what was going on. Why was Jerome’s message to Gotham playing and why here? All you knew was that you wanted to leave. Barbara wasn’t here and it was starting to get frightening.

Just then a fight broke out and screaming could be heard through the entire place. You dodged a few flying chairs and made it out of there. You caught a glance of Jim and Harvey, but you decided it would be best if you didn’t let them see you.

You ran out, saving your own skin. Trying to catch your breath, you bent over your hands on your knees.

A laugh broke through the sound of the screams and made you stand up straight. “Jerome.” You sighed. You forgot, the video was still playing. With one last look behind you, you began to walk away. All of a sudden, your body shuddered with fear. You couldn’t move. “N-no.”

You wiped your eyes. “It’s just another hallucination.” You kept repeating to yourself. He couldn’t be real. You saw him die right in front of you. Looking up, you saw that a silhouette began to walk out of the darkness towards you. Right then and there, your heart sank.

“Did you miss me, doll face?

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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Imagine the reunion

Originally posted by reedusgif

You stood in the courtyard of Hilltop, your back to the mansion, your arms wrapped around Maggie as you embraced her, she looked beautiful. The image of her pale, weak, sweat covered and shaking body wiped from your mind as she slowly pulled back. 

“I got a surprise for ya.” She whispered as she pulled away and smiled at you. 

“Maggie what the hell…" 

You were cut off by her taking and turning you around, your eyes now staring at the man frozen in the doorway, staring back at you. An odd sob of joy left your mouth as you covered it with both hands, tears already being to stream down your face as you looked at the man you loved, the man you had lost, the man you thought you would never see again. 

The sound of joy drew the attention of all the others to his presence, and they all watched as he looked at each one of you, and then advanced towards Rick, who embraced him. The brotherly bond they shared clear to all who witnessed the tender moment, and you watched as he pulled away and found your eyes again. 

"You can’t be real.” You softly choked out as he looked at you with a small chuckle, “I though Negan…." 

"I’m real as can be. Did you really think some man with a bat could end me?" 

You wiped your eyes quickly, knowing for once life was looking up for you, and that was the moment your immobility ended, your legs carrying you as fast as they could to shorten the 20 foot distance between you both, before jumping and clinging to him. 

"I thought I lost you.” You softly whispered into his clean shoulder, as he held you close. 

“I love ya too much to lose ya that easy.” He whispered back, as you both just enjoyed this short moment of reunion, where you both felt completely safe again.


AU where you don’t know your soulmate is your soulmate until they die


You never understood soulmates. Your parents explained that you couldn’t ever be sure if the person you date, marry, love, is even your soulmate. It sounded stupid to you. It wasn’t until you were older that they explained more, that it wasn’t until you lost your soulmate that you would feel the love and moments you could have spent together. 

This made you very wary of love, you didn’t want to devote your entire life to someone and have them not be your soulmate and you also didn’t want to have to be attached to someone to have them die on you. You thought you could just avoid your soulmate, maybe you didn’t even have one.

You heard stories of people never finding their soulmate which sounded like the best option in your mind, It wasn’t until 6th year at Hogwarts that you truly hated soulmates. You met a boy named Cassius. That boy stole your heart. You were positive you were soulmates, you were planning on getting married after school. 

Until a 7th year died from an accidental hex. Cassius felt the love and pain that could have been. You tried convincing him you could still be together but he left you. You cried all night cursing at no one. From that day you swore you would never fall in love again. 

You graduated and started a job at the ministry. Beast division. You had always had an interest in magical creatures, they kept you company in place of humans. You met an old friend, Newt Scamander. You were surprised when he said he was no longer in touch with Leta. The two of them were inseparable but once again, soulmates ruined another person. You both shared the hatred of Soulmates and became better friends. 

When he got the offer to write a book he asked you immediately to join him. Of course you accepted, he was quickly becoming your best friend. Your adventures were the best, always crazy and wild. Sometimes sitting in his case you would wonder what it would be like to find someone. The only things that stopped you was the thought of heartbreak. 

Unknowing to you, Newt fell hard for you. He would watch you and Cassius at school, laughing, and in love. He watched as you shut yourself from the world and he was determined to befriend you. He secretly hoped you were his soulmate but he could never be sure and he didn’t want to have to watch you die to find out. 

It’s been a few years since you started your adventure and you and Newt were in New York. It was, an interesting experience to say the least. You met and got arrested by a young Auror named Tina, met a no-maj, almost got killed by MACUSA and now you were trapped in a battle between Mr grave, who was some important Auror and an Obscurial. This was definitely not how you thought the day would go. 

“Y/N! Get out of here!” Newt yells at you. 

Graves fires a spell and Newt goes flying back. You apparate right in front of him and fire spells at Graves. Newt struggled to stand up and joined you in firing spells. 

“See Scamander, you can’t do much without me” you tease. 

You and Newt were getting tired and you couldn’t see and end to this fight. You could see Credence starting to form into black mist again. You left the fight and went to try to calm Credence. It was no use, he exploded into a big ball of destruction. You ducked to the ground to avoid getting hit. Tina came running in and started talking to Credence. 

“He’s listening to you Tina, keep talking” Newt says slowly to Tina. 

You slowly walk towards Credence. Whispering comforting things as Tina was coaxing him to calm down. You were almost able to touch him when Aurors filled the station. They fired at Credence, you could see the poor boy in pain. You glanced at Newt who was covering himself and smiled before rushing into to cover credence. 

You got hit with spell after spell, each more painful than the last. You look and see Credence, his face filled with relief. You still knew he had to disappear. You took out your wand and sent credence away. You collapsed and let your wand roll across the floor. Newt felt a pang in his chest. It’s like his heart was being torn into shreds. 

“Y/N! I-I think soulmate is dying” He yelled out to you. 

“Y/n?” Called out again. 

He stood up and saw you on the ground. 

“No no no no no” he murmured. he got up and scrambled to you. 

His heart getting heavier and heavier as he reached you. He was crying when he reached you. He searched for a pulse but couldn’t find one. His head filled with memories of you two. the love that could have been. His buried his face in your neck and held your cold hand in his hand. His heart filled with grief and sadness but also hatred. 

He hated soulmates. 

He hated that he never got to love and care for you. That you never got to know how much he loved you. Newt’s heart was shattered and the only one who could fix it was you. 

He finally understood why you hated soulmates so much. He brought his hand to your face and closed your eyes. He placed a shaky kiss on your lips and stood up and walked away. 

He clutched the Swooping evil venom in his coat and pulled it out. He looked at it and remembered what you told him a long time ago 

“It secretes venom that, when properly diluted, can be used to erase bad memories”

I have alot of fics im going to write soon but honestly, this was not the way I thought this would go but hey, Angst 5ever am I right

Perks - Barry Allen

Originally posted by atravelgirl

- Y/n = Your Name

- Y/L/N = Your Last Name

Prompt- you being part dog has its perks, mostly for me because whenever i toss something away your eyes follow it and you perk up like you want to chase it but restrict yourself and its honestly the cutest fucking thing ive ever seen” for Barry allen with the reader as the werewolf” -anon

Word count - 671


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The Drabble Games

I saw this floating around and it sounds like a blast- I’m needing some inspiration for some of your longer one shot requests.

Send me a prompt number and a pairing (x reader), and I’ll write you up to about 600 words based on it.

