-Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

EIGHT FUCKING MONTHS LATER TUMBLR FINALLY RESTORED MY BLOG

Bruno tried hard to hide the fact that though his smile was unfaltering, his hands were shaking. Mirabel was found, the family was reunited and everyone was happy. It was time for him to leave, before he ruined everything like he normally did.

Besides, he family was better off without him anyways. He had seen it. 

It occurred to him a little late that with the house gone, he didn’t have anywhere to go to.

He decided that that didn’t matter. 

He had to get away from his family first. 

They had made it clear that they didn’t want him around, from what he had overheard through the walls. And also from the years outside his walls. He was unwelcome. He was a hindrance. He was-

“Tío Bruno!” called out a disbelieving voice. “are you leaving?”

Wanted. He was wanted. 

Bruno turned back around to face his family and smiled.

I’m sick of sipping pumpkin drinks and would-be-anniversaries.

you’re there. hand-catching fish, achilles in the stream with the current biting your roll-ups.

i watch through a lens because it’s all I can hold in one hand.

the painkillers will lose to the wisdom teeth every time

yet I’m supposed to thank the growing pains

that mean my clothes will never fit me in the right places again.

sleep is the closest i can get to morphine

until the sepia bows to the afterparty

and I no longer have to stand as a crucifix

on a ledge that’s never quite high enough.

just once, I want the sky to actually be on fire when he says he’ll be,

so I can count time until the moon arrives to cauterise the damage.

achilles//r.t.

Is any of my shit posting or??

mirajane-midorinome:

@themagicianhisoka 

Looking down at the snow covered streets late at night was one of the things Mira did to calm herself down and relax in situation like these, where she can’t fall asleep at all. With her cup of hot cocoa in hand and a heavy duvet hanging on her shoulders. 

The corner of her eyes caught a flare of red passing by the sidewalk, and she approached the cold glass to confirm her suspicions. Honestly, there were only so many people with a hair color that can stand out like this  and  have a habit of roaming the streets at night to look for trouble. Sliding the door open, She bends over the reeling and calls out to him Three stories down. 

“You know you’re gonna catch a cold if you walk around in this weather without a coat ~” 

“Finally, a weather I can enjoy~” hisoka cooed softly as the brisk, snow-filled wind washed over his arms and face. It was nights like these that made him more at ease than his usual bloodthirsty mood. He didn’t quite wanna wreak havoc as much as he usually did… He was calm. He continued to walk, the layer of snow crunching softly underneath his feet. A single snowflake fell on his hand, and he watched as it slowly melted away with a smile on his face.

All he could hear was the emptiness of the town, until a voice called out to him.

“Really now~? Would you take care of me if I did? ♦️” he called out, finding his play thing for the night.

bloggingryanross:

Wow!

I take longer to post on this account than Ryan does on insta!

BUT now that i’m back and i have learned how to edit pretty well, i will be posting videos!!! I have also been accepted to model for Halifornia so i might post pictures of anyone interested??? Message me what you’d like to see with this account!!

I’M BACK BITCHES! I’ve been gone for a while, and I promise I’ll pick back up. While I was gone we reached over 1,200 followers! Wow. You guys are seriously awesome. Here’s a little gift from me to you…

No, but actually. I’ve been so horny recently that I actually would blow several of you. Potentially at once. 

Cho Chang’s psychology training from the Muggle university was what gave her an illuminating life purpose. After several years in therapy, she knew that she had to gather that same knowledge, had to find a way to give clarity to others. Her war-hero status makes it easy to get the Ministry to arrange her position as Muggle among students with her same passion. 

She learns about the human mind, heart, and soul, and ways to deal with the complicated processes that happen there. Every new thing she learns seems to get her closer and closer to being able to help people. By the time she’s a certified psychiatrist, her path seems so clear she wonders how she didn’t see it before. 

She wants desperately to work at Hogwarts, caring for students’ minds alongside those caring for their bodies. How could she set up in her beloved Hogsmeade, or in the ward at St. Mungo’s with a whole school of children who need her, who need someone to draw the tangled darkness from their minds and hearts the way no one had for her? It wasn’t fair to leave the adolescents of the wizarding world without care for their psyches - it hadn’t been fair to Cho, and it certainly wasn’t fair now that they were living and learning on the grounds of the bloodiest battle of good and evil in the last century. 

She brings her proposition of employment before the Headmistress and the schoolboard with shaking hands, but she is not afraid. She has the tools to help, now, and she’s confident that they’ll let her. 

love around my neck startin’ to feel like a noose

roses ~ benny blanco, juice wrld, brendon urie

day seventy two: a song people wouldn’t expect you to like

“This Alfredo is so good.” I shoved more food into my mouth. My boyfriend of two years, Namjoon, laughed at me. We were at a Italian restaurant for a date. He reached over and grabbed my chin and wiped the sauce from the Alfredo off the corners of my mouth. After he retreated back to his seat I looked down and avoided eye contact with him.

“Awh is my baby blushing?” Namjoon teased.

