#feels coming

[grilledcheesebandit]

You’re thinking its now or never, to make it right with the only persons feelings you care about. While she reads that oversized magazine.

Part 1

[0ri0ri]

Ahhhh oh no..... the next fairy tail epiosde is with Aquarius and the key and feels ughhh

[duhfeelsfairy]

Currently clearing out everything in my drafts so I'm gonna start writing and stop being lazy now 

[wendymoto]

I get the same amount of feels when making zexal gifs than watching the actual show.  

[hisokan]

homusubireplied to yourpost:homusubireplied to yourpost:wonder if minato...

Yes, Karin and Sakura’s moment together last time was so beautiful! I really want Hashirama or Minato to comment on Karin being a “strong Uzumaki woman” or something. And I want Taka and Team 7 to fight side by side!

yes that would be really perfect if they did(both scenarios)! i think the main focus of the coming reunions is gonna be about team 7 more so than anything else. i expect tears from pretty much everyone when they find out sasuke is protecting the village/turned good.

[howellboutno-blog]

You've Been On My Mind || Perrie & Dan

Dan was sitting there in the lounge in his cat shirt and jeans, just getting back from the store to get Maltesers for them. Perrie and himself, that is. He was waiting for her to get out her room, but it looks like there was no use for that--just like this morning.

Perrie has been living with Dan for about a week now, and he, at least, has been loving it. More than he lived with Phil, honestly. Something new, exciting, and she was completely undeniably beautiful and definitely a character. She would listen to him, talk to him, and he always returned the favour. Something attacked his stomach every time she was around, and he tried his best not to fuck something up. Moral of story--Dan was seeing himself take interest in her.

"Perrie, can you come here?" he yelled from the couch into her room with a huge bag of Maltesers in one hand. He sat it beside him, playing with his phone until she came. Dan got to spend a lot of time with Perrie lately. Rather it being mini dance parties, video making, walks. He was beginning to feel like a whole person again...but he was always afraid of getting emotionally attached, so he never bothered.

[yeseggsy-blog]

The Lanterns

It's raining. The kind of rain that sounds like it's angry as it hits your windshield. I don't know if my mood is coming from the rain, or if I'm projecting it onto the rain. Either way, I feel the same. My car is cold and my hands are colder, gripping the steering wheel with enough strength to make a normal man's knuckles go white, but mine are white all the time, so they remain their normal colour.

I've been sitting here for some time. Maybe twenty minutes. Maybe two hours. I don't know. It's been long enough to chill me to the bone without the heater on, I know that much. But I can't bring myself to move. Not when I know what I'm going to encounter. It's the worst part, knowing what it is, but convincing yourself to go see it anyway. You need to. If you don't, there will always be the abstractness. Not being able to concretely see what has gotten you... like this. I need to see, just as much as I need to leave. I want to leave, to go home, to get hot chocolate and will this all away with my sons in my lap, but I can't. Not when I know. Not when I'm this close. I briefly wonder if it counts as insanity to hate something and love something so fucking much.

Without realizing it at first, my hands pry themselves from the steering wheel and wrench open the door. The chill wind hits me - it must be thirty or so outside, just above the temperature for freezing rain. The rain hurts as it hits my hair and skin. Tugging the collar of my coat on more tightly, I make the few quick strides to the cover, not even shutting my car door. I'll regret that soon, but at the moment, it doesn't even register to me.

There's the door. 107. Ground floor. A shit number on a shit door on the first shitty floor of a shitty motel. It's still twenty feet away. I could leave now. I could turn around, go back to my car, and turn it on. I could run. I could suppose, I could forget, I could rationalize. I could leave. I could leave. This repeats in my head as my feet carry me to the door.I could leave. I could leave.

But I don't.

The strained gasp coming from behind the thin wood of the door makes my hand pause on the doorknob. I could swear I felt my heart stop beating for a moment frozen in time. The anger and adrenaline that immediately shoots through me is enough to wrench the door open.

My suspicions and fears are realized. There she is. The woman I love. The girl I stole away. The woman to whom I gave the shattered remains of my heart once she picked up and glued the pieces back together. The woman I promised my life to. The girl whose children I raise as my own. The girl.... I married. Turned and looking at me with deer in the headlight eyes, immediately yanking sheets up above the place where her pussy was midway through thrusting down upon his dick. The girl I thought was the most beautiful and wonderful girl in the world, covered in a sheen of sweat from vicious and passionate love making, poised above a man whose face I do not recognize.

