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Damn, no one got Tanizaki

have you ever wanted to know who YOUR soulmate in bsd would be? even if you haven't, i think you should still take my quiz. nudge nudge.

31 questions and 28 results, enjoy :))

from the instagram account: @unoffical.rizvi

(I own no rights to this)

May I offer you some Amnesiac Stan in these trying times?

What if Stan’s memories came back a lot slower? Or what if he had a lot more blank spots? I just feel like we need more Amnesiac Stan art, y’know?

Do you think c!Ranboo would go blind if he cried enough?

getting pretty fuxking tired

✧༺♥༻∞ Moral Of the Story ✧༺♥༻∞

PAIRING: Kim Namjoon x Reader

SUMMARY: 'young people fall in love

With the wrong people sometimes

... Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just in pain

In the end it's better for me

That's the moral of the story'

WARNINGS: pain.. like a lot of pain. Namjoon and reader are very mature with what happened, but it still hurts nonetheless. Kissing.

Genre: bsf2l- fluff- breakup au- a lot of crying- goodbyes.

Word Count: 1.9k

Unedited but what’s new lol

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When it came to Namjoon, simplicity was the key. He didn't have particular complications, and didn't like complicating things. That's why when you first kissed him, you were sent into panic mode. Afraid of the million cons it would cause to your friendship. However Namjoon didn't care, he couldn't careless about cons, he wanted you. And that, that he was sure of.

It started out like any other relationship, shy and scared, wary of what could go wrong. But then he took you to dinner, a nice quiet restaurant that was dimly lit and with amazing food. It was a night filled with giggles and love, since there wasn't much to learn about each other, you have already passed that stage.

Then he'd take you to his favourite library, hiding yourselves in the far corner away from the rest of world as his back was against it and yours was against his chest, listening to his deep voice read you his favourite books.

It was sort of magical per say.

The way your heart would skip a beat when he'd rest his head on top of yours, kissing your hair and letting you play with his fingers while you listened to him reading. It was perfect.

Maybe too good to be true.

He'd often complain how he couldn't cook, and you'd come over to his apartment with ingredients pouring out your arms. Teaching him every dish you could possibly think off, and then you thought him how to bake. The cake thin in the shape of heart was honestly the cherry on top. He learned his cooking from you. And you learned your love for books from him.

And as some might say, it was a love made of

Poems, a love made for movies. A love so beautiful that even the sky wept the day you agreed to take some time off. Rain splattered the city desperately as you hurried away from his apartment complex, thankful that the rain covered up the fact you were crying.

The next morning was awful, waking up to your own cold apartment, the one you abandoned when your relationship blossomed. Half of your belongings were still at his place, and god only knows if you'll be getting them back. Not because namjoon was mean and wouldn't give them back, but because you weren't sure you could handle seeing him right now. Knowing that the so called break was an actual break up the moment he said 'I'll always love you'. Those four words killed you.

Striking through your body like the thunderstorm outside.

A part of you knew this would have happened, the whole idea of it was just too perfect. The connection, the love, the chemistry, the shared likings.. it was all just too perfect. You knew it.

Months passed since you have last seen Namjoon. You knew it would happen someday,

Running into him was practically unavoidable since the part of the city you lived in was pretty much small. You only wished it wasn't so soon.

He had a girl with him, a beautiful tall woman with long black hair and shiny legs. She was gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous.

Your eyes peaked into his cart, noticing the familiar ingredients to the tomato pasta you have thought him. Heart clenching at the fact he was going to cook her your favourite meal together. It hurt more when his eyes fell on yours. Staring with the same pain and grief.

You didn't think twice when you bucked it out of the store, hearing his voice behind you but you just weren't ready to face him, and it was so immature of you, but you couldn't look at him. Not because you hate him, but because he was wearing your favourite sweater, the mustard fluffy one, with the black slacks and that, that nailed you to the ground.

You weren't thinking when you ran into the library, hiding yourself in the familiar corner with your knees up to your chest and sobs muffled by his favourite Harry Potter book that was now being wetted by your tears.

You heard his knees cracking as he crouched to your level, gently taking the book from your hands as he sat beside you now, nudging you with his knee, "what you reading there huh?"

You didn't reply, not when you felt your own voice being stolen by just his proximity, "ah Harry Potter, my favourite"

You hugged your knees tighter to your chest, avoiding him at all costs even though he knew you were doing that, he was slightly hurt. He wasn't sure wether you hated him, or if you genuinely were in the same amount of pain as him. He decided to tell you what's been on his chest as you continued to hide.

"That wasn't-" he starts "that was Lexi, my cousin, she uh, she's gonna be with me, living with me for a few weeks and I thought I'd uh-" he cut himself short, a lump forming in his throat.

"Our favourite meal?" You asked, voice awfully cracking.

"Yeah, our favourite meal" he sighed, elbows on his knees as he let his hands and the book loosely relax in between his legs. "I'm sorry"

"For what Namjoon, there's nothing to be sorry about,"

"For what happened between us"

"Joon it was a mutual decision, I just needed some time that's all. You got this amazing job  offer in a whole different country and I'm still just a college student. I wouldn't live with myself if I kept you from such success"

He smiled sadly, watching as your eyes finally met his and he could feel his heart drop to his stomach the second he noticed the hollowing of your cheeks and the dark bags under your eyes.

