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jamiewintons · 2 years

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hello my fav thomas thorne writer <3 i was wondering if you could write a fic, where f reader died at button house in this modern generation tho, she and Thomas have a really cute friendship, like she shows him how the worlds developed and she had her phone on her when she died, so goes on it together with him and he's so fascinated ect. they clearly like each other so maybe a confession? and reader is very touchy - im sorry for rambling THOMAS IS TOO PRECIOUS I LUV HIM 😭 also i love reading ur fics, ur so talented and deserve so much for the thomas content u provide , much appreciated 😞💗

Oh my gosh, anon, you are so sweet!!! I'm so happy that you enjoy my writing and that I'm your favourite Thomas writer! You have no idea what that means to me! And don't worry, rambling about Thomas is my favourite past time 💗

This was such an adorable idea, so I was more than happy to write it for you. I hope you enjoy it!!!

You and Thomas were close, and had been ever since your death, about a year and a half ago. He had been the first ghost you met, the one who explained to you what had happened and what you were now.

He was so sweet and polite towards you, making sure you were alright and always being there when you needed somebody to talk to. It wasn’t long before you considered him a good friend, telling off anyone when they made fun of him, while he in turn would chastise Julian whenever he made an inappropriate comment towards you, Fanny when she scolded you for supposedly unladylike behaviour.

Today you were doing what you often did, sitting in the library with Thomas, watching something on your phone. You had been lucky enough to die holding your phone, which had seemed to ascend to ghosthood alongside you.

Amazingly it still worked, and so it gave you and your fellow ghosts a connection to the world of the living without having to bother Alison constantly. Thomas could use it to write his poems so he didn’t have to always remember them off the top of his head, and there was even a couple of weeks where you’d accidentally gotten Kitty and Pat addicted to Pokemon Go. Of course, you were careful to ensure that Julian was never allowed to use the phone without supervision because you didn’t need to be mentally scarred by his Google searches again.

But it was especially nice to be able to share things with Thomas. You could show him all of your favourite music, films, and television shows from when you were alive. Who knew that your Netflix subscription would continue working after your death? He’d even been able to find some new interests of his own – the week after he discovered the music of Taylor Swift was certainly an emotional time for him – and you could update him on anything he wanted to know about how the world had changed since he was alive.

The episode of the current show you’d been binging ends, and you sigh, resting your head on Thomas’ shoulder. He tries not to freeze up. You had always been very physically affectionate, and he should be been used to it by now, but he never fails to end up incredibly flustered. Of course Thomas doesn't dislike the contact, that couldn’t be further from the truth, honestly it was the thing he looked forward to the most when he woke up every morning, and the last thought on his mind as he fell asleep every night.

He had come to love you dearly since the two of you had met, and strangely it had taken him a long time to realise it. When you had died, he’d still been pining over Alison, but gradually all of his thoughts started to become about you. How he longed to tell you his feelings, but what if you did not feel the same way? Would suddenly revealing romantic feelings hurt your friendship? In any case, he wished to confess his feelings to you through his poetry, and he’d been working on a particular poem for a while now. Perhaps he would eventually work up the courage to read it for you.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Thomas asks, when the shock of you being so close to him had worn off, and he's finally able to speak again. You open your eyes and gaze up at him from where your head is resting, and he is nearly struck speechless again by your beauty,

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit tired. You don’t mind, do you? You’re actually really comfortable.” You sigh contentedly, and Thomas has to stop himself from launching into some dramatic speech about how there is no place that he’d rather you’d be than by his side.

“I am always glad to be of help to you, but surely you would be more comfortable on your bed?” he suggests, despite the fact that he’d love for you to stay there forever. “And perhaps you would allow me to borrow the telephone, I have a few ideas for a poem I have been working on and I would very much like to make a note of them before I forget.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you admit, waiting a few more seconds before you stand up, yawning and stretching for a moment before placing the phone in Thomas’ hand. “Just make sure to bring it back, okay? We don’t want Julian getting his hands on it again.”

“Indeed.”

You smile sleepily at Thomas, giving him a little wave before turning to leave the library. He simply sits there for a moment, thinking about you resting against him before getting to work on his poem. You certainly had a way of inspiring him without even realising it.

You only intended to take a little nap, but you ended up sleeping for a few hours, as it's dark outside already when you open your eyes. Thomas had left your phone on your bedside table like he said he would, and you reach out to pick it up and check the time.

It’s nearly seven pm. It would probably be best for you to get up now, otherwise you were going to be awake all night and end up exhausted tomorrow. Though, if it gives you an excuse to rest your head against Thomas again, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad? Maybe if you rested your head in his lap next time he’d finally get the hint that you were in love with him.

You unlock the phone to check something, and notice that Thomas had left the notes app open again. Sure, it didn’t really matter since the phone could never run out of charge, you suppose, but you still prefer to close apps when you are no longer using them. Probably just a habit from when you were alive.

As you’re about to shut the app down, something catches your eye in the note that Thomas had left open. It was a poem, seemingly a work in progress, but there at the very top was your name. You knew it was wrong, Thomas’ work should be his own business unless he decided to share it with you, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You felt a little bit giddy, he’d written a poem about you!

