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Word was an extravagant thing. It was a symbol of communication, a piece of linguistic form with various element. Used to express bazillion of human emotion such as; joy, agony, discomfort, rage, and love.

In here, I am going to show you a various range of words that I found fascinating. Either it could bring you joy, or maybe sorrow. I hope you will enjoy this little journey of words with me.

MASTERLIST

─────────ೋღ  Eccedentiast ღೋ─────────

(n.) someone who fakes a smile, when all they want to do is cry, disappear or die

─────────ೋღ Saudade ღೋ─────────

(n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to someone or something that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains”

─────────ೋღ Ilunga ღೋ─────────

(n.) a person who will forgive anything the first time, tolerate in the second time, but never at the third time 

─────────ೋღ Elegiac ღೋ─────────

(adj.) expressing sadness, especially because someone has died or because something no longer exist 

─────────ೋღ Anagapesis ღೋ─────────

(n.) no longer feeling any affection for someone you once loved 

─────────ೋღ Querencia ღೋ─────────

(n.) a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are most authentic self 

─────────ೋღ Epiphany — Part 2 ღೋ─────────

(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of something that is very important to you

─────────ೋღ Balter ღೋ─────────

(v.) to dance artlessly, without particular graze or skill but usually with enjoyment 

─────────ೋღ Caim ღೋ─────────

(n.) an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body with a hand, that reminds you that you are safe and loved, even in the darkest time

─────────ೋღ Agape ღೋ─────────

(n.) the highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial, and unconditional love; persist no matter the circumstances. Always giving and devotes total commitment to seek the highest and the best.

Christmas: The Baker Way

plot: you find yourself at the yearly christmas party single for the first time in forever, and you might have developed feelings for a certain someone. 

a/n: i haven’t written in a very long time so! this is v soft :’)

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Hiyaaa!!! Can you do a Illumi imagine in which he opens up to reader for the first of how he is always lonely and reader comforts him by telling him that they will never leave him as they love him?!

Hiiiii!!! OOO so this was a really interesting request to me because at first I was like “hmm idk if Illumi would” bUT the more I thought about it and the more I analyzed his character, I think I figured out how he would. Like he wouldn’t do it in the same way Killua would, so I really had to get into his mind for this. Haha anyways sorry for the ramble, I hope you enjoy and I hope you enjoy this!! Some vulnerable Illumi for the soul<3

Illumi had never questioned his place in this world, nor his place within the family. He was the eldest Zoldyck. He was had a role in the family. He was an assassin. He had no need for friends. He lived in a completely different world. He had no time for human feelings such as loneliness and longing. He was born to kill, born to serve his family. 

This is how the Illumi Zoldyck held his outlook on life. He was built to serve his family. Oh and they loved him anyways, right? Of course they did! If they didn’t love him, why would they always be sending him off to work? Why would he be the one to clean up any messes from the others if he wasn’t loved? Love to a human was deep, love to an assassin was recognition and skill. His parents loved him, that’s why he kept working. Killua loved him, that’s why Killua was able to harness all his talent and be the heir to the family business. 

At least that’s how Illumi saw the world, until his whole world came crashing down. He was walking about the Zoldyck Mansion, as he does on a regular day, and stopped outside the room where his parents were screaming. 

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Kikyo screamed, a muffled sob could be heard as her voice broke. “If it wasn’t for you, Killua would be home now. He would be here, where he belongs and carrying on the business. It’s your fault he’s running around freely!”

“He will be back,” Silva responded, unfazed by the woman’s outbreak. “This is my son we are talking about. You and I know very well he’s not like the others. He is a success.”

“And what if he never comes back?” she rebutted, not showing signs of calming down. “What are we supposed to do? Give the business to Illumi? Our first attempt and failure! The family is better off dead than in the hands of him!” 

“Will you stop it already!” Silva raised his voice. “You know I’m no idiot, I would never hand off the business to Illumi. You and I both know he is just a pawn, one we made to be thrown away. He serves us nothing like Killua will. We will get Killua back.” 

