#YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOVED! DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS SIMPLE ENOUGH!

[deancoded-deangirl]

hits different by taylor swift is thee destiel song full send

#it’s true just LOOK AT THE LYRICS #SKIP TOWN LIKE AN ASSHOLE OUTLAW #I NEVER DONT CRY #AT THE BAR #MY SADNESS IS CONTAGIOUS #I SLUR YOUR NAME TIL SOMEONE PUTS ME IN A CAR #CATASTROPHIC BLUES MOVING ON WAS ALWAYS EASY FOR ME TO DO #IT HITS DIFFERENT CAUSE ITS YOU #I FIND THE ARTIFACTS CRIED OVER A HAT CURSED THE SPACE THAT I NEEDED #I TRACE THE EVIDENCE MAKE IT MAKE SOME SENSE WHY THE WOUND IS STILL BLEEDING #YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOVED! DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS SIMPLE ENOUGH! #A WRINKLE IN TIME LIKE THE CREASE BY YOUR EYE #THIS IS WHY THEY SHOULDNT KILL OFF THE MAIN GUY!!! #DREAMS! #of your hair and your stare and sense of belief #in the good in the world you once believed in ME #and I felt you and I held you for a while!!! #I HEARD YOUR KEY TURN IN THE DOOR DOWN THE HALLWAY WAS THAT YOUR KEY IN THE DOOR IS IT OKAY #IS IT YOU #OR HAVE THEY COME TO TAKE ME AWAY #OH MY LOVE IS A LIE SHIT MY FRIENDS SAY TO GET ME BY #IT HITS DIFFERENT #IT HITS DIFFERENT THIS TIME #CATASTROPHIC BLUES! #MOVING ON WAS ALWAYS EASY FOR ME! TO DO!

[dayurno]

I see your "one half of kevjean is convinced they're through and the other is hopelessly devoted still" and I raise and even funnier dynamic: they are BOTH still so pathetically in love with each other but think the other's moved on.

Kevin: as soon as Jean unblocks me the wedding ia back on

Jean: Jeremy... You must take this phone away from me... I can't succumb to my desires and call Kevin. He cannot know I still stare at his contact picture four hours a day while he has completely moved on and forgotten me

ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH YOUR RENDITION OF JEAN MOREAU THAT IS JUST A MODERN HOWL PENDRAGON....... jeremy you must.... you must take this phone from me...... i'm succumbing.................... i can't take it anymore.........

oh you're funny you're funny! i think it's cute too... i love miscommunications as a trope and even more so when it's kevjean because they are truly the most susceptible of people to that malady... i think they'd be fine without outside intervention because of the nature of them attracting each other like magnets but it'd be so funny to see neil trying to meddle his way into kevjean. jean i need you to bang kevin because his hurt feelings are making him less enthusiastic about training the freshmen and i am losing my fucking mind. jean you HAVE to take this one for the team

#jeremy and neil communicate via letter to update each other about their 10 step plan on getting kevin and jean together #it has not yet worked in any tangible way but i believe in them #asks #kevjean #hits different came on as i was writing this oh kevjean.... you'll always be famous #you were the one that i loved... dont need another metaphor its simple enough.... eugh

[plegdoctor]

Taylor put Hits Different on streaming services challenge x

#I trace the evidence make it make some sense why the wound is still bleeding #YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOVED DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS SIMPLE ENOUGH #a wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes #this is why they shouldn’t kill off the main guys #DREAMS #of your hair and your stare and your sense of belief #in the hood in the world you once believed in ME #and I felt you and I held you for a while #bet I could still melt your world #argumentative antithetical dream girl #x #pls I need to scream this in the club whilst utterly wasted

[deesi-academia]

I FIND THE ARTIFACTS CRIED OVER A HAT CURSED THE SPACE THAT I NEEDED I TRACE THE EVIDENCE MAKE IT MAKE SOME SENSE WHY THE WOUND IS STILL BLEEDING YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOVED DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS SIMPLE ENOUGH. A WRINKLE IN TIME LIKE THE CREASE BY YOUR EYES THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULDN'T KILL OFF THE MAIN GUY. DREAMS. OF YOUR HAIR. YOUR STARE. AND SENSE OF BELIEF. IN THE GOOD. IN THE WORLD. YOU ONCE BELIEVED IN ME. AND I FELT YOU AND I HELD YOU FOR A WHILE. BET I COULD STILL MELT YOUR WORLD ARGUMENTATIVE ANTITHETICAL DREAM GIRL-

#that #is what #ive been upto #all day today #hi #hits different #taylor swift #barbie #midnights #taylurking #swifties

[diamondseaside]

YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOVED DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS SIMPLE ENOUGH A WRINKLE IN TIME LIKE THE CREASE BY YOUR EYES THIS IS WHY THEY SHOULDN’T KILL OFF THE MAIN GUY

[reverie-ve]

You were the one that i loved dont need another metaphor its simple enough

A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes , this is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy

[nowihatemyself]

YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOVED DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS SIMPLE ENOUGH

[battlemp3]

YOU WERE THE ONE!!!!! THAT I LOVE!!! DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS SIMPLE ENOUGH!!!