1. “Come over here and make me.”
2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”
3. “Please, don’t leave.”
4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
7. “I almost lost you.”
8. “Wanna bet?”
9. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
10. “Teach me how to play?”
11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
12. “I think we need to talk.”
13. “Kiss me.”
14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
15. “So, I found this waterfall…”
16. “It could be worse.”
17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
18. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
19. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”
20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
21. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
23. “Just once.”
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
25. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
26. “I got you a present.”
27. “I’m pregnant.”
28. “Marry me?”
29. “I thought you were dead.”
30. “It’s not what it looks like…”
31. “You lied to me.”
32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
33. “Please don’t do this.”
34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
36. “I wish I could hate you.”
37. “Wanna dance?”
38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
39. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
40. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
41. “You did all of this for me?”
42. “I swear it was an accident.”
43. “YOU DID WHAT?!”
44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
45. “Tell me a secret.”
46. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
47. “No one needs to know.”
48. “Boo.”
49. “Well this is awkward…”
50. Writer’s preference

Let the games begin!

anonymous asked:

Can you do the dry humping one but with vocal unit?

Hip hop unit


“Y/N,” Jeonghan started, already sounding like he was about to ask for something. You let out a ‘Hm?’ with your eyes still focused on the screen of your phone, and he played with the waistband of the boxers he was wearing, a small pout forming on his lips. “I’m horny.”

You lost your focus on the news article that you were reading as your mind processed his words, which in all honesty weren’t that unusual to come from him. You put your phone down and rolled to your back, turning to look at him. “And?”

“I don’t want to move,” he said with a small whine and reached for your hand. You sighed with a quick roll of your eyes - of course he didn’t want to move, it was a lazy morning - but gave him what he wanted anyway, earning a pleased sigh from him when you sat down on his thighs.

“You’re so lazy,” you whined and took your hand past his crotch, smirking to yourself at the erection you could feel. He had not been kidding. Jeonghan placed his hands on the backs of your thighs and squeezed them a little while you moved upwards on his body, your crotch soon hovering over his hard-on. With him only in his boxers and you in your panties and a tank top, it was definitely about to get interesting.

“It’s not like it’s anything new,” he muttered with slight defensiveness in his voice and kept his hooded eyes locked with yours when you started to grind down against him. You bit down on your lower lip; you were quick to realize that you were rather sensitive and growing wet at a fast speed, the mere thought of Jeonghan being hot and bothered driving you mad.

“I’ll make this up to you,” Jeonghan groaned quietly, his hold tight on your thighs. You placed your hands on his chest and increased the pressure with which you were pushing down against him, gasping at the sensation of him sliding against your gradually swelling, wettening lower lips. While you had initially been rather disinterested in complying to his wishes, that thought was now long gone and replaced with pure need.

“Whatever you have in mind, I’ll take it,” you muttered and licked your lips sensually while you rolled your hips slowly, teasing Jeonghan in the way you knew would tear him apart.

And just like you predicted, he was soon bucking up into you while pushing you down onto himself, his hands grabbing at your hips while his clothed cock grinded against your wet and equally covered pussy. He was moaning rather freely, as per usual, and you started to let the noises out as well. From the rising pitch of his voice you could deduce that he was getting close to his peak, and the more friction was given to your clit the closer you got to yours, too.

“Just a bit more,” Jeonghan whispered, his voice thick and lewd, as the thrusts of his hips got sharper and more desperate. You teased his nipples with your thumbs, and the surprised moan from Jeonghan went straight to your crotch. With him bucking against you desperately, you continued the earlier rolling of your hips, sneakily moving a bit upwards on him and thus having your clit rub against the sensitive head of his cock.

Soon he came with a grunt, his slender fingers now pressing hard into the soft skin of your ass. The blissful look on his face and your general sensitivity threw you over the edge as well, your release soon creating a mess in your underwear, even though they had been wet for quite a while already.

“And you said you didn’t want to move,” you muttered as you lay on top of him, trying to catch your breath as the throbbing continued between your legs. He laughed a little and gave your ass a light, playful smack. You shot him a look and tapped his shoulders. “You’ll make up for this in the shower.”


Despite it being fairly late, you hadn’t had anything against Joshua playing the guitar - after all, it always sounded pleasant, especially accompanied by his soft singing voice, and he kept the volume as low as he could. However, that came to an end when he put his pick away and started plucking the strings with those skilled fingers of his instead, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

God, how you wanted the fingers completely elsewhere.

“Josh,” you called while you approached him, and he stopped his fingers before moving his eyes up to you, your night dress hugging each curve of your body. He was sitting on a blanket on the floor, leaning against the wall, and soon you were on your knees next to him, his expectant eyes still on you. “Could you put the guitar away?”

He looked perplexed but did like you asked anyway, and as soon as the guitar was out of the way, you got on his lap and cupped his cheeks, kissing him passionately. Joshua’s hands found their natural place on your hips and he chuckled into the kiss when you nibbled on his lower lip. “What’s this all of a sudden?”

“You played so well,” you muttered, telling him half of the truth, and slid your tongue into his mouth to play with his. He smirked, but only momentarily, as his amusement was long gone when you ground down against his crotch. You were already slightly wet with your imagination having gone a bit too far with the image of his fingers pushing in and out of you, and he could start feeling it some moments later.

Joshua was getting hard fast with the way you were grinding against him, massaging his tongue with yours and dragging his bottom lip with your teeth, yet you could hear the moans getting stuck in his throat as he refused to let them out. You pulled back, your lips a bit swollen, and looked at his frowning face as you pushed your thinly covered pussy against his hard-on, deliberately focusing on the parts you knew he was the most sensitive at.

“I like your voice, too,” you said with your voice a bit unsteady with the increasing level of arousal; you had always had a thing for Joshua trying to remain calm when he was a mess inside. “Won’t you let me hear it?”

He opened his eyes that he had closed earlier and looked into yours helplessly. You grinned at him and leaned into another kiss, which did it to him. He moved his hands from your hips to your ass and began pushing you against himself while bucking his hips up as well as he could from the position, soft moans leaving his lips with each movement.

“My fingers, huh?” Joshua asked against your lips, moaning at the contact your sexes were making. You gave him a whimper that contained an agreeing answer and got one of your hands in his hair, playing with it as your orgasm got closer with every movement his cock made against your clit and folds. “Later, I’ll show you what else they’re good for.”

The image of his fingers pushing deep into you came back to your mind and you came undone with a quiet cry that had Joshua groaning and the wet spot on his pajama pants growing as his orgasm hit him with you pressed tight against him.

You moved to kiss his neck sloppily. “You can show me right away.”


Jihoon pushed his keyboard piano further away on his desk and tugged at his hair, letting out a frustrated groan. You looked up from the magazine you were reading in the corner of Jihoon’s studio, and met with his eyes when he turned around.

“I need a break,” he stated with a sigh. You were quiet at put the magazine away and walked to him with an idea forming in your mind, and stood in front of him before placing your hands on his shoulders. Jihoon raised his eyebrows, curious to see what you had in mind, and nearly asked about it.

You scanned his chair quickly, then smirked and got on his lap with your feet somewhat reaching the floor as they hung on the sides. His eyes widened and a dark blush rushed to his cheeks when you began to slowly grind against his crotch - he could see that it was by no means an accident.

“T-this isn’t exactly what I was going for,” he panicked, his hands moving restlessly on your thighs and his head slowly leaning against the headrest of the chair. You leaned down to press kisses along his jawline, a satisfied grin taking over your lips when you could feel him getting harder and hear his breath hitch in his throat.

“But you need this,” you mumbled, and he couldn’t deny it, not when he was getting so aroused so god damn fast, now only putty underneath you. After all, he had never been able to resist you; he was far too attracted and in love for that. You chuckled when he remained too surprised to do anything besides gasp quietly and try to find a good place for his hands. “C’mon, we’ve done more on a chair, so help me out a little.”

Taking the hint, he moved his hips up a little. You moaned quietly at the way he brushed against you, even through the denim shorts that you were wearing, but when the chair moved backwards with the movement, Jihoon shook his head. “It won’t work like this.”