“S-shut up.” I stumbled with my words.

Namjoon got out his seat and pushed mines back, grabbing my hands to pull me out the chair. We walked through the building with velvet walls and dimmed lights with candles on each table. We got outside to a balcony.

“It’s cold out here Nam.”

I turned back around to go back inside but he wrapped me in a hug. He wrapped some of his jacket around me and I breathed out in delight as my face was resting on his warm chest. He rocked us from side to side lightly. I looked up at him and smiled at his face illuminating off the moonlight. I kissed his cheek and then his lips. He kissed me even harder and I pulled away.

“Now you have lipstick on your lips.” I giggled and tried to wipe it off with my thumb.

Namjoon’s phone started to go off and I pulled away for him to get it. He looked at the screen and hesitated to answer but he did at the end. He held up a finger as he stepped back into the restaurant.

That was 5 weeks ago.

“Joonie don’t you want to order pizza and then maybe watch cartoons and have cuddles that will lead to a fucking session?” I asked with a cheeky grin.

His eyes was still glued to that damn phone. He was typing away and I poked his arm. He looked up, “Yeah?”

I scoffed, “You didn’t even hear a word I just said.” I pouted.

“I’m sorry baby,” He scoped me in his arms and kissed my lips. “We can do whatever you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder with an innocent smiled.

His eyes went wide for a second before he snapped back into his perverted mind. He layed me underneath him on the bed and started to kiss me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso. I pushed my tongue in his mouth while his hand went under my thin tank top. I jumped when his phone started to go off again for the 4th time today while we been together. It hasn’t even been two hours yet.

Namjoon reached over to grab his phone and I looked at him like he was the dumbest guy alive. Was he serious? I pushed him off me and stormed out the room to the bathroom. Must’ve been his manager.

That was 4 weeks ago.

I haven’t had a moment with him to myself in weeks now.

I was off to my best friend’s house to chill since Namjoon was stuck in the studio again for the third time this week. I didn’t argue when he blew me off since I know how much his work means to him. I don’t want to be that needy girlfriend that boys hate. I was chill and I respect his work ethic.

“You should’ve called me an hour in advance.” My friend Alice tightened her robe as she let me in her house.

“Sorry, didn’t know you’ll be doing that nasty stuff.” I laughed at her.

She giggled and told me to wait while she went to get properly dressed. I flopped on the long couch as if this was a second home to me; actually it was. The smell of an expensive candle that was burning on the glass table in the middle of the living room came to my nose. I mentally checked myself to steal one of her candles before I left.

“Girl if you don’t get off my couch like that.” She came back in with a hoodie that obviously wasn’t hers, seeing how big it was on her.

I flicked her off and continued to lay on her couch while she sat on the chair that was opposite of me.

“So what’s up?”

“Nothing much, I was bored and Namjoon is in the studio still so yeah.” I sat up and took off my shoes.

Alice nodded but after a second her eyebrows started to scrunch up, leaving a confused expression on her face. “He’s always in that studio, he’s sounds like Yoongi now.”

I laughed, “Yeah he does doesn’t he?”

She nodded and eyed me. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it back with a shake of her head. Now I was confused.

“What is it?” I spoke up.

She hesitated before giving an answer, “It’s just…when’s the last time you two hung out?”

“Umm..,” I kept thinking over these last 3 weeks and strange enough me and my boyfriend hasn’t really hung out once. “I don’t know honestly.”

“Oh…” She bit her lip and quickly placed a smile on her face. “Want some tea?” Alice got out her seat and rushed to the kitchen without even getting an answer from me.

I frowned, something was off with her. She was hiding something from me. I fiddled with my fingers and thought about her question over in my head again. Why hasn’t me and my OWN boyfriend at least went out a date or something in 3 whole weeks? That’s almost a month! I slumped in my seat and the thoughts i didn’t even want to think started to invade my mind. Alice came back with the tea and my favorite mug she always let me use when I came over here. She handed me the tea with a sympathetic smile.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” I looked at my best friend with a hundred worries in my eyes.

She looked down at her mug and back up at me, “You know me and you are basically blood sister’s right?”

I nodded timidly, fearing the worse.

“Well as your sister I feel like I should tell you I feel weird about you and Namjoon’s relationship right now.”

My mouth got dry and I felt like I knew what she was about to suspect.

“Like what?” The words came out crokey, my throat suddenly hurting.

She placed her mug down on the table and pushed her long curly hair out her face to look me in the eyes but before she could say anything her boyfriend Yoongi came out from the hallway with a full outfit on. He waved at me but all I could do was give him a half hearted smile. He came over to give Alice a kiss on the cheek before walking to the door.

“Have you been in the bangtan studio lately Yoongi?” I blurted out. I needed answers asap.

“Yeah, why?” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“You been there these past three weeks?”

He nodded, “Why…wassup?”

I looked at my best friend and she shook her head, her hands tapping against her thigh; a habit she does whenever she gets pissed off or worried. After nobody answered Yoongi just shrugged and grabbed his keys before bidding goodbye to us before heading off to the studio.