Thomas’ words were the most beautiful, romantic things you had ever read in your life, or death. A lot of the poems that he’d shown you had been a little bit silly – you’d still found them adorable though – but this was truly a work of art. As he writes about how he longs to tell you how he feels for you but cannot find the courage, tears start welling up in your eyes. He’s worried that you don’t love him back and that his feelings will scare you off. All you want to do is run out and find him so you can confess that you love him too, but then he’d know that you’d been reading his private things and he might get upset.

Nevertheless, you end up reading the poem a few more times, still just as emotionally affected as the first time. You’re so distracted that you don’t even notice someone walk into the room, tears streaming down your face as you stare at your phone.

“Oh my, Y/N, is something the matter?” Thomas asks, concerned, and you’re so startled that the phone slips from your hands. You scramble to try and catch it but fail, and it ends up falling on the ground. “Allow me to apologise, I did not mean to frighten you so.”

Ever the gentleman, Thomas bends down and picks up the phone for you, but you notice his expression change as he catches a glimpse of what you had been reading.

“This is…”

You look up at him with wide eyes, frightened that he’d be angry at you, but find that his expression carries much the same emotion as your own.

“Please excuse me, I… I must go.” Thomas turns and rushes out of the room before you even have a moment to react. As quickly as you can you follow him into the hallway, but by the time you get there he’s already gone.

“Shit…” you mumble to yourself, wondering where he could have run off to. Why couldn’t you have just shut off the phone and not looked at the poem? Sure, you wouldn’t know the truth of Thomas’ feelings for you, but he also wouldn’t be so upset.

You set off to look for him, checking all of his usual spots – the library, his bedroom, the attic – though all of them were empty. You hear the voices of the other ghosts, asking you what’s wrong, but you brush them aside. You’d apologise to them later, you needed to apologise to Thomas first.

You wracked your brain for a few minutes trying to think of where else he might be, until you finally thought of something. In the poem he had spoken of the moment he first met you, just after your death, while he was on a walk by the lake…

Well, it was worth a try, wasn’t it? It’s not like he could have left the grounds, so there was only a limited amount of places he could be.

Surely enough, you went out to the lake, and saw Thomas sitting there in the grass, gazing out towards the water. His knees were drawn up against his chest, his head resting in his hands. Your phone was sitting on the ground beside him.

“Hey, Thomas,” you say quietly, not wanting to startle him, as you sit down next to him. “It took me a bit to find you, you weren’t in any of the usual places…”

“I required some time to think,” he tells you, still looking out at the lake and not at you. It’s hard to tell, with how dark it is outside, but you think that he might have been crying. Poor thing, you really hadn’t meant to upset him.

“You know, you ran off before I got to tell you what I thought about your poem.” That certainly gets his attention, and he looks over to you, you can see the fear in his eyes.

“You needn’t say anything. I know that it was foolish, amateurish work, unfit to be read by anyone’s eyes, especially yours.” Thomas buries his head in his hands again, clearly very broken up by this whole situation. “I had so much more that I needed to say, to fully convey the depth of my feelings for you, but I–”

“Thomas, you said everything that you needed to say.” You move closer to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. Thomas’ hands come away from his face, and his gaze is transfixed by your own hand. “I’ve never read anything so sweet and romantic before, and it was all for me. I kept reading it over and over, I had no idea you felt that way about me. The way I feel about you.”

Thomas squeaks, unable to form any words at this point. God, he’s so adorable.

“Will you promise to read it to me sometime? I think I would like it a thousand times more if you did.”

“I… I only wish that I had known that you felt that way, Y/N…” He finally looks you in the eye, his brows furrowed in a way that makes it seem like he might start crying again. “I am afraid it is too late. I disposed of the poem.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I know how to get it back.” You pick up your phone, press the screen a few times, and then hold it up towards Thomas. The poem he had spent so long working on only to delete on an emotional whim was back as if he had never lost it.

“Amazing,” Thomas says, looking at you in awe, like you had performed some kind of magic. You grin at him, and he can’t help but smile back. He loves you so much that at this moment, he cannot sort through all of the emotions rushing through him to put them into words. Maybe it were best to stay silent for now, so he didn't say anything foolish.

As you had earlier that day, you rest your head on Thomas’ shoulder, and to his surprise, he feels even happier than when you had done the same thing before. Knowing that you love him, and wish to be close to him as well.

“Hey Thomas? You know… it’s a bit cold out here. Maybe I’d warm up if you put your arm around me?” You suggest, after you’d spent a few moments just enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence.

Thomas tilts his head to the side so it’s resting on top of your own, and you giggle softly. “We’re ghosts, Y/N, we cannot feel the cold.”

“I know that. I’m just trying to sneakily hint that I want you to put your arm around me.” And of course, Thomas is more than happy to do so. “I love you, Thomas.”

Thomas makes that squeaking noise again, so surprised to actually hear the words coming from your mouth, even if he already knows how you feel. “I… I love you too, my dear.”

The two of you end up staying there until you’re too tired to get up and return inside, and fall asleep in each other's arms, curled up together on the grass. When the others come searching for you the next morning, they smile at the sight of you, just looking so happy and content there.

“You owe me ten,” Robin says with a smirk, elbowing an irritated Julian in the ribs.