He suggested you’d get up and you did so, backing to the desk when Jihoon approached you. With the backs of your thighs against the desk, you claimed his lips in a deep kiss when he pushed his crotch against yours, his hands now holding your ass tightly and pulling you closer, flush against himself. He ground into you hard, the denim that you were both wearing only increasing the friction you experienced.

You were wet and needy, and it was more than audible in your desperate moans that were muffled by his lips. His breathing was heavy and he grunted from time to time, the pace of his hips getting more and more erratic as he got closer to his climax. It was evident that he needed it more than he had realized.

“I need you so bad,” he groaned, slowly moving one hand from your ass to your breast, squeezing it lightly through your shirt and bra. You let out a content sigh at that, moving your hips to match his movements at least a little, while also moving your hands to his belt buckle. His movements halted at that and you smiled to yourself, now sucking at the sensitive skin of his neck.

“You can have me,” you whispered and heard him swallow hard as his hips involuntarily bucked into you again, sharper than before. You bit his earlobe gently. “Nothing’s stopping you, and I need you…” You moved your heat against his clothed cock with each word, accentuating them.

He began tugging at the hem of your shirt and stepped out of his jeans when you had opened them and managed to push them down to his ankles.“Good thing the door is locked.”


Play fighting (or rather, tickle wars) wasn’t a rare occurrence between you and Seokmin, and neither was you squirming underneath him on your bed with him tickling you mercilessly and laughing at your misery.

“Oh my god, stop, I need air,” you laughed, your hands firm against his chest as he hovered over you. He kept on grinning at you, but his amusement started dying out when he realized that your squirming against him was creating a rather hard problem in his pants. You raised your eyebrows when his expression got serious, but before you could ask what was wrong, you felt his hard-on pressing against your thigh.

You looked at him knowingly, smiling a little at the blush that starter to form on his cheeks. Running a hand through his dark hair, you leaned up to give his lips a few teasing nibbles. “Did that turn you on, Seokmin?”

He groaned, embarrassment getting more and more evident on his facial features. “Can you no–” You cut him off by bucking your well-angled hips up against him and let out a mix of a gasp and a moan; a gasp at the sensation and a satisfied moan at the groan Seokmin failed to hold in.

“Shit,” he muttered, letting his head fall down and his lips land on your shoulder that was bare due to your shirt being a mess on you as a result of the tickling. You ran your hands up and down his back while your hips kept moving against his, the outline of his hard-on starting to get more and more obvious through his sweatpants against the crotch of the thin shorts you were wearing.

You sucked lightly on a spot on his jawline. “Fuck me, Seokmin.”

If he had been still before you had said anything, he was even more frozen after your words. A few seconds passed as he swallowed hard, but then a grin formed on his lips and he started grinding down into you, the sudden force making you yelp. You grabbed his shoulders and moaned while his hard-on pressed hard against you, the feeling and the thought of it all turning you on more and faster than you’d like to admit.

“There’s a few obstacles to that,” Seokmin grunted as his hips kept meeting yours, his straining cock rubbing pleasantly against your sensitive clit even through the layers between you. You smacked his shoulders and gasped when he stilled his thrusts and only rolled his hips, flush against yours.

“You know what I mean,” you whispered with a moan, quickly wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to push against him, which wasn’t even necessary with the way he was pushing you into the bed. He chuckled and trailed kisses from your shoulder to your neck and up to your lips, nibbling on your lower one as he resumed his thrusts, just as hard as earlier, but never was he so hard that it would’ve felt unpleasant.

What amazed you the most was that it felt nearly as good as actually having him inside of you, which was pretty difficult to compare to thanks to his strong thighs and skilled hips.

With Seokmin focusing his thrusts and smooth rolls of his hips mainly on your clit, you were soon climaxing with his mouth catching every single noise of yours. He was still left hard and longing for his orgasm, but when you had caught your breath and relaxed underneath him, you turned the two of you around with surprising ease, looking down to him with dark eyes.

“Time to get rid of those ‘obstacles’ of yours,” you mumbled with your fingers already at the waistband of his sweatpants.


It had been a nice, rather calm make out session, with you comfortably on top of Seungkwan and his hands moving up and down your backside as your lips moved against each other and tongues explored each other’s mouths. However, having his hands on your ass and inner thighs had slowly started to turn you on, and the feeling was only further increased by the desperate, needy kisses he was giving you and the way you could feel a bulge growing underneath you, pressing against your crotch.

All that together had you burning, kissing him with even more passion than before and subtly pressing your hips against his.

“Y/N, what are you– ah,” Seungkwan’s dazed question was interrupted by the moan that he couldn’t hold in, and all he could do was squeeze your ass. You chuckled quietly, your hips still pressing against his, the yoga pants you were wearing letting you feel him grow harder with the way you were grinding against him.

“You were getting turned on, and so was I,” you mumbled, your lips against his neck, and let out a silent moan when he bucked his hips up and whimpered at the friction. Seungkwan had always been sensitive and greedy, and it never failed to turn you on; knowing how badly he wanted you did little to slow down the pace in which your panties were getting wet, especially because he could never hide his feelings.

He continued moving his hips up against yours while massaging your ass and pushing you against himself while doing so, melodic moans leaving his lips and driving you crazy. You were whimpering against his neck as your crotches rocked against each other, and you tried to muffle your noises by sucking on his skin.

While that helped you, however, it only turned Seungkwan on further, which you easily noticed when the thrusts of his hips got faster, smoother and sharper. He was getting close, his ever higher moans and whispers of your name along with the growing wet spot at the front of his sweatpants enough of a proof.

You grazed your teeth along the sensitive skin of his neck, biting down lightly when his hips were angled particularly well to rub against your clit.

“Yes,” you gasped, at last starting to move your hips as well, rather than only having him grind against you while pushing you down to himself. With the small tingles running up your spine with every bit of friction that your clit and swollen lower lips were getting, you lifted your upper body, supporting yourself with your hands placed on each side of Seungkwan’s head, and started rolling your hips as you ground against him.

He looked up to you, scanning your chest eagerly and licking his lips at how inviting it looked there, hovering above him. He bit down on his lower lip and slipped a hand under your loose top, easily sneaking it inside of your bra as well. You moaned when he took one of your breasts into his hand and teased the nipple, and you both pushed your chest against his hand and your pussy against his clothed cock. Suddenly you felt him buck up particularly sloppily, and a quick look at his contorted face and slightly shivering body told you that he had just come.

You smiled and slowed down your movements, leaning down to kiss his lips that were parted in a moan. “I love you.”

His cheeks were red with the climax he had just reached and slight embarrassment, but he tried to ignore it as he kissed you back. “I’m… let me help you.”

Seungkwan had probably never been as set on helping someone out as he was when his fingers sunk into you and his lips wrapped around your clit with your fingers in his hair.

