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“Worldbuilding” is a very sophisticated word for the process of “YOOOOOO wouldn’t it be cool if...”

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i am literally only going to watch the shadow and bone netflix show when it comes out SOLELY for inej bc i have a GIANT crush on her :]

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Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. TUMBLR RULE. When you see it, REBLOG IT.

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i would just like to say happy birthday to mr bang chan himself. he deserves the whole ass world. he’s the reason i’m here and alive today. so thank you so much chan

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Midnight thoughts -B.C.

-Bang Chan

This is a comfort one shot i wrote for myself bc i was sad so i hope it cheers u up bc it worked for me. This was originally an entire fic idea but i’m not sure i want to write a whole ass fic rn but if yall want the entire thing just lmk. also i totaly turned this in as an assignment for my creative writing class. I’m such a clown. omfg

warnings : mentions of suicide, theme of self degrading thoughts, angst

word count : 1,017 

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“Maybe I should kill myself,” the girl leaning on the balcony rail mumbled to herself. She in fact should not kill herself. But oh, did she so desperately want to.

           The light of the street lamps cast a soft glow over the girls face as she admired the sight below her. Scattered blobs of color from other houses and apartments shone around her. Stars twinkled far above as a light breeze brushed through her hair. The smell of fresh spring rain lingered. God, did Faryn love that smell. It always brought the comfortable reminder of home, but not tonight. No, tonight she hated it. Tonight it brought the reminder of her dead parents.

           Faryn’s hands slipped from where they were resting on the railing to her sides, lying limp. A heavy sigh escaped her lips.

           Why did they have to die? Why did they have to leave us so early? I don’t know what to do without them.

           The cement of the apartment’s wall was cool against her clammy back, her sinuses started to sting. A pressure built up behind her closed eyes. Felix can take care of himself. He has a life here. I shouldn’t have intruded. Faryn didn’t have a choice though. It was either move in with Felix in a new country or stay in Australia where everything reminded her of her parents. Maybe she didn’t want Felix to be alone, or maybe it was really her that needed him more than he needed her.

           It’s just him and her now. Two siblings against the world. She didn’t want it to be just them though. She wanted to be sitting at the dinner table laughing, surrounded by her mom and dad and Felix on family game night. She wanted to be baking a traditional recipe with her mom. She wanted to be working on broken cars with her dad. She didn’t want to be sitting on her younger brother’s apartment’s balcony crying. Yet here she was. Doing exactly that.

           A car honked far below on the street and Faryn flinched. Images flashed in her mind. Blinding lights. Screams. The smell of spilled oil. Fire.

           Faryn slammed her palms into her eyes, as if she could rub out the memories. “No, not now! I don’t want to. Not right now!” She whispered. More tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, gradually sliding down her cheeks.

Faryn shifted on the hard concrete carrying the sound of her pills moving with her. She froze. With a shaky hand she dug the bottle out of her pants pocket. Everything seemed to fade away as she stared at the bottle full of tiny little anti-depressants. Maybe she was delusional but the bottle stared back at her. Taunting her. Egging her on. Wanting her to pop the lid and throw them to the back of her throat.

Yet something stopped her. A voice in the back of her mind. Screaming at her not to do it. But she shoved that voice down. Down, down, down into the deepest parts of her mind and locked it up. A dumb idea really but she clearly wasn’t thinking straight.

Faryn’s thumb freed the pill bottle’s lid from its attachment. The tiny white pills spilled into her hand like a rushing waterfall.

The sliding glass door crashed open and Faryn whipped her head in its direction. There stood her neighbor, staring down at her folded form with sad eyes. His eyebrows were creased in what Faryn might’ve thought was worry. She looked up at him. Her eyes wide and questioning, filled with tears.

He took a step forward, and then another when Faryn didn’t react, up until he was sliding down the wall to sit next to her.

She knew who he was. She knew that he was Chris, Felix’s best friend and now her new neighbor. But what she couldn’t fathom was that he was here. Trying to comfort her when he could be anywhere else. Doing whatever else he wanted. She didn’t understand why someone would value her. She didn’t get why he would pull her into his arms. She couldn’t figure out why he let her cry into his shoulder or why he rubbed comforting circles on her back. She didn’t know but she didn’t care. She kind of liked being held.

The pills that were seconds away from being taken now lay discarded on the floor. The white a stark contrast against the dark gray. They stood out the same way darkness does against light.

Soft sobs spilled into the night. Followed by hiccups and sniffles. They stayed like that for a while. Just sitting. Faryn crying and Chris comforting her.