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teentitwns · 3 years

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soooo, as you know i wrote some bbrae fanfictions and, this one, especifically, called “all you had to do was stay” (yes, taylor swift’s song) was published in 2017 but i deleted after sometime because im little lazy and the history always seems easily in my mind.

anyway! i decided to rewrite this fanfiction and the first chapter is already posted on the brazilian website that i use (spirit fanfics), so why not put in here too?

please, remember that im brazilian and my english is a little broken - sorry for the mistakes you’ll find on the text.

well, thats it. im really nervous right now and insecure. i hope you like it and, maybe, i can post the fanfiction on ao3 or another website.

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The protective dome around Raven was totally useless and, like her friends, she knew it.

She was there, standing in the middle of the contraption built by Cyborg, with all her vital signs being recorded on the computers that occupied a large part of the room, beeping together with the devices that showed her brain waves.

Everything had been perfectly assembled and positioned so that she had the best protection that anyone could have in the face of what was about to happen, but all those technological tools made her feel like a laboratory rat, studied in vain to discover that in the end the experience had gone wrong again.

She sighed loudly and propped her elbows on her knees, resting her face in one hand; she no longer cared about floating.

She felt physically and mentally drained to use her powers in something as unnecessary as floating, and she didn't need to be inches from the ground at that moment.

In fact, it was better to have contact with the earth, with the concrete floor. At least she would be sure that she was still alive, that the world was fine and whole.

Raven let out a loud snort and huffed impatiently, her eyes roaming the room until they found the door, waiting, miraculously, for one of the other Titans to enter. She had been inside that dome for hours and she couldn't take it anymore - loneliness was good when chosen willingly, not out of obligation.

To her despair, in addition to the blatant private prison that was happening there, the kidnapping, or anything else of that level, the situation made terrible flashbacks go through her head, making her remember Slade, the brand of Scath , the end of the world and, consequently, Trigon.

Why did everything have to be so similar? It seemed that karma was acting exactly the same as it had on her sixteenth birthday, creating a tedious and scary looping. She never considered herself a fan of automatic repetitions anyway.

Unconsciously, she took her left hand into the pocket of her midnight blue cloak in hopes of finding a specific object inside it, but this time, she had no lucky coin to cling to and consider as an amulet. She was alone, forgotten, practically left to die, just as she should have been two years ago, on the fateful day when Trigon’s Prophecy almost came true.

The empath, a “witch” as many called her, allowed herself to laugh with mockery. She hated feeling sorry for her own tragic life, but she couldn't escape the pitiful thoughts she was having. She probably didn't think differently from what her friends had in mind - she was just a poor girl, victim of circumstances, who was not to blame for being the fruit of the forbidden, unhealthy relationship between a human and an interdimensional demon. She was not to blame for being “Daddy's darling”, the one chosen to bring him to Earth for the second time, since she was a poorly raised daughter and prevented him the first time.

Now, at eighteen, she wouldn't be as lucky as she was at sixteen.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos… Azarath Metrion Zinthos…”, she closed her eyes and started to meditate, with nothing else to do. “Azarath Metrion Zinthos…”

“Raven!"

She opened her eyes with a start, facing Beast Boy. Awkwardly, he spread his hands on the thick glass of the dome, breathing heavily.

“Great.", She thought. “Of all the people that Robin could send, he chose the most restless."

" What are you doing here?", she asked.

“Dude, isn't it obvious? We’re doing it wrong! ”, Beast Boy waved his hands compulsively. “I mean, it's your father! There is no one better to stop him than you!”

“If I leave here it will be easier to get to Earth."

“I really don't want to be pessimistic, but he's already here, mama."

“Beast Boy..."

“It worked last time, didn't it? What good will it do you to be stuck in that dome? The world will end anyway!”

“Weren't you the one who was upbeat until two seconds ago?"

“I still am!"

“Does Robin know you're here?"

“…yes."

“I don’t believe that."

“Of course I told him,", the shapeshifter scratched the back of his head, causing his newly acquired muscles to start filling his uniform to appear. “I just don't know if he paid attention.”, He gave a nervous smile.

“It doesn't count as a warning."

“Have you never been told that what counts is the intention?"

Raven rolled her eyes and uncrossed her legs, standing up. She walked over to where Beast Boy was, touching the dome with her fingertips. He smiled broadly, running to the nearest computer and typing in the code that would free her.

When the dome barriers disappeared, Raven adjusted the hood on her head, thinking about the possibilities that surrounded her. Beast Boy was right, after all. Trigon was already on Earth, like the first time, and she would not be of much help if she were trapped, safe and sound, while her friends killed themselves to save the world.

“I knew you'd be up for it!" He celebrated, approaching her.

“It wasn't your worst idea."

“I'm smart, you underestimate me too much."

“I must have my reasons for that, right?

“Taking into account my discussions about tofu being the best food in the world can’t be considered as a reason.”

“No?”

“We all have our childish moments.”

“And you have your adult moments.”, she said.

“Nothing for having released you, I’m at your service.

“Where are they?”

“Downtown.”

“Excellent.”

“Raven”, Beast Boy called her when she started to leave. “Are you ready to go?”

“You don’t?”

“It's just… You have nothing to bring you luck.”

“I don't believe in luck.”, she lied, ignoring the thought that she had been wishing for a lucky charm a few minutes ago.

“Why not?”

“I make my own luck.”

“But it's always good to have help, isn't it?”

“Come on, Beast Boy.”

He shook his head negatively and approached her, holding her arm firmly and preventing her from getting away. The difference in height between them remained almost nil, with Raven looking a little taller from a distance because of the hood.

