Yeah , Like Same.

Imagine Finding out Edwards Secret and Having a Normal Human Response

“Say it”

“Vampire,” (Y/N) whispers and slowly starts to turn and runs away

“You know I can outrun you” Edward yells from his unchanged spot in the clouded forest

“YEAH BUT A BITCH CAN TRY”

MASTERLIST

Bangtan Sonyeondan

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f = fluff | a = angst | h = humor

i do not write smut (sorry!)

further request rules are here.

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Kim Namjoon

coming soon~

Kim Seokjin

one last try | a, f, h

he's moved on, and so have you. but the fact that he has suddenly makes you question if you have. cause if you have, shouldn't you not care that he has? yeah, you don't understand yourself either: coming soon~

Min Yoongi

➳ one-shot

true love’s kiss | a, f,

marking the day of his death anniversary, you’re given the prime to tick the clock and love your husband back to life. two things to keep in mind: (1) indifference, (2) a kiss.

Jung Hoseok

coming soon~

Park Jimin

➳ series

when the camellia blooms | 1 | 2 | a, f, h

diagnosed with the hanahaki disease, you had only two options—accept a deathly fate, or never love again.

Kim Taehyung

still, it’s you | a, f | ft. jungkook

succumbing to a menacing loss, you wake up in the arms of a man who claims to be your boyfriend even though he looks nothing like him: coming soon~

Jeon Jungkook

wildflower | a, f

you were too late to be his first love—that’s okay. you take comfort in his reassurance that you would be his last. if only it were true. alternatively, jungkook’s feelings are unrequited by his best friend before you came into his life: coming soon~

one last cry | a, f | ft. taehyung

she broke his heart. you fixed it. she pleads him back. you give him away. how the turn tables, if he wasn’t so devastated—: coming soon~

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✨ FESTA Ask Game ✨

1. When is your anniversary with Bangtan, and what song or performance made you become part of the fandom?

2. What era did you start following Bangtan? Is that your favorite era? If not, what is your favorite?

3. What was your first comeback? What do you remember most from that comeback?

4. Who was your first bias? Are they still your bias? Why or why not?

5. Share a favorite Bangtan moment.

6. Top five _____ (pick a member) outfits.

7. Which episode of Run! BTS is your comfort episode?

8. What’s your favorite concert performance?

9. If you could only watch one FESTA practice video for the rest of your life, which one would you pick?

10. Make a Bangtan playlist for the end of the world.

11. Which Bangtan Bomb never fails to make you laugh?

12. Best Bangtan choreo?

13. What’s your favorite music show performance?

14. Top three music videos.

15. Five best songs for _____ (pick a mood or an activity).

16. Who is your Bangtan OTP?

17. What’s your favorite cover of a Bangtan song?

18. If you had an afternoon to go Namjooning, what kind of activity would you choose?

19. Whose closet would you raid, because you love their style?

20. What’s the one Bangtan lyric that’s stuck with you from the moment you first heard it?

im utterly torn apart, but in a good way..?

the train of lost souls

↳ fantasy au

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader, hoseok | reader ◇ genre: angst and tiny bits of fluff ◇ word count: 13.610 ◇ warnings: mentions of past death  ◇ author’s note: I promise it’s not tragic, though it might seem like it at first. pls believe in me! :)) on another note, let’s just pretend they are all the same age here, since I planned the story that way~

The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.

You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile — all of it, completely gone.

Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.

You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it.

The choice is solely yours.

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a beauty

ghostin him

Summary: Life is nothing more than dull colors for you, your world shattered and laying in the shards of what once was rather than focusing on what is. That is until you meet Kim Namjoon, who is immediately taken by you without realizing you’re a girl with a whole lot of baggage, through tears and many sleepless nights you’re faced with a choice of hanging on with bleeding hands, or accepting what is, and letting go.

‘What did you do?’

‘I ruined everything. I kissed her and she looked at me like I was a ghost.’

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader, Taehyung/reader

Word Count: 26k

Genre: hurt and comfort, angst with a happy ending, whew this one is gonna hurt y’all, bakery!AU, one sided pining, unrequited feelings, some more angst, Jungkook just really loves his Noona, Namjoon is a mess, but so is MC,

Warning: this fic deals with major character death, mourning and suicidal thoughts, please read with caution!

Note: whew, I’m not gonna lie guys this is a pretty heavy fic! I poured a lot of sad feelings into this as just a way to vent out my sadness! I’d also like to mention I am fine lmao! I often get bouts of sadness and all of it went into this so I hope you enjoy! Last but not least a big big big thank you to @tiny-onecx​​ for beta reading this when it was a giant mess and helping me turn it into the bittersweet story it is today! <3

“Baby, come on, wake up,” His deep, dulcet voice quietly called out, a whine escaping you as you flopped onto your stomach, your face buried. Large hands grabbing your waist as his fingertips dragged against the open skin, “C’mon, you missed your alarm clock.” You felt his nose rub against your neck, hair tickling your skin and his body was so warm. 

Rolling over you groaned as you glanced at the man who laid beside you, Taehyung’s smile lit up like the sun as he let his fingers gently brush over the skin of your face, “Morning.” 

Adoration filled your whole chest, butterflies swarming in your stomach with giddy happiness you couldn’t ever adequately describe as a shy smile tugged on your lips, “Morning.” His fingers dragging down to your lips, thumbing the soft subtle lower lip. His forehead pressing against yours as he smiled once more, “Come on baby, let’s get up.” 

“Get up.” 

“Y/n, you’re gonna be late for work, what the hell!?” 

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She loves him, as she’s always loved him.

follower celebration edit: for @rorylgilmore

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

I hate lin manuel miranda and here's why:

SIKE SIKE

SIKE

go1denjeon’s opm series [m.list]

During August, we celebrate our language, Filipino. In celebration of it, here are seven stories inspired by some of my favorite OPM songs. I hope you enjoy.  

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