Nothing is said. Their eyes are on me, and mine go from her, to the bed, to him, and back again. The door is letting in the cold air, as though I am bringing it with me. And all at once it starts. "Kura--!" She gasps, fumbling around. The man's voice interjects "Listen, I--"

But I can't hear them. I can't hear anything. All I can hear is a loud ringing in my ears, the kind that drowns out noise, thought, touch. She shoves herself off of him and yanks at the sheets, covering her naked body and giving no thought to his. I stride over and do the only thing that occurs in my mind to do.

You hear stories of people who kill their cheating spouses and their lovers in a fit of passion. A jealous rage overtakes them, and before they knew what was happening they were washing the blood from their hands. That didn't happen to me. I of all people you would have thought. Murdering them was the furthest thing from my mind. But I couldn't just leave, like others would have. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't have kept myself composed enough to leave with dignity. No. I couldn't do that.

Emotions pooled in my stomach as quick as anything, mixing together into a ball of something deep inside of me. That something wanted to come out. Anger, hurt and pain, betrayal, hatred, and all of the raw emotion that comes with your heart shattering in your chest - they all burst forth from me in a single yell right in his face. There were no words, no sounds, no phonetics that could describe my yell. It was simply a yell of passion. Of anger. Of hate. Of everything at once. 

They both froze again as I yelled, and couldn't seem to move as I whipped around, and headed back for the door.

"Bakura--" She tried again. I could hear tears in her voice, a strain, a rasp that sounded as though she could sob at any moment. "Bakura listen --"

As I stepped outside she finally made it to grasp my arm tightly to try and prevent me from leaving, her other arm holding tight to the mouldy old bedsheet clumsily tied around her thin body.

I glared at her over my shoulder with as much of that something as I could fit into a gaze. "Don't," I growled, using the voice I usually saved for people I loathed. She had never heard it before. Dropping my arm like she'd been electrocuted, her face very red, her mouth closed mid-sentence. I could hear the man behind me get up and walk over. I still don't know if he had intended on punching me or apologizing to me. Either way, I didn't want to hear or feel either. I walked away, back to my car. The meek and tearful 'Stop it!' from behind me told me he tried to comfort her, and she batted him away. Good. At least she had a sense of shame.

I reach my car and close the door, turning the key. I can't stay here. It doesn't make sense for me to stay here. But I don't know where to go, what to do now. My mind is ice. Nothing but ice. Cold and blank and vastly empty. I don't see where I'm going. I must have been on autopilot, because no harm came to me or my car. It really wouldn't have been too bad of a thing if I had been killed in a car wreck, though. Maybe the pain would stop, then.

When I regain awareness of where I am, I am nowhere I recognize. It looks like the runes of a Japanese Shintoist statue and temple-like area, just off the main road. I have been driving on two grooves in the Earth instead of a paved road for some time, it seems. I've never seen anywhere like this. I can't bring myself to care. The rain has finally stopped, now. It's still freezing cold outside, so I stay in my car. My eyes find a large tree, not too far in front of me, with lanterns hanging from its many branches. If they had been lit before, the rain certainly took care of that. Lights extinguished, they simply hung there, limply, looking more like pathetic whisps of paper clinging onto a rickety wooden frame than the brilliantly luminous lanterns they must have been before the rain hit. I find myself wondering if there was someone to put the lanterns up, or if they'll come to put new ones on or bother to repair the old ones. Or if, after many rains, they'll just give up and there won't be any lanterns at all on the great old tree. That would be sort of a shame, I think, but then again, who is there to see the lanterns? The lantern man? And me... I suppose it doesn't really matter if the lanterns are lit or not. It just would have been nice to see.

I wonder if she'll find me. I wonder if I'll manage to go back. I wonder if I'll move at all, or if I'll let this body waste away in the car, unable to feel pains of hunger or thirst through the numbness that has spread to my entire body. I don't have to answer those questions right now. Right now, I can just stare at the limp debris of what used to be brilliant lanterns, and imagine what they would look like if they were fixed.