She frowned and looked at him without understanding, trying to pull her arm out of his grip, uncomfortable with the position they were in.

“It's just…”, Beast Boy started to speak. “I shouldn't be here and I know it. You are always so focused and correct that you even embarrass me for acting that way, but, last time, you had the coin I gave you and we won.

“I don’t know where it is.”, Raven lied, lowering her head to hide the blush on her cheeks. Some of her emotions were manifested in Nevermore, reminding her of the small passion she held for him. Passion, that, that she was sure that she would never be reciprocated. He was not a philanderer, he had never dated anyone after Terra, but he was not unaware of love affairs like her. She had a little more experience, even though she was also small. “We can't keep others waiting.”

“I can't let you go without an amulet.”

“There is no such thing as luck, Beast Boy! How many times have I told you that we need to run after what we want?”

“Many.”

“And none of them fixed on your brain?”

“Apparently no.”

“I should have imagined.”

“Why can't you give me a credit?”

“You are acting like a child who believes in Santa Claus.”

“And you're being cruel to me.”, he complained. “I thought you stopped that a while ago.”

“I stopped. Are we going to battle or not?”, Raven asked impatiently. “The world is about to end!”

“I know!”

“Then let me go!”

“I can't let you leave here without an amulet!”

“So give me this shit!”

Raven's words echoed around the room, and Beast Boy smirked, as if he had been waiting for this ever since they started arguing.

Such nonsense fights and quick discussions were not new to them, who were used to being awkward a few times a day, always for stupid reasons. However, that time, the shapeshifter had a purpose and, knowing that Raven would play the game, he put his idea into practice, which ended up working very well, thank you.

Raven shook her head and shrugged, silently asking if he wouldn't give her anything. She was waiting for a frog charm or other coin, but all she received was a warm kiss on the mouth, which made her blow up the nearest computer monitor.

The touch of Beast Boy's lips on his made her close her eyes instantly, her body and mind embracing the fact that she wanted that kiss - she had even been waiting for him for a long time, having fantasized the moment several times in the stillness of his. room.

On the other hand, Beast Boy didn't explode at all, but he felt his whole body vibrating. Her cheeks were as flushed as Raven’s, and it had taken him a long time to have the courage to kiss her.

The kiss could not be considered "worthy of a movie" because the two were too tense to give themselves up completely. They did not know where to put their hands and neither should they do it; A light in their heads blinked incessantly, reminding them that the world was ending while they were kissing, and billions of people were at risk.

It could be considered an ordinary kiss, but for Raven and Beast Boy, it meant much more than that.

They separate after a few seconds, unable to exchange a direct look. Beast Boy cleared his throat and Raven clung more tightly to her cloak, almost disappearing inside it.

“Raven”, Beast Boy smiled, making her look him in the eye quickly. Without breaking eye contact, he simply stuck a five-cent coin in her hand. Like old times. “Good luck.”

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ok, i had no idea that the text would lose the diagramming!!! i wrote this on my iphone notes, sorryyyy

#teentitwns #bbrae #bbrae fanfiction #raven #beast boy #fanfiction

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luvdsc · 3 years

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hi miss cat! so i just recently read ur fic “august” and it was so heartbreakingly beautiful btw :”) you have such an amazing gift for writing and i hope you continue cus you’re touching a lot of people with the words and scenarios you create,, and the way i just resonate with each character especially y/n?? WOW.

august is also such a memorable and nostalgic month for me cus i met this guy (we don’t communicate anymore tho). we met thru a similar group of mutual friends at a get-together. he lived cities away from me so we usually just communicate via text or online. there wasn’t a label or anything but we would talk for days end. like it was we were “together” but not really “together” JADHHSJAAJ sometimes i would even wait and stay up late at night for him just so we could talk and he would do vice versa as well.

we met during august and i confessed to him later during Christmas Eve. turns out,, the feelings were mutual but it felt weird at the same time?? like usually we feel giddy and happy even but somehow it felt odd?? like in the back of my mind i kinda knew that this was probably gonna be the end and turns out i was right.

after our confession, we didn’t talk for awhile. at first i thought he was just busy so i just waited for him, while waiting, i would constantly message him everyday and update him on what’s been going on with me. i got to the point where i was just desperate like it was okay if he didn’t reply, just at least a “read” to all of my messages would be enough for me. so i rlly related to y/n so much in the fic :”) (btw i’m listening to august by taylor swift as i’m typing this so i’m kinda in my feels rn LMAO)

after 1737271 years, he FINALLY read them and then he blocked me in all of his socials??? LIEK?? OKAY DOUCHE?! then i heard from his friends that he deactivated after for awhile,,, and then when he came back and reactivated, i was able to messaged him again and i was just fed up and completely hurt and confused and asked him why did he block me and just ghosted me for months after everything.

