#stan the rose

[flurrys-creativity]

Back to me

Pairing: Park Dojoon (The Rose) x GN!Reader; Genre: Break up AU, Angst; Rating: sfw, pg-13; Warnings: mentions of previous fights, mentions of heartbreak, lots of tears, breaking up, a physical fight, bruised lip, bloody nose, more crying, some curse words... that should be it; Wordcount: 1.302

Summary: Dojoon tries to win you back - even starting a fight with one of your neighbours to bring his point across. Though he might be too late for that.

A/N: Am I obsessed with this song? Yeah, pretty much since it came out. Do I love the band? With my whole heart!

You heard the banging on the door clearly through your now empty apartment. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you sat between a bunch of moving boxes.

The banging continued and you even heard the dull pleas from Dojoon on the other side of the door. 

He kept pounding against it for the past twenty minutes already but you couldn’t bring yourself to get back to the door again after you shut it prior.

When he first knocked you had opened the door, forgetting to look through the little spy hole who was there. Your breath got caught in your lungs when you saw the dishevelled figure of Dojoon in front of you. He had one hand stemmed into his side, inhaling the air greedily as if he just ran a marathon.

“You’re leaving?” He all but gasped, his eyes searching your face for something you weren’t sure of.

You didn’t know what to answer him. Sure, you were leaving this apartment but you weren’t about to drop from the surface of the earth. Additionally you didn’t want to leave, you didn’t want to leave him but the constant fights and yelling and heartbreak made you consider finally cutting ties. 

There was only so much your heart could take.

“I know I can make you mad and it probably wasn’t the best idea to ignore your calls when you needed me but please, you can’t do this to me. To us.” 

You noticed the tears welling up in his eyes and how he fidgeted with his hands, wanting to touch you, hold your hand but unsure how you’d react to it.

“Please, yell at me, curse me, cry. You can even punch me, whatever it takes, please. Please, don’t leave.”

You bit on your lower lip, trying to keep your emotions at bay. You still loved him, your heart and body yearned for him to hold you but wrapping your arms around your torso had to make do. Soft sniffles escaped your lips as you slowly started to shake your head. “It’s too late for that”, you whispered, voice breaking into a sob.

Dojoon tried reaching out for you but you hurriedly stepped back and shut the door between the both of you. 

With the barrier between you the sobs broke out freely, shaking your whole body in the process. You pulled yourself away from the door and back to the living room, where you broke down between the moving boxes.

Ever since Dojoon hammered against your door as he simultaneously called your cell phone over and over again. After the first three times you turned off the sound and vibrations. Now you only stared at the screen lighting up whenever he tried calling you again.

By now your tears had dried and your senses dulled, letting you sit apathetically on the floor and stare into nothingness. Everything shifted into the background as you disconnected yourself from the whole situation. You hardened your heart and numbed your emotions until you practically became a shell of yourself. You didn’t know how much time passed, having lost the sense of it in your state. 

Loud yelling from outside of your apartment pulled you back to reality. You sluggishly turned your head towards the front door, needing several seconds to actually focus on your sense of hearing before you were able to register the words that got screamed. 

You hesitantly got up and moved back to the door, staring at it warily. Now you heard a voice that didn’t belong to Dojoon. A voice that sounded quite aggressive and not like the desperate tone Dojoon had while he yelled at your door. You flinched when something or maybe even someone got slammed into your door. After a few heartbeats you ever so slowly creeped up to your door, peeking through the spy hole.

You gasped and clasped your hand in front of your mouth, seeing one of your neighbours down the floor fighting with Dojoon.

Without thinking you opened the door and rushed out on the hallway. “Stop it!” You clasped your hands in front of your chest, staring at the two men in front of you with wide, shaking eyes.

Both of them turned their heads to you, one with a bloody nose and the other with a bruised lip. 

“What are you doing?”

They looked at each other and back at you, both of them starting to explain two different reasons at the same time. 

You stared at them in disbelief. Even though they had talked at the same time you got the gist of it. Your neighbour thought Dojoon was bothering or even low key harassing you and decided to take matters in his own hand to help you, while Dojoon wanted him to leave again so he could talk to you.

Dojoon pushed your neighbour away, turning and even taking a step towards you. 

You hit his chest without much force, feeling the tears welling up once again. “What were you thinking?”

Your neighbour looked between the both of you, narrowing his eyes momentarily before he sighed and walked back to his own apartment. 

You hit Dojoon again, crying silently in frustration. Dojoon caught your fists and pressed them against his chest, smoothing them out until your palms rested on his chest and followed the movement of his breathing. “I fucked up”, he whispered and leaned down to place his forehead against yours.

“You can’t build a world out of broken dreams. You need to let me go”, you told him as you tried controlling your sobs again. You moved one of your hands up to his cheek, thumb lightly brushing over his bruised lip. “You can’t make me come back to you. Not like this.”

Dojoon inhaled sharply and closed his eyes, his brows furrowing as if he was in pain. A tear rolled down his cheek and when he opened his eyes again you noticed how red they were.

“Please.” Now you were pleading for him to understand. “Please, let me go.”

“How could I?” Dojoon exhaled shakily, slowly realising this was a fight he was about to lose. “How could I let you go? I know I don’t deserve you and I took so much for granted and I just realised that I need you like you needed me.” His hands tightened around the one on his chest, the fear of losing you way too palpable.