He wished he could do something more for her but he didn’t know what. He knew not to mention cars or board games but maybe, just maybe, baking something could help her feel better. Probably not one of the recipes Faryn and her mom would make, but maybe a simple chocolate cookie. Cookies almost always cheered people up. They sure seemed to do the trick for him.

Chris’s voice was just above whisper when he spoke, “Cookies? I can make you some cookies and we can put on a silly movie.” He held her tighter, like she might break any second.

The hiccuping slowed down as Faryn took deep breaths. In through her nose and out through her mouth. “Yeah.” Her voice broke on the one word but she smiled anyways. “Yeah,” she repeated, nodding her head that was still lying on his chest.  

“Chocolate chip or sugar?”  

“Chocolate chip.” Faryn’s head moved back so she could look at Chris and his grip loosened a tiny bit, “Please.”

Her smile was breathtaking and her eyes lit up for the first time in a week. Even with snot and tears running down her face she looked like she was gonna be alright for a little while longer.

Chris’s own mouth turned up into a lopsided smile, “Alright, sounds like a plan.”  

After all, a dying plant can still recover with the help of tender care and love.

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For sure, definitely about to rewatch outer banks on Netflix just for JJ, Sarah and kiara

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I laughed way too hard

“When you fuck her, Rhysand have you noticed that little noise she makes right before she climaxes?”

Tamlin

Beron

Tarquin

Kallias

Thesan

Helion

Rhysand

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Okay but like hot damn. I’d stil die for aidas

I was so confident while drawing him but something went wrong when I finished it 😅😅😟 still posting it. 🤷‍♀️ Hope you guys will like my version of Aidas from Crescent City by @sjmaas

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I’d die for aidas. Just saying

“Aidas’s blonde hair fell to his shoulders in soft waves, loose, yet well cut around his fine boned face. Undoubtedly to show off the eyes like blue opals, framed by thick golden lashes”

Aidas from Crescent City: House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J. Maas

Do not repost!

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Kpop Girls Mafia!AU

良心検査 (Ryōshin kensa) - examination of conscience

CL

Real Name - Lee ChaeRin

Known as -CL

role : Boss

Age : 27

Kills : not known

Nationality: Korean

HYUNA

Real name : Kim HyunAh

Known as : Hyuna

Role : consigliere,intellectual (underboss)

Age : 25

Kills : 10

Nationality : Korean

YEON

Real name : Jang SeungYeon

Known as : Yeon

Role : right hand

Age : 24

Kills : 16

Nationality: Korean

HWASA

Real name : Ahn HyeJin

Known as : Hwasa

Role : Spy

Age : 23

Kills : 6

Nationality: Korean

SUNMI

Real name : Lee SunMi

Known as : Sunmi

Role : weapon specialist / Assasin

Age : 25

Kills : 17

Nationality : Korean

JENNIE

Real name : Kim Jennie

Known as : Jennie

Role : Poison specialist

Age : 23

Kills : not known

Nationality : Korean

IRENE

Real name : Bae JuHyun

Known as : Irene

Role : Arsonist

Age : 26

Kills : not known

Nationality : Korean

BOMBOM

Real name : Park Bom

Known as : BomBom

Role : Hacker

Age : 27

Kills : 2

Nationality : Korean

JISOO

Real name : Kim Ji Soo

Known as : Jisoo

Role : Decoy

Age : 24

Kills : 2

Nationality : Korean

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I’m not crying you’re crying

Two Kids Rom vol. 4: Message from Felix to Woojin

To [my] eldest hyung, Woojin. I’m glad that we can talk to each other 1-on-1 like this again, it’s so fun.  If you ever need anything, I’ll always make myself available for you.  I’ve said this before, but hyung always performs really well on stage, so don’t worry about it. Hyung, you’re already working so hard, and STAY and everyone else genuinely admires you as a cool shining star and singer. And I’m one of those who thinks that way~ Don’t feel like you have to rush anything hyung, you can just go at your own pace~ ♡ Hyung! Let’s run together besides STAY!  I believe in you hyung!! OK? OK!!! Falcon punch~ (T/N: video game reference) hehehe - Yongbok

translation credit: Admin Y @ straykidsupdate, take out with full credit

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Every writers struggle

do I want to write? yes

will I write? no

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Fully agree

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His cute little smug smile is everything

give woojin his e-mart ceo title

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Han jisung could shoot me and I'd say thank you

©  욘 바인첼.

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This is dope and I approve

If Ariel was under Ursula’s care and grew up to be her sea witch apprentice. Canonically, Ursula was Ariel’s aunt (but the concept was abandoned then brought back in a book as I’ve heard…)  See a higher resolution at my twitter :)!