GUESS WHO REPLIED?? HIS GIRLFRIEND?? I DIDNT KNOW HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND,, AND EVEN HIS FRIENDS DIDNT TELL ME ANYTHING, NOR WAS IT SPECIFIED IN HIS SOCIALS?? SO NOT ONLY AM I HURT BUT I FEL DISGUSTED WITH MYSELF?? like i would never try to ruin a relationship :// it was all just so messy.

turns out when i met him during august he was already dating someone, and during December when i confessed to him, it was also the same month of their 1st year anniversary. basically i just wanted to bury myself alive and drown in my tears at this point. it was the first time i was ever so invested in someone but in the end it felt like shit :// he was my “almost” which hurt the most cus he wasn’t technically mine? FOR GODS SAKE ALL THIS TIME I WAS THE SIDE HOE WITHOUT ME EVEN KNOWING LIKE HELL NAW IM OVER THIS😫😤🤢

we chatted a few weeks after, and surprisingly he initiated the conversation as if nothing had happened? he noticed i was being distant and cold and he was like “are u mad at me” nO I JUST RLY WANT TO PUNCH U OFF TO THE NEXT HEMISPHERE CUS YOURE SUCH A DOUCHE!!! and then he was like “i’m sorry, although I don’t really know what i should say sorry for, but yea i’m sorry” the fact that he didn’t see the reason/purpose as to why he should say sorry just makes his apology all the more meaningless 😪🤧

after that we just started fighting and that was the last time we ever talked to each other. i blocked his number and all his social media accounts, i even unfriended our mutual “friends” since i just wanted to cut everything and everyone related and connected to him completely.

but now i’m okay:D looking back, he wasn’t even worth it. it’s just a shame that he was the first person i invested all my love and time to, despite all the distance and uncertainty, that’s what i regret the most. it was also hard cus although i didn’t know about his relationship with his girlfriend i felt disgusted and ashamed of myself for awhile. like the ghosting did hurt but him blatantly lying and flirting with me despite being in a committed relationship hurt worse i can’t even imagine what his gf feels ohgod.

i’m sorry this is so long. but like i said earlier, you really have such a gift for writing and i hope that life offers you lots and lots of colorful, beautiful and fun moments in your life, like how it is in all your stories! hehe ❤️💫✨💐💐 stay safe miss cat and i’m wishing u all the best <3

hi, honey bee !! 💓 omg thank you so much for reading august and saying such nice things about it 🥺🥺💟 and you’re so sweet klashaskfdlj i’m gonna cry, thank you for complimenting my writing 😭💗💗 it makes me really happy to know that my stories can make you feel this way and that you can put yourself in yn’s shoes :’)

oh god... reading what happened to you, i’m so so sorry that you wasted your time on such a d!ck /: he sounds absolutely disgusting, and the fact that he can’t even see where he went wrong??? also how his friends didn’t say anything?? jfc cheating is the one thing that makes me the most upset, like.... why would he do that???? if you wanna hook up with someone, break up with your s/o first. it’s a douche move, sure, but it’s the worst to cheat. you’re breaking your s/o at that point ): i’ve unfortunately seen both sides of this because of my friends, and god, i’ve seen the strongest girls get broken down because their trust is broken and they think it’s their fault and it’s just so so painful. i’m so sorry you had to go through this, lovebug ):

good on you for cutting off your mutual friends and everything associated with him. you don’t need that in your life, and i’m really happy that you’re doing okay and thriving now, sweetpea 🌸 i’m sorry that he was your first relationship ): i hope that, if you choose to try again, the next person knows how lucky they are to have you 🤍 you should not be disgusted nor ashamed of yourself, angel ): he’s the one who should be feeling those things. you didn’t know, and it’s not your fault. he hurt you and his gf, and that’s on him. (and i hope his gf dumped his sorry @ss)

and it’s okay, lovebug, you don’t have to apologize! 💞 thank you for wanting to share your thoughts and feelings after reading august 🥺💕 and thank you so so sooo much 😭💛 all my stories are based heavily on my life, so i’d say that life has indeed offered me tons of colorful and beautiful and fun moments :’) fingers crossed that i continue to receive more tho!!!! and i hope for the same for you, honey bee !!! i hope life treats you kindly and only good things come your way 🌼🌼 thank you again, lovebug, and i hope you’re staying safe and happy, and i’m sending you all my love and support 🌷🌷🌷✨

#asks #anonymous #flowers #fic: august

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killerqueenhetfield · 4 years

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It’s the last day of 2019

To everyone I’ve met, thank you so much. I’ve been on tumblr for a little bit now and I’ve been through a lot since I’ve been in here.

A lot has happened to me in the past few years.

I’ve been in the Supernatural fandom about 5 years. The cast and the fandom inspires me. Even though there’s half a season left and there are toxic traits about this fandom, Supernatural has been with me through so fucking much. I’ve created fan art and *kinda shamefully* created fanfiction of Supernatural. Supernatural has helped me. It gave me friends, good interactions with some people, and at one point in the past, something to live for. It helps me keep myself in a home in my phone where I belong and feel somewhat accepted.

The Queen/Borhap fandom. Oh boy. I’ve been a fan of Queen for a bit and listened to their legendary song a for years. But ever since Bohemian Rhapsody (the film) came out a little over a year ago, I’ve been obsessed. My heart glows and I’ve realized that I can be myself. With the Borhap fandom slowly dying after the hype of the movie and award season, I can still find a home. I’ve learned so much about myself because of the band. Each of the band mates and cast inspire different parts of me. feel a different part of me accepted.

The Marvel fandom has been the fandom where I can relax in. I am able to be peaceful. I don’t have more than two ibf’s who are as crazy about Marvel as I am, but this fandom still is the bitch. I am so so so thankful.