“Text him.” Alice urged me.

I nodded and got my phone out my bag with shaky hands. I cursed at myself for trying to get emotional over this. I trusted him, he wouldn’t hurt or disrespect like that…would he?

I grabbed my black iPhone and unlocked it. I went to me and Namjoon messages. I looked back at our past ones for a second and sighed nervously. It was just him giving me one word replies and my stupid ass steady trying to get him to say more. Why would he say more to me when another girl has his attention? No, don’t think like that.

I sent him a message and awaited for his reply which didn’t take long surprisingly.

babygirl: hey nam, can i come to the studio?

24 minutes to respond.

babyboy: nah im busy rn

babygirl: oh okay…well i love you.

Read.

I blinked back some of the tears that was threatening to spill over. I will not cry, nope not now at least. Alice came and sat by me and looked down at the messages. She looked at me and I smiled at her to assure her I was alright even though I really wasn’t.

“It’s okay to cry. ” She rubbed my back but I shook my head.

“Let me text Yoongi.” She got up and went back to her room to retrieve her phone before proceeding back into the living room.

While she texted him I started to think of all the things that could’ve went wrong in the relationship. What did I do that made him want to stray off and find somebody else? What happened?

“He isn’t at the studio…” Alice trailed off with a quiet tone. She showed me her messages of Yoongi saying how Namjoon wasn’t in the studio. I slipped out a laugh that wasn’t humorous at all. It was quite dejected.

“I have to go.” I packed all my stuff back in my purse and got up to head to her front door.

“I’m sorry girl.” Alice walked me out and squished me in one her hard to breath hugs. Any other time I would’ve pushed her off but right now I needed it.

“Just come by if you need me, no matter what time.” I nodded and walked out with sorrow written all over my face.

// home.

I sat on the couch in me and Namjoon’s house with just a candle lite. A door opened and closed back signaling Namjoon was finally home; at 2 a.m.

“Shit it’s dark as fuck in here.” His heavy voice sent chills down my spine.

The lights flickered on and my eyes stayed put on the candle that was burning slowly.

“Hey Nam.” My voice came out raspy, like i’ve been screaming all day.

“H-hey…I thought you’ll be a-asleep by now.” He nervously smiled and came around the couch to see my face.

I shook my head and a tear rolled down my face. I knew I had to ask him the golden question but I was afraid of the answer. I didn’t want to lose the person I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.

“Hey, don’t cry. What’s wrong?” He rubbed my arm but I jerked away from his touch.

“Have you been cheating on me?” I finally looked at him.

He stared at me and I studied his eyes, his body movement, the way he told me he did even before it came out his mouth officially.

“Namjoon please just tell me.” I whispered.

“Yeah…I cheated. I’m sorry.” He looked down in his lap as if he was ashamed of what he did.

I quickly raised off the couch and dodged into our bedroom before he could see me break down. I slammed the closet door open and grabbed a random duffle bag before snatching clothes off hangers. My face was heated and my mind was dizzy. All I could do was let the tears roll down my face fast and try not to scream out.

Namjoon walked in and grabbed my arm to stop me from grabbing my stuff but i snatched my arm away.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” I pushed him away from me and he almost fell back with a shock expression on his face.

“C'mon ____ be rational right now!”

“BE RATIONAL? YOU FUCKING CHEATED ON ME!” I screamed in his face and wiped my hot cheeks with the back of my hand.

He snatched my duffle bag off the floor and started to throw shit back out. I reached over to grab it but he held it from me.

“You ain’t leaving this damn house until we talk.”

I screamed out of frustration. I threw my hands up, “WHAT IS THERE TO TALK ABOUT? YOU FUCKED SOME OTHER BITCH, THAT’S ALL THIS IS!”

“LET ME EXPLAIN ____!”

“NO! FUCK YOU!” Push.

“I HATE YOU SO MUCH!” Push.

“WHY ME NAMJOON!?” Push.

And he finally grabbed me and wrapped his arms around me as I shouted profanities towards him. I started to hit his chest to let me go but he just held me tighter.

“Let me go…” My voice was almost gone.

He shook his head and I heard him sniffle and that pissed me off even more. He has no right to be angry. Nobody forced him to cheat on me. “GET OFF ME!” I pushed him off and stumbled to the other side of the room. I was a mess right now.

“What did I do? Is it because I was to clingy? Am I not interesting anymore?”

“That’s not it—”

“THEN WHAT IS IT!?”

“Baby,”

“Don’t call me that bullshit!”

Namjoon put his hands up in defense and continued “It’s just I wanted some extra attention–”

I picked up the duffle bag and threw it at him when he said that. I stormed over to my keys and purse.

“____ please,” He walked towards me.

“No, we’re done. Fuck this.” I walked out the room and practically ran out the house and into my car. I slammed my car door and started to cry even more. This was it, this was my last time being with the man I love. I placed my head on my steering wheel and sobbed. I sat up and wiped my eyes and grabbed my keys to start the car up.

(tbc.)