- Kay

Sorry for clogging your dashboards a little but I hope the content makes up for it ;A;

anonymous asked:

You sound like a spoiled, neurotic, delusional, racist little brat, and knowing how this website warps the minds of the people who use it I don't foresee you growing out of it either. It's depressing to see.

im only defending my region because its actually common to know arabs who have been in war and suffered if youre from the middle east, i have iraqi freinds who have lost their country??? you dont fucking know or understand the pain of losing your country and having its culture and rich history destroyed

it went from something amazing to NOTHING and im TIRED of people blaming ISLAM OF ALL THINGS for the reasoning, like? it was the gulf war and bush/war/colonialism that weakened the middle east and im tired of the “ISLAM RUINED THE MIDDLE EAST” BS when islam has been alive from the 7th century and terrorism has only become a thing as a result of bush, ALL I AM SAYING IS STOP BLAMING US FOR HOW THE MIDDLE EAST WEAKENED WHEN IT’S BEEN COLONIZED MULTIPLE TIMES, and a GOOD CHUNK of the colonialism happened in the 20th century and as late as the 1970s and 1980s, the british colonized my country, and you bet if the british found our oil before we did we would be stripped from our resources and dubai wouldnt exist

im fucking tired of witnessing and knowing people who have experienced real war and pain, my great great uncle actually travelled from here all the way to egypt to be the first person from the uae to get a college degree, that wouldnt have been possible if he went after the 1920s colonialism

islam is THE LAST thing that ruined the middle east

in fact thanks to the islamic golden age we shaped the modern world and are the reason why we have cameras, dental hygene, surgery, optics and SO much other shit

and its a good point to note that the islamic golden age ended because we got invaded by the mongoles (remember my points on how colonialism and war are the main causes of the downfall of the middle east??)

anyway youre obviously ignorant and dont want to hear the other side of the story that isnt islamophobic so keep trying follow your biased view of history ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


If I could see into your heart
Then would I know just where to start?
‘Cause I’m lost and I need to be found
Crazy as it sounds, I need you around
If I could stand to be on my own
Then I would probably just leave you alone

No one told you that death tasted like cyanide and vanilla.

That there was always the feeling of being a floating entity while also having your feet nailed firmly to the ground.

Death had always seemed like a dark, gloomy, hellish thing, and the afterlife a place that sucked your soul in a drowned you in misery. It wasn’t like that. Some would complain it was too bright. That the sound of white noise seared their eardrums, or the taste was almost metallic. It really depended on who you were, how you died. Some weren’t as lucky to taste blood; some people only had the pleasure of tasting dirt.

Old aches and pains would linger in the afterlife, scars of where something must have penetrated, or gaping holes where they had lost parts of themselves when they were living, breathing entities. Unbearable for most, a mere hindrance for others who only knew pain.

If you were lucky, and your bonds on earth strong enough, like minded souls would collect in this bleak, cream coloured, fog hazed world, and from being one lone soul, they would eventually become a duo.

Pakunoda had been the first to learn about how gut wrenching it was too forget all the different colours, her eyes well accustomed to the thousands of shades of white that had kissed her skin for what felt like years until Uvogin had appeared.

His soul had been red hot, and his body worn out with new scars. Like all things in this bleak and bleary universe, wounds healed but the pain didn’t. It only became more bearable until it was a slight ebbing underneath his skin. A tightness of the heart. An embrace that was too tight before letting go.

There was nothing here, no items, no clothes, no spaces to wander, no food to eat, nothing to take the taste of death from one’s mouth. And once acceptance became the only option, waiting for something to happen was the next thing to do.

For a long time Pakunoda and Uvogin sat in silence, ones to reflect on their mistakes, their efforts, their dreams and goals. On the people they loved. Together they helped put their pieces in place. So they would not forget who they were or what they had been.

They realized quickly that they were waiting for other missing legs. That the spider was on it’s way to an eternal winter, slowly dying. Slowly being targeted by what was called life, and fate, and disaster.

Nothing had felt real until Shalnark and Kortopi had died, their twin souls crashing into what seemed to be cotton earth as they gasped and spluttered for air, their bodies chilled with death and warmed with their fury.

To be killed was one thing. To be backstabbed by someone they knew would backstab them had caused an explosion to go off in Shal’s mind. His ego was as bruised as his organs, and even as his arms lay by his side, no longer strung up like a brainless doll, he was unable to let the past go.

Kortopi has simply held his own throat, and refused to release it, afraid that he would find himself headless again.

Uvogin had been the first to find the newly deceased, and clutched onto them so tightly that there was no room for the awkwardness of his, or any of their nakedness, but only time to consider that yes this was hell, and yes, they were killed, and yes it was as terrible as they had ever imagined it.

“I can’t believe you’re dead.” Uvo had gasped out, eyeing the blood that painted Shalnark’s torso red. He took in the swollen and broken jaw, the ruptured blood vessels, the broken teeth. Uvo knew that they would be healed. That they would be fixed. It would take time, but all they had now was time.

It would be harder to let a grudge die. And the spiders were not forgiving types, not even in the slightest.

It was only a matter of time until the next member of their group joined, each hoping that the troupe member they had been closest too would live as long as they could before rejoining the others.

For now, death was a waiting game

That no one wanted to bet on

I love you,
I thank for your existence in this world.
I get lost in your shiny eyes and your smile leaves me breathless.
You are so beautiful, inside and out, a real angel.
I adore your kindness and your happiness, you are radiant a yellow light of goodness.
Your heartbeats are my favorite sound and to hug you is my favorite thing to do.

WELCOME BACK (Jasper Jordan x Reader)

Request: Can you write Jasper fluff? idk what but I love your Jasper stories


The moon framed the drop ship, reflecting light back into the dark sky. Jasper’s getting better. Bellamy and Murphy can try to kill him all they want but if that boy can survive a spear to the chest, he can survive anything

You take a sip from the old bottle and the liquid burns as it goes down. Cringing, you pass it to Octavia. “Why the hell did they drink this shit?” 

“Disgusting.” O states, a frown on her face, “Love it.” 

Laughter rings throughout the group and your smile lingers. There used to be no such sound around camp. When Jasper was carried in, the wound in his chest was gruesome. You lost your mind too quickly and tensions were too high. No one - especially you - wanted to say goodbye to Jasper. 

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“Don’t You Dare Die On Me!”

Spencer Reid

Laying in your hospital bed, your body sagging and your hair lost, you lull in and out of sleep to the sound of the machines as your doctors talk around you.


At your age.

It would have made you laugh in scorned irony if you weren’t so tired.

“Dr. Reid, her blood is basically sludge,” the doctor says, “the treatments she needs…they will be painful, and hardly fair at this point with all she’s been through.”

“Have you even asked her?” Spencer asked.

But the doctor just stared at him.

You had seen everything with him: his addiction, his social abnormalities, the issues with his mother…


He strode to your bedside and sit down, planting a light kiss to your tired cheekbone before his lips graced your ear.

“Don’t you dare die on me,” he whispers.

And it gave you the strength to nod your head to the treatment.


COMBO: Essential Goth/post punk/alternative bands + POCs in Goth/post punk/alternative bands masterpost

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Essential Goth/post punk/alternative bands

Hello weirdos! A lot of folks seem to be a little lost when first setting foot into the goth subculture and don’t know where to go for band recommendations. Here’s a list of important, influential bands that contributed to the goth subculture - along with several favs - I put together with Dean (angry punk pictured above).