Panic! At The Disco. That shit really hits different. Brendon Urie has been such an inspiration in my life. He has taught me so many things that I can’t list all in one post. He is one of the few people that I look up to and just think...wow...this person accepts me. P!ATD’s music has been with me for a good bit. It makes me feel so good inside. I can’t believe I can look up to Brendon Urie. Such a wonderful human being. I can relate to him in a way. I can finally look up to someone like him. Like me in a way.

Oh god, Taylor Swift. My baby, my lover. I think I’ve been a swiftie since before I was ten years old. I love her so much. And to see her thriving makes me so happy. Being able to be alive to hear every single album of hers is so fucking amazing. She has come so fucking far and im so proud to be her fan. She is another person I can look up to, like Brendon. I feel support and the love.

The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit. I was eight years old. I was eight when I say the Lord of the Rings and I went to the theatres with my dad when The Hobbit movies came out. I’ve read all the books. The Lord of the Rings trilogy twice. And geez, I can’t tell you enough, LOTR and The Hobbit is the reason for my creativity and imagination. I miss my little eight year old, happy-go-lucky self. I want to tell that little girl that she can do anything. That she can go on adventures and be proud of herself.

There are so many other fandoms I’ve been involved in. I’m crying now. I guess that’s what I get now. If you are reading this, thank you. And thank you again for reading through grammar errors.

I really want to tell five year old me that it’s okay to play sports, unlike the other girls in my grade.

I really want to tell 8 year old me to keep playing and have that amazing imagination. I need that. I need to keep going.

I want to tell 9 year old me to keep being stubborn. Be that fucking young and weird kid.

I REALLY want to tell ten year old me that it’s going to be alright. It’s a new school. Calm down.

I want to tell eleven year old me that it’s just your first period. It’s okay to impress people.

I want to tell twelve year old me it’s okay to figure out things about myself this early. It’s okay to cry. Tell someone. Tell someone.

Dear my early teenage years. You are powerful. You lost and gained so many things. Be who you are.

I just wished I told someone.

I want to tell myself it’s going to be okay.

I have a dog. She is so good. I love her so much.

I have a few close friends that I love. They are good to me and I’ll die for them. I have to love for them at the same time.

I want to go to a good college. I want to open that college acceptance letter. That one letter, you know? To make myself proud. I want to be proud of myself and instead of making other people proud or happy. I want to make something of myself in this new decade. I want to be healthy and free.

#supernatural #bohemain rhapsody #rant #ranting #panic at the disco #brendon urie #taylor swift #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #queen #queen band #my writing #marvel #the avengers

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overdramaticandtrue · 5 years

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im watching a video about how the universe will end and i just cannot imagine living during a time that taylor swift doesnt exist. im so lucky to be alive at the same time as her

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meaningtotellyou · 6 years

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it's kinda crazy that it's like 2018 and taylor is HERE. like in 2158 people will look back to right now and they'll be like "how i wish i was alive when taylor swift was" you know. like she'll go down in history as someone who changed and influenced music and the industry, you know? like the beatles and michael jackson and all the icons of music. she's so legendary in an absolutely non ironic way? i'm just so emotional right now don't mind me

IT’S SO WEIRD TO THINK ABOUT THIS because she’s done some huge things and broken some huge records and just innovated so much stuff that’ll definitely leave her as a legend forever and like.. we get to live at the same time as her? the same time as her PRIME? one day her music is gonna be considered ~oldies~ and just ~2000s pop~ and that’s so crazy to think about??? like i already see Love Story being put in throwback playlists and im like wHAT YEAR IS IT?!?!?! but no like… taylor truly is a legend and will go down in history forever and we’re lucky enough to be alive at the same time as her and it still blows my mind whenever i think about it like right now

#anon #ask

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anothayoongitrash · 7 years

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Merry Go Round // Min Yoongi

My first fanfiction! Hope u guys like it. Any comments and advices are welcome :) enjoy!

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Total words: 1510

PART 1

PART 1 | PART 2

“AAAAHHH AT THE LAST. IM HEREE!” you screamed as soon as your feet brought you outside Brisbane Airport. Aah, it’s nice, isn’t it? Going holiday on your own, without having to worry about money and who will you meet here. Just you and yourself. Your phone vibrated. It’s the uber. The driver was already in the parking lot waiting for you. You quickly pulled your suitcase and tighten your grip on your hand bag. Squeee! The adventure will soon begin!

The uber successfully brought you the hotel within 10 mins after you cheerfully told the driver that you are running away from your home and trying to have an adventure in here alone. Quite dumb for a girl that is clumsily wandering around someone’s country without friend or family, but you can’t help it. Your heart flattered like it’s going to explode any time.

“Hello! May I help you?” The receptionist greets you warmly. You smile back at her

“Hi! I booked a room here.” You hand in the booking information to her. The receptionist clicking this and that on her computer, then giving you the room key and smile at you. Again.

“Your room is number 1709 at level 12. Enjoy your holiday in Brisbane!” After a thank you and little grin, you walk away and walk in to the lift while checking your phone. 189 messages unread. You chuckled. Some of the messages are from your friends that are asking about your crazy idea, and 70 messages are from your mom. Well, duh.

You texted a reply to your mom, saying that you arrived at Brisbane safely and that you will call her soon. Yeah, soon. After your father has calmed down. He must be very angry right now. You’re imagining your father nagging by himself on your parents’ room with red face and blood veins appeared in neck and hands. You chuckled again.