#ana speaks #really going through it tonight folks

[rorygilmre]

I FIND THE ARTIFACTS CRIED OVER A HAT CURSE THE SPACE THAT I NEEDED! I TRACE THE EVIDENCE MAKE IT MAKE SOME SENSE WHY THE WOUND IS STILL BLEEDING! YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOVE! DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS SIMPLE ENOUGH!! A WRINKLE IN TIME LIKE THE CREASE BY YOUR EYES THIS IS WHY THEY SHOULDNT KILL OFF THE MAIN GUY!

DREAMS! OF YOUR HAIR AND YOUR STARE AND SENSE OF BELIEF IN THE GOOD IN THE WORLD YOU ONCE BELIEVED IN ME! AND I HELD YOU AND I FELT YOU FOR A WHILE

BET I CAN STILL MELT YOUR WORLD! ARGUMENTATIVE ANTITHETICAL DREAM GIRL!!!

#leah rambles

[shesquicksand]

YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOVED DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS SIMPLE ENOUGH

[ashisdeadanddying]

Pride & Prejiduce slaps and I'm glad your sister is getting good education on historical events. ANYWAYS here's some taylor swift

"I found the ____, cried over a ____, ____ the space that I ____. I ____ the ____ make it make ____ why the wound is still ____. You were the ____ that I ____, don't need another ____,its ____ enough. A ____ in ____, like the creasy by your ____, this is why they ____ kill off the ____ guy."

Ikr p&p is awesome. We didn't finish it bc we kept reqatcbing things after I explained and i had to translate for her sometimes but yea she's enjoying it a lot especially when she's like "what did she say" and I'm just like "she said fuck you bc you have bad vibes"

I found the artifacts cried over a hat crossed the space that I needed YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOVED DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS SIMPLE ENOUGH a wrinkle in time like the crease by your eye

This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy

#ash be like #anon #ask #anon ask

[mosaic-broken-hearts17]

YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOVED!!! DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS!! SIMPLE!!! ENOUGH!!!

[dreamingswift]

I don’t know what’s going on during hits different but I FIND THE ARTIFACTS CRIED OVER A HAT CURSED THE SPACE THAT I NEEDED! I TRACE THE EVIDENCE MAKE IT MAKE SOME SENSE WHY THE WOUND IS STILL BLEEDING! YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOVED DONT NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR ITS SIMPLE ENOUGH!

[usermaha]

you were the one i loved. dont need another metaphor- its simple enough.

#baekdo

[yandere-daydreams]

Can you please do more bungou stray dogs yandere content? Like a darling that was really sweet until they kidnapped her and is like a caged animal until they start drugging their darling to relax and wear them down. At some point they're just so scared and obedient like a bunny because they dont want to be drugged.

I decided to go with Dazai for this, since he deserves to be a terrible, terrible man every so often, as well as a Darling with an Animal-based Ability, if only to add another layer to the metaphor. Themes are important to me, even if they do get rather… blurry, sometimes.

Title: No Longer Human.

TW: Violence, Non-Consensual Drug Use, and Imprisonment.

~

You were vaguely aware that your current behavior was, most likely, a coping mechanism.

You were traumatized. You didn’t feel traumatized, nor did you think of yourself as unstable or irrational or anything less than you used to be, but you were aware enough to know that you were probably more effected by Dazai’s fixation than you let yourself believe. You tried not to think about it - all the hours you’d lost, the days you’d spent unconscious or paralyzed or too strung-out to care that you weren’t, but it was inescapable, sometimes. Your captor thought of you as a wild animal, an untamed beast that attacked him because it’d never been trained properly, not because he took it away from its home and stuffed his little white pills down its throat whenever it tried to go back. Behaving was a way to cope. When you behaved, you didn’t get hurt, and you were allowed to decide when you wanted to be awake or asleep or none of the above, as long as your schedule didn’t conflict with Dazai’s.  

When you behaved, you were allowed to be conscious.

That was all you could really ask for, with Dazai as your trainer.