"Y/n..." he starts, head leaning against the wall as he looked at you with hurt and guilt.

"I'm fine Joon, don't worry about me"

"Don't lie to me," he wiped your tears "I know you too well, and you know I can tell exactly when you tell a lie"

"I'll be fine, I promise"

A beat of silence followed your words, as he huffed another breath out. You looked beautiful as always, even when you looked like you have been dragged through hell and back, you still managed to look like the softest and prettiest creature alive.

"I'll be back, I promise"

You smiled softly, "don't promise something you're not sure you can keep"

" I assure you, I'll be back, and I'll be back with a ring, ready to marry you, and have beautiful life with you"

Your lips quivered and eyes filled with tears again, nodding your head as if you believed him. Even though you weren't sure you did. Because he's going to see the amazing and beautiful freedom in America, and he's going to love it, he'll fall In love with a beautiful woman and have kids and a beautiful life while you'll be just starting a job. God life was unfair.

You shoved the shining diamond in Jen's face, a smile beaming on your face as she gasped loudly, the clicking of her computer immediately stopping as she hopped right out of her seat and squealed in joy. The woman behind the reception of the library shushing her as you giggled.

"No way!"

"Yes!"

"When?"

"Yesterday over dinner"

"Aw y/n, I'm so happy for you. You found everlasting love and happiness and you're finally looking more round and plump again and I -" she began sobbing, wiping at her nose furiously.

"Aw Jen" you hugged her, running your shiny diamond finger through her hair.

"Does it look nice while you do that?"

"Yes"

She squealed again, quickly shutting up as she sat back down in her chair, explained to you for the hundredth time how she's writing this huge story on some athlete that you weren't even sure of, all while your eyes stayed locked at the same corner of the library, smiling softly to yourself.

You excused yourself away from Jen for a few minutes, going to the corner and finding the book he used to read you. You sat down, opening the book and skimming through the pages as a soft and fond smile continued to play on your lips.

"Hey," the familiar voice almost shook you to the core, eyes staying glued to the book "you haven't changed much y'know"

Your eyes found his in a hurry, watching his beautiful smile spreading on his face as you jumped from your spot and straight into his arms. He still hugged the same as before, only this time he was much more buff, and much more meaty and you loved every inch of

It.

"Hi oh my god, it's been like what two years?"

"Yeah two years" he laughed softly, pulling away from you.

"Wow, how have you been" you asked, genuinely curious.

"Good uh good" he chuckled sadly, his attention focused on the diamond ring on your finger that held the book. The slight bump of your stomach hidden by your white - cherry dress.

"Congratulations" he spoke softly, still keeping his eyes on the ring.

"Thanks Uhm" you didn't know what to say next, completely and utterly wordless.

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah"

He nodded, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his navy slacks, the silence unbearable as he looked back in your eyes sadly, looking at you with hurt and happiness at the same time.

"I'm late huh"

Your brows scrunched in confusion, not understanding what he meant, "I'm late for you. I - I should have never taken that job"

"Joon come on now.."

"I'm happy for you, I really am, I just wish I could have planned everything a little more carefully" he smiled at you again, a fake one at that.

"It took me a long time," you licked your lips, looking at the book in your hands "to move on I mean. It was painful, but Namjoon, believe me when I say you are the truest love in my life. But In this lifetime, I don't think we were meant to be. Sometimes people find true love, buts it's just the wrong time. The wrong life. Maybe in the next life we'll work. We'll find each other again and everything will go differently. I just,"

You sighed, wiping the tears away. You wanted to scream, but you just sighed again, letting your heart sink, "I just want you to know that you will always be the biggest love of my life. I will always love you"

"You're getting married Y/N, don't say that"

"I know, but even Jungkook knows it. He knows I will always love you Joon. It'll always be you"

"I love you" he smiled truly, the dimples in his cheeks showing.

"Goodbye Y/N" he started to walk away and your heart continued to sink, longing for his embrace.

"Goodbye namjoon"

A/N: I decided to write this after I listened to moral of the story and oof. Shed a Tear or whatever lol!

I hope you enjoyed!! Part 2 maybe ☕️

NO REPOSTING, EDITING, TRANSLATION OR COPYING OF ANY OF MY WORKS!

Got a bit emotional throwing out a can of cream corn today. It expired in 2012. That can of cream corn has been with my mom and I through 6 moves, two failed marriages, 2 years of extreme depression, and 4 deaths.

TLDR: I got emotional because a can of cream corn has been more consistent than any of my moms marriages.

sometimes when I go into a new DR I forget that Snape doesn’t know me as well I do him and he snaps at me for being overly friendly and it breaks my heart so much.

like IK he doesn’t know me but it still upsets me.

one time Dumbledore wanted us to talk it out but I didn’t want to so I left.

so there is one timeline where we are together and another where we are not.

me:*is in the middle of mental breakdown, eating naan bread*

Set:*pops out of nowhere* hey! can I have some!

me:*starts blubbering like a big mess*

Set:...I guess not then?