TING! The lift had arrived at level 12. You came out of the lift and quickly dropped your jaw. The hotel’s design is so pretty! “Ah, I could stay here forever” you cried. The next minute, you already took out your phone and start taking pictures of the hotel interior and post it on your Instagram story.

“Hyung! Don’t walk too fast! Everyone is still behind!” Someone shouted.

“Ah! I don’t care! I just want to lay in my bed ASAP” Someone answered.

You turn your head to see who were talking, but you see nothing. You pouted. Why, in the world, are there another Koreans in here?! The main point why you decided Brisbane as your runaway destination is because there will be more foreigners and English. Not another Korean language! You pinch your cheeks and trying your best to smile. It’s okay. You can just ignore them and try talking to the receptionist, or the bellboy, whatever. As long as the convo is on English.

“1707, 1708, 1709… Found it!” You open the door and screamed as soon as you saw the room. Seung Mi was really reliable on choosing the hotel room. You can clearly see the entire Brisbane city from the window. Don’t forget the Brisbane river that looks so pretty from up here. You opened your suitcase and put out some clothes in the cupboard.

“O-K-A-Y! First destination is Queensland Art Gallery and Gallery of Modern art!” You checked your uber notification, saying that the driver will arrive around 50 mins and read the schedule that Seung Mi has planned for you. Yeah, you really bad at planning things. You turn your head to the kitchen where sachets of coffee, tea, and sugar are neatly placed.

“But first, coffee” you grinning. Because of your father, you love coffee so much, all kinds of coffee. Ah, you suddenly miss your father. You scoff. Already?

The sound of the kettle wakes you up from a quick flashback with your father. When the coffee is done, you sit on the couch that is facing the window and press the play button on your phone. Dear John by Taylor Swift slowly take over the faint sound of carn honking.

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“JUNG JIYOUNG! PICK UP YOUR PHONE!”

You jumped from the couch. That was your father’s scream, yes, you used it as your ringtone when he calls you. Aw, your butt is hurting. You cursed at your phone, mumbling that you really have to change your ringtone soon or else something shameful will happen. You sit back again in the couch. It’s dark already.

Wait, dark?

You check your phone. You got one miscall from Dad and it’s 7.20 pm right now. And there is a text from the uber driver, saying that he already in the main gate since 6.

Oh, shit.

You quickly grab your shoes while wearing your white ankle socks. You wear your peach bomber jacket, black hand bag and wear a black mouth mask in the top of your head, another habit. You were running through the hotel corridor and just realized that you still holding your shoes instead of wearing it. You stopped and wearing your shoes.

“Is anyone else wants to go down?” Someone asked from inside the lift.

“AH! Wait for me!” You run to the lift. It was half closed when you jump inside. You tried to breath properly after that ridiculous marathon. Aside from you, there are 7 other people inside. All of them are boys. They are wearing black hats and the same black mouth masks as you, but they wear it on their mouth. Not head. One of the boy with light brown hair chuckled a little when he saw the mask on your head. Ew, screw off.

“JUNG JIYOUNG! PICK UP YOUR PHONE!” Everyone in the lift were surprised, Mostly you.

“JUNG JIYOUNG! PICK UP YOUR PHONE!” You press the green button.

“Yes, yes, Dad. Hell-“

“WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL YOUR MOM?! YOU DISGRACEFUL LITTLE THING! YOU SHOULD CALL ME OR YOUR MOM AFTER YOU ARRIVED AT THE HOTEL! WE WERE WORRIED SICK! LOOK HERE! YOUR MOM WON’T EAT ANYTHING SINCE THIS MORNING!” You place your phone away from your ear. Ah, you dead meat. Everyone in the lift could clearly hear your father screaming. Lucky they did not get Korean language.

Or so you think.

One of them was giggling. You turn your head around, and the giggling stopped. But the boy in the light brown hair was shivering, trying his best to hide his laugh. The other boy with purple hair kick him slowly and bow his head at you.

“YAH, JUNG JIYOUNG! WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?! YOU WERE OUT FROM THE HOUSE YESTERDAY NIGHT, SAYING YOU WANT TO GO TO THE CONVENIENCE STORE BUT THEN YOU TEXT ME, SAYING THAT YOU ARE ON INCHEON AN WAS ON PLANE, READY TO GO! AND NOW YOU HAD FORGOTTEN THAT ME AND YOUR MOM ARE STILL ALIVE?!”

“IM HANGING UP!” You screamed and press the red button. Your Father is on it again. This time, the boy with pink, dark brown, and 2 brown haired boys giggling. Your face is completely red.

The purple haired boy trying to shut them, while he himself trying his best not to laugh. You turned your head to the black-haired guy that is staring at the floor, looks uninterested. Well at least there is someone that think this thing is not hilarious.

TING!

You quickly run from the lift into the main gate. Before, you turned your head and the boy with pink and light brown hair waved at you.

What a bunch of weirdos.

“Oh my god I’m soooo sorry! I fell asleep!” You give the uber driver a bow. Unfortunately, he laughed.

“Nah, nevermind. You give me time to rest from this tiring job” said the driver. This driver looks a bit similar with your dad.

Oh, come on. Hello? Adventure is calling!