Using your ability, Paws of the Tender Wolf, helped. It was a simple transformation ability, and while you couldn’t use it as it was meant to be used, it was enough to let your mind fall into the simplistic, instinctual world of the wolf you’d become so acquainted with, to let your energy and your strength be sapped by the power it took you to keep in a state of not quite human, but not quite monster, either. It was nice, even if it was all you could do to curl into a tight ball on Dazai’s loveseat and try to forget where you were. There was no point trying to escape, not when you’d already checked and re-checked every possible exit three times that day, only to find every window and door and vent padlocked, or deadbolted, or broken beyond repair in that meticulous, chaotic way Dazai was so good at breaking things. You had to wait for an opening, but waiting was a very hard thing to do with your eyes open.

You didn’t bother lifting your head when you heard the door to Dazai’s flat open, just watching from underneath your eyelashes as he shrugged off his coat and ran a bandaged hand through his hair, whatever bag he might’ve held soon thrown to the side and forgotten as he collapsed onto the seat next to you. He was tired, clearly, but you didn’t bother to try to guess why.

Rather, you picked yourself up, half-hearted stretching before setting yourself down on his lap, straddling him lazily and resting your chin on the dip of his shoulder, melting into him out of habit rather than fondness. Dazai didn’t seem to mind. If he wanted you to love him, he would have to be content with this. “You’re late.”

“It’s been a long day,” He sighed, his hand coming up to idly trace the curve of your back, his exploration ending just before he reached your motionless tail, hanging limply at the base of your spine like a cheap accessory, instead of the natural extension it was supposed to be. Thankfully, he ignored it, choosing to move his inspection to your ears, instead, dark and soft and more agreeably attentive. Dazai rewarded you with a handful of unwelcome strokes, and you did your best not to push him away. “We’ve got a few new detectives, the others’ are getting too close for their own good. One had an ability kind of like yours, did I tell you?”

Atsushi Nakajima. He’d told you dozens of times already, but you just shook your head, letting him ramble on about issues too domestic for such a busy man. If you brought up someone else or indulged the idea of doing so, Dazai would click his tongue and you’d wake up three days later with an awful headache. Listening to him was more bearable, if only slightly.

“That reminds me,” He said, pausing to make sure you were listening. It was the first time he’d done so during your onesided conversation. “I’m going to be gone for a few days, no longer than a week. I don’t want you to starve to death before I come back, so you’re not getting the worst dose you’ve had, but I asked an acquaintance to come over and make sure you’re taking your medicine once a day or so. You’re not going to give him too much trouble, right?”

There was a beat of silence, your mouth going dry as your heart began to drum in your chest. Your tail brushed against the backs of your thighs, searching for a position to express its discontent. “You going to drug me?” You asked, not waiting for an answer before you continued. “But I haven’t attacked you, and I didn’t… I’ve been good--”

“It’s a necessary precaution.” His voice was calm, even, patronizing. If he noticed your distress, he didn’t feel the need to address it, only tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you forward, pressing his lips against your forehead, letting his touch linger as he spoke. “You are good. You’ve been perfect, and I’m so grateful that you came around, but I don’t want you to revert to bad habits just because I’m leaving you alone.” Abruptly, his tone was akin to that of an apathetic parent, a fatigued caretaker faking sympathy to prevent another temper tantrum. “I’ll bring home a treat, alright? Something nice for my favorite puppy.”

You should’ve approached this rationally. You should’ve collected yourself and seen this as an opportunity, and yet, the thought of the taste of chalk on your tongue, the dizziness and the slurred words and the helplessness, any of it and all of it was enough to set you off, to scrub your mind blank and make it seem like there was only one option, like you had to take the offensive or be forced into submission. You were snarling before you could stop yourself, growling and snapping and lunging for his neck with pointed, protruded canines, dull claws emerging from your knuckles to better dig into his flesh as you threw yourself against him, aiming to rip out his throat or severe his jugular trying. You had to. You couldn’t be tranquilized again, you couldn’t be suppressed into a corner of your mind and stored away. You couldn’t be put to sleep whenever Dazai said the word.

You wouldn’t let him.

You were so determined, but with a flash of blue light and a few muttered profanities, you were disarmed as easily as a raging mouse, thrown back into humanity as your back hit the floor and the sole of Dazai’s shoe planted itself in your diaphram. “Bad dog,” He spat, grinding his heel into your chest, letting his weight render you breathless before he bothered to go on. “Bad dog, bad dog. And just when I thought you’d come around, too.”

He allowed himself one more kick, another scoff before he bothered to regain his oh-so-superior composure with a sigh, a shake of his head and a stare so pitying, you had to be the one to avert your eyes. You ribs throbbed, a deep, bruising pain etching itself into your skin and your muscle and everything beneath it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to worry about injury, about your familiar physical limitations.