I just had a dream that I was a dog and acted very much like a dog, like all I wanted to do was be with my human and show it affection because to me it was just a cool creature, but everyone was always busy and would yell at me to go away and I all wanted was to be loved and for them to know I loved them.

now I can't help but think of the tiny heartbreak a pet feels whenever I told him to leave me be because I was busy...

Story time! ( it’s about using escapism as a coping mechanism ) ( also just kinda ending up venting )

From around the ages of 6 and up I started using escapism without knowing.

One of my most common escapes was pretending/hoping that I was part of a big royal family who would come get me and take me away from my current parents.

I liked to believe and live thinking there could be an out, someone would come looking for me one day, and I would go to an amazing life with a kind caring family. They would always love me no matter what.

Or now that I’m older I, and as much as it might seem weird, is that I pretend to sometimes be the parents I always wanted. In my backpack/lunchbox I leave the little “I love you!! ❤️ “ Notes in there for me to find. Or I make myself a chore list and then I add little note saying how proud they are of me.

My parents would never do these things. They also wouldn’t be accepting of me in any way, but I love to pretend and do things and imagine it’s them doing/saying it.

Now my parents aren’t like abusive or too neglectful, but they definitely aren’t at home a lot and don’t have time for me most of the time other then “how was your day” “hello” or “your grades are getting lower” “ just try harder”

My grandmother is kind of raising me at this point ( the amount of times I’ve called her mom is concerning ) and she acts like a way better mother figure than my mother most days.

I do however love my father very much. He does have a temper but normally not at me. We share most the same issues so we get along well!

Anyway sorry for info/ dumping have my life store on a random app full of random people who ( understandably) don’t care that much !!! Have a nice day lol

After some time Iron opened his eyes, standing and stretching, cracking his back. He felt re-energized, as he often did after his sessions. Looking around a bit a lone figure caught his eye, a tall figure off in the distance. From the looks of it, a unicorn, kneeling, maybe praying at one of the numerous headstones. Something about this figure struck him, so he began to walk.

As he got close the features began to come together, dark coat, a unique horn, this figure reminded him off somepony. As he drew closer it hit him, Obsidian. Roland had mention the Kirin some time ago. A nice fellow, ran a jewelry store. He’d done an expedition some time ago that Roland had been involved in. He moved closer and when he was near enough called out.

“Scuse me mate, don’t mean to interrupt, but you wouldn’t be Obsidian would you?” he asked, careful not to be rude. The kirin looked up, standing and rising to his full height, his slitted eyes and vibrant orange iris revealing his identity to Iron. Obsidian nodded before speaking. “I am Obsidian, and who might you be?” he asked, curious about the uniformed pony.

“Name’s Iron, I believe you know a friend of mine, stallion goes by the name Roland.” Iron explains. “He told me a bit about you and I noticed ya, figured I’d introduce myself.” he adds. Obsidian looks at him a moment before smiling a bit. “Roland, yes, he was very helpful. I believe he mentioned you, your his CO correct?”

Iron chuckles a bit, shaking his head. “Not quite, I was his superior when he still served with the bureau, but he’s a free agent now. I do hope he didn’t say anything to bad about me.” he continues. Obsidian smiles and shakes his head. “No no, nothing bad, though he did mention you drinking him under the table.” he says, smiling more. “It’s a pleasure to meet you either way Iron Hooves.” Obsidian says, offering a hand.

Iron takes it, grasping firmly, delivering a hearty, friendly shake. “Nice to meet you, just call me Iron.” he states. The kirin nods. “Might I ask, to what do I owe the pleasure Iron?” Obsidian asks, curious about the circumstances of their meeting.

Iron sighs. “Visiting family, needed to think, find answers, and they help me clear my mind.” he explains. Obsidian seems to understand and nods. “I know the feeling.” he says, motioning to the headstone, “My grandmother. I visit often, so I never forget her, or the wonderful times we had.” he says, a hint of nostalgia sneaking into his voice. “And then there are my friends, the ones who’ve passed.” he adds, motioning to another area.

Iron nods in understanding. “Know that feeling, ya stop by, pay’em a visit, fill’em in on current events.” he says with a slight chuckle. “Well, it was a pleasure meeting ya Obsidian, if ya ever need anything, the Bureau is here to help. And whaddya say we get together sometime, get a drink. My treat.” Iron suggests, smiling. Obsidian smiles and nods. “It would be my pleasure sir, and I hope you find the answers you seek.” Obsidian muses, shaking Iron’s had once more before Iron trots off.

As Iron walks through the cemetery he thinks about the encounter and smiles. “Guess this day wasn’t all bad after all.” he thinks, smiling as he heads home in higher spirits.

Quarantine has opened many doors in my life but I fear that I need to close them cuz if not, my parents will send me to therapy

Oh little knight

couldn't withstand the horrors of the fight

Oh little knight

Along with her sword and shield fell her might

Oh little knight

In this cold and lonely night

She ran back crying to her dad

i literally wouldn't be the same person i am today without having been introduced to lana del rey 3 years ago