“So where should I take you?” ask the driver. You give him the picture of the Brisbane wheel “Aahh, Brisbane wheel! Okay. Put on your seatbelt please” You do what the driver told you to.

“Enjoy your holiday!” You smiled and waved at the uber driver. See? Even the uber driver told you to enjoy your holiday! You send your father a quick message, saying that you promise you will call him tomorrow morning.

Your father replied. Oh, so fast. He said that he will wait and that he will lock the door for you if you forget to call him again. You chuckled. This man is so stern yet so caring.

You walked to the Brisbane wheel. “My, oh my!” You screamed. Brisbane wheel is so pretty with lights dangling around. You cheerfully go to the line and wait patiently. The line is not too long. After paying, you get inside the little room. When the employee is going to close the room, someone barged in and quickly sit in front of you.

“Sorry, I’m late” he said.

The employee thought you’re with him, so she smiled at both of you and close the door.

“Eh, what?”

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vitalmindandbody · 7 years

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Can’t Stay Young Forever: Why I’m Afraid Of Getting Older

The other day, I was at my grandpas house. My cousins and I planned to visit him because he hadnt been feeling well as of late.

We sat around his bed, listening to stories from when he was young and stories about how easy we have it today.

My cousins pretended to listen — they asked him questions and nodded occasionally — but I knew after one look at them that they were all drifting off to other worlds in their heads.Drifting off to any world that didn’t involve listening to their old grandfather tell antiquated, irrelevant tales.

I often forget how lucky I am to be young. And I try not to beat myself up for it; its an easy thing to forget in the hullaballoo of day-to-day living.

Our society puts so much emphasis on youth and beauty that Ive become quite accustomed to, well, being young and beautiful.

Sometimes I wonder if Id be less in tune with it if I wasnt constantly reminded of it, from tabloids that not only track the progress of but cheer on Kourtney Kardashians post-pregnancy weight loss, to Gwyneth Paltrow crediting a greens-only diet for her youthful glow, to Taylor Swift being marketed as the biggest — and coincidentally both the leggiest and one of the youngest — pop stars in the industry.

When youre young, the progression of time seems wholly unimportant. The future feels out of reach.

The thing about being young is it doesn’t last forever. And the older we get, the more inclined we are to fall into snooze-inducing habits and ways of life. We become less alert to our surroundings, less willing to try new things. We become less alive.

Think about it: How much less interesting has Taylor Swift become now that shes in a healthy relationship with Calvin Harris? The fact that shes in a relationship is partly due to meeting the right guy, but its also partly due to the ticking of her biological clock — which is ultimately due to her coming of age, her transition from exuberant girlhood into placid womanhood.

Aging. What a contentious process. There are things delightful about it, and then there are things absolutely dreadful about it.

We grow wiser with age, but we also get wrinkles. We begin to form families, but we also begin to form crows feet. Theres an undeniable mix of emotions we feel as we glide along from one birthday to the next.

Though I know that youth and beauty arent the sole two qualities that define who I am (hey, Ive got a brain, too!), that doesnt mean that Ill miss them any less once theyve withered away.

As Lana Del Rey puts it: “Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?” I am afraid of getting older, and of all the things that come along with it.

Im afraid of not being cute anymore.

Listen, if dressing in head-to-toe bodycon were the it thing to do in your mommy years, Id be all for growing older.

But it isnt the it thing. Its frowned upon as f*ck, and as much as Im a proponent of dressing the way you want, whenever you want, Im also well aware that wearing head-to-toe bodycon when youre younger comes with way more perks.

Little girls look at you and want to be you. Older men look at you and wish they were with you. Mommies look at you and reminisce on how they used to be you.

I know someday, Ill look back on the body I used to have and the person I used to be in that body. Ill miss her and everything she represented.

Im afraid of no longer having an excuse to be wild.

Being a rebel in your 40s hardly makes you cool; it just makes you a hot f*cking mess.

You know what Im talking about: that wrinkly guy on the train, with quarter-sized piercings up and down his ears and human-sized tattoos down his back whos doing his best to discreetly nurse a Heineken wrapped in a brown paper bag.

That guy probably spends his days getting hammered and his nights doing just the same — with one day blurring into the next — and from what Ive heard, thats anything but a normal lifestyle post-college.

Im afraid of becoming boring.

Im afraid of settling into a routine. Im afraid of straying from novelty. And Im afraid of becoming less interesting altogether ( la T-Swift).

All my friends will eventually get married, and Ill eventually lose them to men and babies. My life will become a never-ending string of rehearsal dinners, weddings and baby showers.

And though I’ll be happy for my friends, Ill also be mourning the loss of them.

Nostalgia of the bonds I once shared with them will hit me hard, and it will seem like my world is falling apart, like I have to admit defeat to a force stronger than adventure.

I would do anything to be able to forever keep my vigor and vitality.

Im afraid I wont live up to the expectations society has set for me.

With so much pressure to be perfect and so little time to mold into said perfection, how can one help but feel anything but fear? Fear of falling short? Fear of overshooting the mark? Fear of being just enough, but subsequently nothing less of noteworthy?

In societys eyes, being happily married with children means you’ve made it. But what ifI’m not happily hitched and surrounded by a white picket fence by the time I’m 30?

Will I be considered an outcast? Will I be ostracized for all the things I haven’t accomplished and made to feel small for the things I have accomplished?

I won’t know until I’m older — and that’s the scariest part.

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