In order to avoid classification issues, they’re categorized by sound rather than specific genre. Keep in mind that this list is personal, and most importantly, ever growing! If you would like to add a band, submit your recommendations to the list here. I would love to have your contributions. So, here we go:

Sounds dead or undead:

  • Bauhaus (1978-2008) “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” is a national anthem. Lead singer Peter Murphy has really pointy cheek bones.
  • Peter Murphy (1983-present) his solo work, not as angular as his facial features.
  • Love and Rockets (1985-present) Peter Murphy got stuck hanging upside  down on stage and the Bauhaus members formed a band without him.
  • Joy Division (1976-1980) Ian Curtis was an energetic dancer, to say the least. “Love Will Tear Us Apart” and “Transmission” are famous songs.
  • The Sisters of Mercy (1980-present) Andrew Eldritch is not goth, he swears.
  • The Cure (1976-present) lead singer Robert Smith is a giant cat with red lipstick. He cries on stage and his tears cure cancer.
  • Cocteau Twins (1979-1997)
  • Sex Gang Children (1991-present)
  • Wire (1976-1980) seriously underrated. Would recommend the album “Pink Flag”.
  • Lydia Lunch amazing female singer. Try the album “13.13”.
  • Clan of Xymox (1983-present) are you kidding no one’s voice is this deep.
  • The Chameleons (1981-2003) has the ability to sound woeful yet jolly.
  • The Mission (1986-present) “Into the Blue” is a good start.
  • Depeche Mode (1980-present) dark and gloomy synths. Known for “Personal Jesus”, “Enjoy the Silence”, “Never let Me Down Again” and a billion others.
  • Fields of the Nephilim (1984-present) vocalist Carl McCoy is a desert cowboy.
  • The March Violets (1981-present) listen to “The Botanic Verses”.
  • The Bolshoi (1983-1988) start with the album “Friends”.
  • The Danse Society (1980-present) try the album “Heaven is Waiting”.
  • The Southern Death Cult (1981-1983) has a song called “Fatman”. Ian Astbury teamed up with Billy Duffy from Theatre of Hate to create Death Cult which later became The Cult, another band worth checking out.
  • Play Dead (1981-1985) doesn’t like being called goth. Musicians that don’t like being labeled? Unheard of.
  • Corpus Delicti (1993-1998) name means “body of crime”. Just saying.
  • Nosferatu (1988-present) actual vampires making music.
  • Big Electric Cat
  • Rosetta Stone
  • Susperia
  • Mephisto Walz (1985-present)
  • The Wake pretty sure Eldritch’s cousin is in the video “Christine”.
  • Echo & the Bunnymen (1978-present) known for “The Killing Moon” which you might remember from the movie Donnie Darko.
  • The Jesus & Mary Chain (1983-present) known for “Just Like Honey”.
  • Children on Stun (1991-present) would recommend the song “Whiskey a Go-Go”, you’ll be…*lowers sun glasses* stunned.
  • Dead Can Dance (1981-present)
  • And Also the Trees (1979-present) the dictionary definition of “dark and brooding”.
  • Red Lorry Yellow Lorry (1981-present)
  • Magazine (1977-2011) listen to the album “Real Life”.
  • Concrete Blonde (1986-present)
  • Gene Loves Jezebel (1980-present)
  • Tones on Tail (1982-1984) Daniel Ash’s (Bauhaus) illegitimate child side project.
  • Curve (1990-2005) Toni Haliday’s seductive alto voice against a backdrop of layered guitars and drum loops; fans of Curve generally regard Garbage as having stole their shtick and made it pop-friendly.
  • Bella Morte (1996-present)
  • Leæther Strip (1988-present) with forays into industrial/ebm; Highly Recommend “Serenade For The Dead” and “Self-Inflicted”.
  • Love Like Blood (1989-2011) the Sisters of Mercy and Type O Negative’s German child.
  • The Merry Thoughts (1983-1998) another German band that sounds like the Sisters of Mercy.
  • A Pale Horse Named Death (2011-present) another Type O Negative offshoot, this band has the original drummer on vocals and their drummer on drums. Very dark and devoid of Type O’s black humor, but still a great listen.
  • The Cruxshadows (1992-present) an alternative musical start for many. The important thing: spiky hair.

Deathrockers and undead punks:

  • Christian Death (1979-present) founded by Rozz Williams, but faced several line up issues (a second Christian Death featured Valor Kand rather than Rozz Williams). Known for “Romeo’s Distress”. Start with “Only Theatre of Pain” then “Catastrophe Ballet”.
  • Specimen (1980-present) features the cofounder of the Batcave. Best known for “Kiss Kiss Bang Bang” and Johnny Slut being awesome.
  • Cinema Strange (1994-present) listen to the album of the same name. Known for their acts on stage.
  • The Deadfly Ensemble similar in feel to Cinema Strange with the same “story telling” aspect.
  • Catholic Spit
  • Voodoo Church (1982-present)
  • Misfits (1977-present) 1950s horror told by crazy guys with guitars and muscles. Personal favorite album: “Static Age”. Singer Glenn Danzig went on to create Danzig. Also make your day better by listening to the “Monster Mash” cover.
  • The Cramps (1976-2009) originators of “psychobilly”. Highly original and sleazy with class.
  • Alien Sex Fiend (1982-present) husband and wife that sound like legit extra-terrestrials. Proof that there is no such thing as taking yourself seriously.
  • The Damned (1976-present) lead singer, Dave Vanian, is a vampire.
  • Blood and Roses underrated. Listen to “Your Sin is Your Salvation”.
  • The Birthday Party (1977-1983) pretty jazzy. Nick Cave, vocalist, likes to wear suits and release bats from caves.
  • Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (1984-present) this guys is so interesting he is set apart from the Bad Seeds and he has a movie.
  • Virgin Prunes (1977-1986) known for “Baby Turns Blue”.
  • The Psychedelic Furs (1977-present) remember the movie “Pretty in Pink”? Well there. Try the album “Psychedelic Furs”!
  • Anorexic Dread (1983-1985) short lived but worth knowing.
  • Flesh for Lulu (1982-present)
  • UK Decay (1978-present)
  • Lene Lovich “I Think We’re Alone Now”
  • Skeletal Family (1982-present)
  • Klaus Nomi (1977-1983) the late artist sounded like he looked: surprised and hauntingly original.
  • The Morgans (mid 1990s-1996) try “Half Girl Half Jesus”.
  • Xmal Deutschland (1980-1990)
  • XTC (1972-2006)

Angry about something:

  • Siouxsie and the Banshees (1976-2002) pronounced “Suzy”. I know you know, but I didn’t at first. “Spellbound, “Happy House”, “Cities in Dust”, plenty to listen to. And, Siouxsie Sioux rocks.
  • Killing Joke  (1978-present) where do I begin? Do I begin at all? You know what, it doesn’t matter if you skip this entire list and just listen to this one band. I’ll spare you the essay and recommend the album of the same name, “Laugh? I nearly bought one!”, “Democracy”, “Extremities, Dirt and Various Repressed Emotions” and “Pandemonium”. More than the sound are the lyrics, the members and the message.
  • 1919 (1980-present) underrated to the extreme. Similar to Killing Joke in sound and vibe.
  • Nina Hagen (1971-present) she’s wicked cool, in sound and style. And also she’s German.
  • Type O Negative (1990-2010) American metal band with widely respected singer/bassist, the late Peter Steele.
  • 45 Grave (1979-present)
  • Swans (1982-present)
  • The Stranglers (1974-present)
  • New Model Army (1980-present)
  • Public Image Limited aka PIL (1978-present) John Lydon’s [aka Jonny Rotten of Sex Pistols] post-punk band that created gems like “The Order of Death” and “Rise”.
  • Life of Agony (1989-present) Alternative metal band from Brooklyn. Had Type O Negative’s original drummer after he left. Slightly thrashy, but sludgy and dark as well.

Witchy, “psycho-delic” or heavily historical:

  • Switchblade Symphony (1989-1999) would recommend the album “Serpentine Gallery”.
  • Strawberry Switchblade (1981-1985) listen to earlier works.
  • Faith and the Muse (1993-present)
  • Soap & Skin (2008-present)
  • The Velvet Underground & Nico the album is known for the songs “Venus in Furs” and “All Tomorrow’s Parties”. Check out Nico, another wicked German artist.
  • Chelsea Wolf (2009-present)
  • Stevie Nicks (1981-present)
  • Japan (1974-1982)
  • The Legendary Pink Dots (1980-present)
  • Black Tape for a Blue Girl (1986-present)
  • Sopor Aeternus & the Ensemble of Shadows (1989-present) taken straight from the Grim Reaper’s playlist.
  • Inkubus Sukkubus (1989-present) check out “Call Out My Name,” “Vampyra,” and “Belladonna And Aconite.”
  • Rasputina (1992-present) historical influences with a storytelling twist.
  • Emilie Autumn somewhat controversial with fans, but excellent violinist.