“I thought you’d learned your lesson,” He growled, pawing at the pocket of his vest until he found what he was looking for - a sleek, rectangular case, its contents consisting of a syringe and two vials. You might’ve been able to identify the substance it contained, but Dazai’s grin drew you away, broad and ruthless and cruel. So, so cruel.

More primal than you could ever hope to be.

“I guess we’ll need to try something a little stronger, won’t we, love?”

#yandere #yandere love #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere prompt #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere scenerio #yandere imagines #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs imagines #yandere bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #yandere bsd #dazai x reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #yandere fantasy #yandere fanfiction #yanderecore #yancore

[lucidpantone]

Visitations: The Ending Explained

So @gele-gordijnen asked me a really interesting question and I think am finally ready to answer it. She asked can you tell me if Visitations is or isn’t a happy ending?

So here it goes.... (if you want the ending you imagined to stay intact don’t expand)

So in the most long winded way possible yes it is a happy ending but the ending really doesn’t matter in away because it’s what its trying to communicate to the reader about themselves and the way they treat or don’t treat those they love.

It’s very clear that Robbe and Sander never fell out of love but their love became unmanageable. It was way to potent that it hijack all other parts of their lives. Robbe loved Sander so much he was to scared to tell him he wanted to pursue the idea of leaving Belgium. He would rather push aside his own desires then to lose Sander or jeopardize their relationship with a dramatic change in dynamic. The issue here tho is relationships always change and evolve. Trying to ward off change only causes more conflict and Sander was right to doubt his intention in away because Robbe didn’t have faith that they were strong enough to survive change. But at the same time doubt and fear of change is only human. We all make decisions out of fear and doubt at points in our lives and we come back to this same moment again in the car scene where Robbe is trying to decide his future and its so hard for him because at this point fear and doubt have consumed his entire being and he is trying to break this inherit pattern of decision making he has established. But this is how Robbe has operated for so long I mean look at what he did to Lucas in the car. The moment Amsterdam became real to him he lashed out in the most extreme way out of fear and Luc shouldn't have said what he said but wouldn't you feel like you’re deserving of an explanation after being so open and honest? They had clearly had several conversations about Sander and Robbe clearly said there was nothing there which we know was a lie and deep down so did Robbe.  Sander to put it plain and simple loves Robbe too much. Robbe is not in the state of mind to have a healthy honest relationship with him. He clearly loves him but he is so weighed down by the past. Those years of back and forth happened because Robbe wasn’t ready to admit to himself that he maybe made a mistake. Sander was absolutely wrong for what he did but people make mistakes. Love is not a black and white situation. Good people sometimes make bad decisions out of anger and resentment. Sander makes the same mistake at the night of the gallery open when Robbe is trying to open up to him. Its clear in that moment wants to ask for forgiveness but Sander is so angry that he punishes him as Robbe has punished Sander so many times.What’s that saying? sometimes you harm the ones you love the most. If you haven't caught on every scene that plays out in present day is taking place in the metaphorical grey space the place before the event horizon where the skyline is the color yellow to signify the grey place may be hazardous to sobbe. They have been there too long they need aid to get out. The grey place also represents reflection all over the fic there is symbolism towards mirroring or self reflection. The butterflies are a clear indication that we are somewhere in the life cycle of rebirth. Sometimes sobbe is the butterfly and other times they are the caterpillar, the egg or in chrysalis.Thats why the story takes place in flashbacks we are somewhere in their life cycle. In the fic death is not a bad thing because caterpillars die and turn into butterflies so if we are dying we are really just being reborn again and sobbe does metaphorically die as the caterpillar a couple of times. 

The end is happy because they finally chose each other. They jump the crevasse they run towards the event horizon but we know from science we dont know if a human can survive an event horizon. The likelihood is they cannot it will probably kill them but thats not the point sobbe made it out of the grey place the sky turned pink and the floor underneath them turned monochrome. And what did I say before death is not a bad thing in the fic because it usually indicates rebirth and it isn't a coincidence that sobbe is part of a universe that can exist in different timelines. BTW if you read carefully all the evaks are seen for a split second in some form in the story and Joana sorta of explains the ending. When Robbe asks her how does he find her? She tells him he doesn’t but that she’ll be waiting for him and since we the reader know Robbe is Isak and Joana is Even we know that they do indeed do find one another in the other universe. So yes, Sobbe and everything they mean always survives. Do they literally survive? Maybe...because you know who does survive? Bowie. Plus I don’t think that matters honestly because am not really sure this story was ever really about sobbe in the first place but about how love is a metamorphosis or better yet a journey.

#visitations #its a long read #the ending explained. #what did i tell you at the very beginning it was always about the journey #but also pay attention bowie was always the key if he lived then so did sobbe