“Please.”

Dojoon stared at you with red rimmed eyes, tears silently running down his cheek. It mirrored your expression almost perfectly, though they had slightly different reasons. With a defeated cry Dojoon dropped your hand, accepting his fate. “So I really can’t make you come back to me.” He rubbed over his eyes with his sleeve, silently cursing himself for being so stupid.

Your lips quivered as you leaned forward and pressed them one last time against his bruised ones. The kiss tasted salty and conveyed all the regret and the love you two still felt.

“Thank you”, you whispered while you stepped back, your hand ever so slowly dropping from his cheek. You looked at him one last time, clutching the door as if your life depended on it.

“I hope you’ll come back to me.” Dojoon looked at you with hopeful eyes. “One day at least.”

You mustered a crooked smile as you closed the door, not daring to answer him without breaking down once more. You leaned against the closed door, silently listening to his retreating steps.

He could make you mad, he could make you scream. He definitely could make you cry and made you actually leave. Sometimes he even made you hate him for everything, even hate yourself for saying things you didn’t mean. But you couldn’t say whether he could make you come back to him.

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[blumarine-chaos]

Top 20 THE ROSE songs.

[187days]

Day Ninety-Four

Well, folks, it’s official: I’m no longer cool. 

There’s a dance next weekend, and I didn’t get asked to chaperon. Probably because I didn’t let the seniors throw the freshmen into the air and stuff at the last one. 

Whoops. 

My students still generally like me, though. I was jamming to The Rose’s “Cure” between blocks (I always play music during bell changes), and a bunch of them told me that was a good choice. I also got lots of compliments on my outfit today: jeans, boots, flannel, puffy vest. It’s basic Millennial style, but apparently that works on me. So yay.

And, academically, we’ve had a good opening week. Today I taught my World students how to do annotations (highlighting an article, asking questions about it, defining new vocabulary, summarizing the main ideas in the margins). We read and annotated an article about world geography together, then I showed some slides to add visual detail to what they’d read (ie- one part of the article was about climate zones, so one of my slides was a map of those). The last few slides showed areas of high poverty and areas of conflict on the map, and students were quick to notice that they tended to overlap, and that they clustered in particular parts of the world. One of my Block 3 students correctly guessed that the environment in those parts of the world played a role in that. I confirmed her guess, and added that changes to the environment- namely climate change- had an even bigger role, in many cases. Then I assigned an article for them to annotate on their own about that: practicing a skill, gaining more knowledge! 

I wanted them to have enough time to finish the annotation in class, but some of them ended up having to take it home, so I’ve made a mental note to tweak my future lessons and get my usually impeccable sense of timing back. I did do better Block 3 than Block 2 today, and it’s not like anyone left with a ton of work undone- maybe a couple paragraphs of reading and annotating, tops- but longtime readers know I love it when my lesson fit perfectly into the block.

My GOV lesson did, in fact, fit perfectly today. I lectured about the failures of the Articles of Confederation and the drafting of the Constitution. Then I had students get into groups and look at the original seven articles Constitution to identify the ways in which it establishes an elite, pluralist, or participatory model democracy (after explaining what those terms mean, of course). Both groups decided to tackle the assignment by dividing up the articles, then sharing what they’d found in whichever article(s) they’d read. It’s a good strategy, and I was pleased both by the fact that they were willing to ask me for clarification as needed (sometimes AP students are reluctant to admit they need help) and that they found more evidence- particularly for the pluralist and participatory models- than I’d had on my own notes. It’s a tough assignment, they did a great job, and we wrapped up with just enough time to put my room in order (since they’d moved the tables and chairs around to work in groups) before the bell. 

Boom. 

The other thing I did today was send emails introducing myself to all of my students’ parents. I’ve already gotten a few positive and informative replies to that, and a few that just thanked me for the introduction. In my opinion, it’s key to reach out to parents early on and establish that communication, so I’m happy to do it. 

[honeysucklelips]

[cherrycola-angel]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pretty when i cry ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[kitkatkey]

Izzy singing a song from the 1940s in the 1700s is peak historical accuracy, no notes

[girlbloggen]

bunny shaped bread slice

[m155d10r]

[jenvyhc]

when they say I'm pretty, but I want to be the kind of pretty that people stop to look at me.

[minijenn]

Magic and Mystery Meet Again... in Universe Falls

WE ARE SO BACK BABES! SO EXCITED THAT NEW UF'S COVER IS DONE! Honestly it was so much fun to work on this, to get my head back into thise world with these characters. Now that this is done, I feel like I'm finally ready to push on with the fic and get it off the ground for ya'll.

For those of you not in the know... Universe Falls is a crossover between Gravity Falls and Steven Universe, where the events of both shows happen concurrently. Originally posted back in 2015, new UF is a ground-up rewrite/reboot/revival, condensed down quite a bit with a heavier emphasis on original content and improved writing. You can check the fic out right over here!

[pllblog]

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧A moody fall day✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

[rosemarytrash]

incredibly self indulgent little thing ft rosemary in my wife and i's pride parade fits ♡

[jenniferchecksbitch]

[444prilsbae]

[spirited-splashes]

Just watched a Matt Rose video and saw this tweet and realized I had to—

[cherrycola-angel]

Salvatore can wait, now it’s time to eat soft ice cream 🌊🍦🍓 ✧˚ · .