Discombobulated former construction workers:

  • Skinny Puppy (1982-present) très important industrial band.
  • OhGr by Nivek Ogre of Skinny Puppy. ReCcoMeNd tHe AlbUm “wELt”?
  • Einsturzende Neubauten (1980-present) post Throbbing Gristle -PS try them out as well- industrial.
  • Ministry (1981-present) famous for “Every Day is Halloween”. Recommend earlier work and the album “Twitch”. Their newer albums are more metal oriented.
  • KMFDM (1984-present) perverse, angry and awesome.
  • Front Line Assembly (1986-present)
  • Thrill Kill Kult (1987-present)
  • Nitzer Ebb (1982-present) English guy shouts over drum machines.
  • Front 242 (1981-present) Belgian guy kinda sings over drum machines.
  • Nine Inch Nails (1988-present) American guy screams over drum machines [early NIN], sings over distorted synths and guitars [later NIN].
  • Everything off of the Wax Trax! label circa 1990

Presumably angry punks:

  • Dead Kennedys (1978-1986) featured living people and some unforgettable tunes, notably from the album “Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables”.
  • Sex Pistols (1975-2008) So punk, much anarchy.
  • Bad Brains (1977-present) a mix of punk and reggae, a genre within itself that redefined the scene.
  • Black Flag (1976-present)
  • Minor Threat (1980-1983) accidentally slipped and gave birth to straight edgers.
  • Fugazi (1987-2002) with vocalist Ian MacKaye from Minor Threat.
  • Adolescents (1980-present) pfff, these guys are totally adults.
  • The Clash (1976-1985) “London Calling” is trying to reach you.
  • Joan Jett a fine lady that doesn’t give an inkling of care about her unfavorable reputation.
  • Plasmatics (1977-1988)
  • X-Ray Spex (1976-present) featuring the ever so awesome and PVC’s opposite, Poly Styrene.
  • Television (1973-present)
  • Bad Religion (1979-present) - note: skip “Into The Unknown”, everything else is golden

Halloween Town escapees:

  • Voltaire evil top hat wearer that was featured in an episode of Billy and Mandy’s Grim Adventures.
  • Creature Feature did you know? Edward Gorey and Danny Elfman had kids.
  • Nox Arcana creepy soundtrack for your life…or afterlife.

More freaky people:

  • Tom Waits (1949-present) the essence of a Western.
  • David Bowie (1964-present) commonly referred to as “God”.
  • Leonard Cohen (1967-present) he’s Canadian.
  • John Cale (1965-present)
  • Propaganda (1982-2005)
  • Culture Club (1982-1986) just, Boy George.
  • Nico former Velvet Underground member, German ex-model singing songs titled things like “Janitor of Lunacy” off-key.
  • The Smiths (1982-1987) Morrissey is like the Charlie Brown of British pop music: he’ll never win, and therefore is One Of Us.

POCs in Goth/post punk/alternative bands masterpost

Here’s a list of bands featuring members of color. Most are influential, others new discoveries or future freak gods. Thanks to research and helpful readers, here’s a bit of sick sound suitable for all taste buds:

Goth, dark or industrial:

  • Creature Feature - Erik X is an evil composer and organ player with a special gift for raising the dead.
  • Plastique Noir -the Brazilian band that made the song “Empty Streets” that’s just too dark to handle.
  • O. Children - contrary to popular belief, Tobi O’Kandi is not, in fact, a black reincarnation of Ian Curtis.
  • Thrill Kill Kult - sick industrial band with several poc members.
  • Glorious Din
  • Android Lust - Shikhee is Bangladeshi, and she makes some of the best industrial music ever heard.
  • She Past Away
  • 13th Moon
  • Malice Mizer and Moi Dix Mois
  • Phaidia
  • Corrupted - awesome japanese doom/sludge band that are considered super influential in the scene.
  • Light Asylum - heavy dark synth primarily. It’s really fun and the front singer HAS A MIGHTY POWER.
  • Plastic Zooms
  • Hocico
  • Crowd Pleaser
  • Angelspit

Punk, hardcore or post-hardcore:

  • Bad Brains - why most of the bands on this list even exist.
  • Death - not to be confused with the metal band of the same way. Not that you could confuse the members in any way.
  • Rough Francis - founded by the sons of David Hackney of Death.
  • Pure Hell - afropunk taken literally.
  • X-Ray Spex - Poly Styrene was the energy and feel of the band. Actually, she was just energy and feel period. Fun fact: she was also bipolar.
  • Radkey - Rad.
  • TMGE - Japanese band named “Thee Michelle Gun Elephant” or as they prefer: JAPANESE BAND NAMED “THEE MICHELLE GUN ELEPHANT”.
  • Tamar Kali - powerful musician, especially known for “Boot”.
  • The Objex - Feloney Melony’s got a wicked hawk and voice.
  • Stiffed - Santi White now performs solo as Santigold.
  • Cerebral Ballzy
  • Suicidal Tendencies
  • Midori - great jazz-punk fusion band.
  • The Redscare
  • Le Butcherettes - Mexican garage punk band.
  • Atari Teenage Riot
  • NOFX
  • Stalin
  • The Bags
  • Dev Hynes - a British musician who started out in a punk band Test Icicles then went solo as a folk/indie musician as Lightspeed Champion and now is doing an electronic/R&B thing as Blood Orange.
  • L’Arc-en-Ciel - Okay, so these guys are Japan’s other most famous export. These guys got known outside of japan for doing some major anime theme songs (Fullmetal Alchemist, Gundam 00, NANA live action movie, etc) and were the first Japanese act to headline Madison Square Garden (Japanese rock bands really like New York for some reason). Their bassist tetsuya (formally known as tetsu) gets bonus points for being one of Japan’s only out LGBT celebrities (he’s Bi).
  • Doll$Box
  • Letlive
  • The Chariot
  • Trashtalk
  • Gogol Bordello - self described as “gypsy punk”. Singer Eugene Hütz is Russian-Ukranian with Romani heritage and born with a ‘stache. Nearly crazier than Little Big and Korpiklaani combined.
  • Blackfire
  • The Bots - punk duo made of two brothers.
  • Bow Wow Wow - IIIIIII Waaaant Caaandy!!!
  • Love Equals Death
  • Ritualization - blackened death metal from Orléans, France
  • Teengenerate
  • Ten Grand
  • Letlive
  • Martin Sorrondeguy - spoke out about US based Latino issues in many of his lyrics and was involved in bands Los Crudos, Limp Wrist and Needles.
  • Ghost Town

Metal, funk/rap/reggae metal fusion or core:

  • Blasphemy - Black metal, the biggest irony on earth as Caller of the Storms remains one of the rare black musicians within the genre.
  • Babymetal - this Japanese trio is more metal than a viking woman on her period in the middle of a battlefield drinking the blood of her enemies to the sound of Immortal…for some at least.
  • Wicked Wisdom - Will Smith’s wife get a band?? Yes she Will.
  • Unlocking the Truth - these 13 year olds played in the streets of NYC before they opened for Living Colour.
  • Absolace - amazing metal from Dubai.
  • Living Colour - better than Dead Monochrome.
  • King’s X - more hard rock, but hey.
  • Bionic Jive - one of the better hip-hop/metal fusions.
  • Skindred - check out the album “Roots Rock Riot”.
  • Ego Fall - a Chinese folk metal band and also Corbac’s fave. Mixing tradition with heavier sounds.
  • Static X - Japanese guitarist Koichi Fukuda & Mexican-American bassist Tony Campos.
  • Sepultura - the founding members are all Brazilian, currently their lead singer (Derrick Green) is black. “Arise” is a massive album of pure metal awesomeness.
  • Straight Line Stitch
  • Blood Stain Child
  • Sasamaso
  • Tenger Cavalry - a folk metal band based out of Bejing who describe their style as “Mongolian folk metal”. Like this and you’d probably enjoy Ego Fall.
  • Cthonic - Taiwanese metal band who’s lead singer is also the president for the Taiwanese branch of Amnesty International.Most of their music deals with their goal of an independent Taiwan and they’re really REALLY great.
  • Myrath
  • God Forbid
  • Invasion - a stoner/psych-metal band fronted by a valkyrie space wizard out of London.
  • Vodun - like invasion, marries punk, psychedelic, and doom metal influenced instrumentals with soul influenced vocals to create a unique and original takes on doom metal.
  • Sevendust
  • Animals as Leaders - most suggested band on this list and for good reason.
  • Veil of Maya
  • Oceano
  • Body Count - Ice T’s metal band rules. It would be a little tastier with ice cubes though.
  • Hirax - pioneering thrash/speed metal band (with hardcore influences). Katon De Pena is one of the most distinctive vocalists of the then-burgeoning California metal scene. Though they never achieved the success of some of their contemporaries like Metallica or Slayer, they have long been an insiders’ favorite and cited as an influence by bands ranging from Napalm Death to Cannibal Corpse to Darkthrone.
  • Infectious Grooves
  • Melechesh - an Assyrian black metal band originating from Jerusalem whose lyrical themes include Mesopotamian mythology and occultism.
  • Iron Man - American doom metal band with PoC members.
  • Sex Machineguns - Japanese speed metal band.
  • Hibria - Brazilian power metal band.
  • Metallica - their first lead guitarist was Lloyd Grant. Here he is in their first recording.
  • Gevolt - Yiddish band from Israel.
  • The Tony Danza Tap Dance Extravaganza
  • Gridlink
  • X Japan - Probably Japan’s most famous metal export. These guys are the reason Visual Kei (basically Japan’s gothic metal scene) exists. All those flashy JRock bands wouldn’t exist without X Japan. They also recently just played a huge show at Madison Square Garden.
  • Maximum the Hormone - Also known as “the guys that did that weird opening and ending to death note”, MTH do a fantastic combination of metal, punk, and even pop. The best part about MTH is that their lyrics don’t make sense even when translated so you can just have mindless fun listening to them even if you understand Japanese.
  • Suffocation - one of the most influential death metal acts of all time. Terrance Hobbs’ incredible mastery of the guitar allowed the band to blend complex technicality into the genre without sacrificing raw brutality.
  • Versailles Philharmonic Quintet
  • Suicide Silence
  • The Crimson Armada
  • For Today
  • Glass Cloud
  • Heaven in Her Arms
  • Here comes the Kraken
  • Issues
  • Periphery
  • Reflections
  • System of a Down
  • Fear Nuttin Band
  • Year of the Dragon - founder was a member of Fishbone.
  • Dir En Grey
  • Skyharbor
  • Spineshank
  • Coal Chamber
  • Ill Niño
  • Flagitious Idiosyncrasy in Dilapidation (FID) - Formed in Tokyo. Rad ladies playing some super hard grindcore.
  • Sarcofago - Brazilian band
  • Acrassicauda - Iraqi heavy metal. There is a film called “Heavy Metal in Baghdad”, about the band. Another documentary called Global Metal, which is by the same director as Heavy Metal: A Headbanger’s Journey, is highly recommended.
  • Sigh - one of the first japanese black mack metal bands led by a fierce lady.
  • Sabbat - Japanese black/thrash.
  • Blood Stain Child - rather epic sounding Japanese metal band with contrasting vocals and instrumentals.
  • Gallhammer - female Japanese extreme metal band of doom. The wickedest chicks, definitely recommend.
  • Avulsed - Spanish death metal band.
  • Necramynth - Korean black metal.
  • Crossfaith - japanese metalcore.
  • Subrosa
  • As they Burn - deathcore band from Paris, France.
  • Wolves and Jackals - blackened thrash/death metal from Atlanta, GA.
  • Infernal Revulsion - brutal death metal from Tokyo, Japan
  • Orange Sky - from Trinidad and Tobago.
  • Monuments - it’s got saxophone and it’s awesome.
  • Ego Likeness
  • Peelander-Z - watch the videos, you’ll be happy you did.
  • For Today - if you’re into Christian metal.
  • Dream Theater - John Myung plays in the influential prog metal band with the aid of his majestic hair.

Alternative or too cool to label:

  • Bat for Lashes - Natasha Khan’s songs are ethereal.
  • Skunk Anansie - Skin is a fierce woman with a fierce voice. Also, her eyes will pierce through your soul.
  • Fishbone - literally unclassifiable: ska, punk, crazy cool…
  • Dub War - often likened to Skindred. Not because the singer has dreads or anything. Or because it’s the same guy.
  • The Slack Republic - fairly new (2005), looking forward to more.
  • Pierce the Veil - they’re really more “Punk Pop” than anything else. All members are Mexican.
  • Coheed and Cambria
  • Alice in Chains
  • Boris - japanese experimental metal band highly influential in the doom, stoner, noise rock scene.
  • Bleed the Pigs - great band with a singer who has an awesome colorful fro.
  • Motherjane
  • Jimi Hendrix - duh.
  • Asian Dub Foundation
  • BIS (Brand-New Idol Society) - considered “alternative Japanese idols”, and have done some amazing things including recruiting a new member who was rumored to be a high school girl and turned out to be Junko Koshino, a famous fashion designer who is 74 yrs old. Their song + video for MURA-MURA is excellent.
  • Go Betty Go - chicano rock, “pop punk”. Several of their songs are in Spanish.
  • Melt-Banana - Japanese noise rock band.
  • Deftones
  • Rage Against the Machine
  • TV on the Radio
  • Rain Machine
  • Bloc Party - singer is gay and black.
  • Little Dragon
  • Asobi Seksu
  • Blonde Redhead
  • The Go! Team
  • CSS
  • The English Beat
  • Kenna
  • Mono
  • One Ok Rock
  • ELLEGARDEN - JAPAN’S BEST 90s/EARLY 2000s POP PUNK ROCK EXPORT I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING. Part of what contributes to this is Takeshi Hosomi (singer/rhythm guitarist) writing ¾ of the band’s discography in perfect english. Unfortunately they went on hiatus in 2006, but that spawned two more fantastic bands: Takeshi does experimental progressive indie in the HIATUS (its the same guy I swear), and guitarist Shinichi Ubukata formedNothing’s Carved In Stone which is basically a Japanese alt. rock supergroup.
  • The Hiatus
  • Nothing’s Carved in Stone
  • Shonen Knife - you can’t talk about japanese girl rock without the literal originators of the movement/popularity. Because Kurt Cobain said he listened them, a HUGE surge of all girl bands started popping up over Japan.
  • O’Brother
  • The Pillows - alt rock band from Hokkaido.
  • Set it Off
  • The Novembers
  • Shiva En Exil
  • Guns N’ Roses - Slash.
  • (Hed) PE - (or Planet Earth) original sound described as “G-Punk”, a fusion of punk rock and gangsta rap.
  • Soundgarden
  • She Wants Revenge
  • Skip the Use - with influence from various genres and a black lead.
  • Elsiane - Formed in Montreal. Fronted by Elsieanne Caplette. Trip-hop/downtempo.
  • Fall Out Boy’s bassist Pete Wentz English/German and Afro-Jamaican.
  • Sonic Boom Six
  • Cibo Matto - real cool duo.
  • My Vitriol
  • Buck Tick
  • Wormrot - grindcore from Singapour.
  • Toe - post rock from Japan.
  • Guitar Wolf - “Jet Rock n’ roll”.
  • Gazette
  • Kanon Wakeshima
  • The Coup - Yesssss.
  • Street Sweeper Social Club
  • Merchant Ships - post hardcore.
  • The Skints - reggae/dub/punk fusion.
  • White Town - bzangy deserves WAY more recognition! You’ve probably already heard “I Could Never be Your Woman.”
  • The Mars Volta
  • Drill Queen - Born Depressed is just the greatest song.
  • Death Grips - experimental rap.
  • Grateful Dead
  • Suffrajett

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Missing (Saeyoung x MC fic) - Part 2

“We’ll take over from here. Thank you, doctor.”

You hear Jumin’s voice echo through the hospital halls.  There were a few more words exchanged between him and the doctor, but they were lost to you as their voices became more hushed and the words became more complicated than what your mind is capable of making out at the moment.

You can’t suppress your shivers even if the room was adequately heated.  Your thoughts are a jumble.  You stare blankly at the vinyl floor, your eyes idly tracing the skid marks that made a painful black contrast against the white floor.  The place smells of antiseptic; and the only sound save from the voices outside your door was the steady humming of the indoor heater.

Afterwards, you hear the steady clacking of Jumin’s leather shoes, and you can see his silhouette through the frosted glass at the door.  

Three soft knocks. “MC? I’m coming in.”

You lifted your gaze from the floor to look at Jumin.  He looks tired, you thought, suddenly feeling bad that you had to call the C&R Director at this ungodly hour. However, he’s still impeccable; his suit still crisp as the way it may have been first thing in the morning. His eyes give him away, though. His posture and demeanor may have not changed, but you can clearly see the worry in his grey eyes.

Suddenly, you feel the first wave of relief wash over you as you finally feel secure. Seeing Jumin come through the door was like grabbing on a steady anchor while your mind wildly churns with worry and emotions.  New tears threaten to flood your vision, but you try your best to keep your composure.


Tears rolled down your cheeks.  Jumin reaches both arms around you and pulls you into a loose hug.  

He held you quietly as you cried.


Jumin gently closed the door behind him, careful not to wake you up.  His expression was sullen, but in deep contemplation.

“What’s going on?” Zen abruptly stood up once Jumin closed the door.  He came running when Jaehee called him in the middle of his late-night practice, but chose to wait outside the room when he heard you sobbing through the door.  As much as he wouldn’t want to admit it, Jumin’s rationality comes best in situations like these, so he left the task to his dark haired friend.

Jumin sighs.  “MC was found struggling for dear life a few miles down the river.  She couldn’t remember any of our numbers and she just asked her rescuer to call me.”

Zen scoffs at first, then his expression changed with understanding.  He huffed, slightly smiling and visibly impressed. “Huh…who wouldn’t know C&R’s phone number in this country..? Smart girl,” he muses. “Pisses me off, but for once your influence is useful.  Did she tell you what happened?  Where’s Saeyoung?”

“Nowhere to be found.”

The two men turned to the direction of the voice, and Saeran quietly steps into the hallway to join them. He lifts and shows his smartphone’s call history to show Jaehee’s call as he walks over to the two men.  He stopped to stare at the closed door of your room, then looked at Jumin questioningly.

“Asleep. MC said they were gunned and chased.  Any clues?” Jumin was already quick to stride towards the hospital’s main hall, Zen and Saeran following behind.

Too many,” Saeran shrugged almost nonchalantly. “We have made many enemies. And the fucking cops are all over the scene, so I can’t get near to find any physical clues.  I can wait until they analyze the evidence in the lab and then hack into their database to steal the information—“

“But that would take too long, won’t it?” Zen muttered.  “We can’t let him wait any longer—who knows what’s happening to him right now.”

Jumin and Saeran stopped walking and looked over at Zen, but were quiet as the question looms over the three of them.

“There’s no point in standing around here,” Jumin said with finality.  “We need to make do with what we have.  What are our options?”

“Well,” Saeran paused for a while.  “I can call in some friends.”


A/N:  Part 2 :) sorry that nothing significant has happened yet…I just felt like I need to take time to really cultivate the story.  

Part one is here!

Part 3 is up! :)

10 Things Girls Who Have Lost Their Dads Want You To Know

To our friends, these are the things we want you to know.

1. We’re sorry.

We are sorry for being quiet every time you talk about your dad to us. We don’t mean to sound uninterested or make you feel that your happiness is unimportant to us. It’s just that when you talk about moments with your dad, it takes us back to moments with ours. Moments we wish we could relive and share with you, too. We don’t get quiet on purpose; it kind of just happens. It’s our mind’s way of protecting us from bursting out in tears.

2. Ask about our dad.

We want to share him with the world and when you ask about him, it fills our heart with so much joy to know that someone is actually interested in knowing him like we did. You’ll just have to excuse us as we talk through the tears.

3. Please don’t try to understand our heartache.

We appreciate the effort, we really do. But the truth is, unless you’ve lost a parent, you truly can’t understand.

4. Listen.

That’s the best thing you can do for us. When we have a bad day and need to talk to someone, be that someone. You don’t even have to say much, just reassure us every once in a while that you are still hearing us.

5. Please, please, please don’t take your dad for granted.

We love you and we don’t want you to feel our pain someday. Please don’t just assume he will be there for you to call tomorrow. Call him today. Right now. Don’t wait until it’s too late and then spend their rest of your life hating yourself for it.

6. Make memories.

Don’t have time? Bullshit. Make time. You always have time for the ones you love. It’s there; it just has to be utilized.

7. ALWAYS tell him you love him.

I don’t care if you two just got in a screaming fight and you feel in that moment you hate him. You don’t. I promise in a few hours you’ll realize how ridiculous it was to even think of the H word. Before you walk out that door or hang up that phone, say it.

8. Forgive us. We are broken.

Sometimes that shows a little more than usual. When our dad’s left this earth, they took pieces of our heart and soul with them. On occasion those pieces feel as though they are slowly being glued back together. But then there are the times when they feel like they are being ripped apart in shreds. This may bring out a side of us we aren’t used to. If there are times when we may not seem like our normal selves, please understand we are grieving immensely. Losing someone of such importance changes a person. We are being molded into a new place in our lives. It’s a slow process and a fragile one. Please, forgive us.

 9. We are here for you, too.

When that unfortunate day comes about when you lose one of your parents, we are here. Day or night. Rain or shine. Just call us and we’ll be there. We know all too well the pain you are enduring and we will do everything in our power to comfort you.

10. We are jealous of you.

I’m willing to admit it, and I’m sure others are, too. We are so jealous that you still have your dad in your life that we have to put the brakes on the eye rolls that are ferociously trying to take over. We don’t mean to feel this way. It seems so selfish, and in a way, it is. You have to understand, we are experiencing feelings we’ve never felt before and trying to find ways to cope.

Deep down, we are happy for you. It’s just every time we read a text or a Facebook post about how your dad made you laugh, or how he is going to walk you down the aisle at your wedding, it’s like another slap in our face. Now please understand, we don’t want you to stop sharing these beautiful moments just to appease us. In fact, we need the opposite. By you sharing moments with your dad, you are helping us come to terms with the loss of ours.

We will eventually get used to it and the feelings won’t be so evil. We will finally realize that just because we lost our dad and we are filled with sadness, doesn’t mean everyone else should be, too. The jealousy will always be there. But instead of the eye rolls, there will be a smile. A smile meant for you from our hearts. A smile that says we are thankful you aren’t experiencing our pain and you still get to make memories with the first man to have your heart.