While Illumi listened in with what appeared to be an emotionless expression, his heart began to shatter has realization set in. He was unloved? He was unwanted? He would be casted aside? He would serve no purpose? He had no purpose? This world has no space for him? 

He rushed away from the scene, his thoughts racing as he tried to deny it all. It couldn’t be real, right? He was an assassin. He had no reason to long for love, for accept. Then why was he now falling apart? 

Now he found himself at your doorstep, breathing heavily as he repeatedly knocked on the door till you answered. 

“Illumi!” you answered surprised. “What are you doing here? I thought yo-”

“Do I have purpose?” Illumi asked, cutting you off. 

“Well yeah of course,” you answered confused at his sudden outburst. “Why are you asking?” 

“I don’t know who I am anymore,” his usual emotionless face became consumed with pain. He looked as if his whole body was about to break, like a fragile piece of glass. One more hit, and he would be shattered. You quickly pulled him inside and onto the couch, asking him gently what was going on. You let him know you were safe, that he could come to you. He had never opened up to anyone like this before, so at first was nervous. However, you were so gentle to him and so welcoming, he found himself able to tell you it all. He told you how lonely he was growing up, the abuse he faced, the lack of love and appreciation from his parents, how Killua left him, the conversation he just heard, and how he is only now realizing how empty he is. He had finally opened his heart up to not just you, but to himself. 

“Illumi,” you hugged him tightly. “I had no idea you were carrying all that. I mean I knew you had a rough upbringing, but I never knew how hard. I’m sorry you have been through all this. I promise, you are enough. You have me and all my love. I love you more than anything Illumi. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here for you, always.” 

For what felt like the first time, Illumi allowed himself to be consumed by your love as he melted in your touch, leaning on you. You two had been together for a few months now, but for the first time Illumi’s eyes and heart were opened. He realized he had been chasing after this type of real, pure love his entire love. He was human. He was lonely, and now he is loved. The gates to his heart were open. He was experiencing real love for once, and he loved it. 

“Even when I was making things that made me happy, I was susceptible to other people’s energy who were unhappy for me.So I was just like, ‘Uh, okay, yeah… you’re right, man.’ I go back and listen to Hotel Diablo and I’m like, ‘Fuck you, I had it right the whole fuckin’ time.’ It coincides perfectly with Tickets To My Downfall because it starts out purely a rap project, and then divulges into the deepest parts of my mind, soul, my past, revealing things that I’m like, ‘I’m probably this way because of this.’ And then it does this beautiful transition into the last song being I Think I’m OKAY, which is a pop-punk song. The deepest, most honest parts of your thoughts is Hotel Diablo, and it ends by being like, ‘You know what? I think I’m okay. I’m okay with all of this – and now I’m going to make the project that’s for myself and others who accept that they’re just different.’ And, I mean, dude: I’m just grateful to be alive. I was probably supposed to be dead a long time ago, so I’m just stoked to be alive at this point.” 

 —  Machine Gun Kelly for Kerrang! Magazine

“So, you’re a Dad right?”

litany in which certain things are crossed out by richard siken / dead poets society (1989) / if we were villains by m.l.rio / it: chapter two (2019) / the secret history by donna tartt

You: “being in the closet”

Me, an intellectual: “keeping a straight face”

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script from @bluecollarbabe1 on instagram. even if you can't protest, you can still be heard. use your voice. do something.

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To whom it may concern:

I am writing you about the murder of George Floyd by MPD officers Derek Chauvin, Thomas Lane, J. Alexander Kueng, and Tou Thao. These men were not upholding the law, they were committing murder and terrorizing their community. Being fired is not an appropriate response to the crime. All officers must be charged with murder.

We cannot continue this way. This is not the way forward. Use your station and power for change; for good. Give a voice to the smothered. Prove that all lives matter. Do your job.

police@minneapolismn.gov

When the streets clear and the ashes fade, George Floyd will not be forgotten. The events transpiring may very well be plastered into history books. The world is watching. My generation will not fail to tell our children exactly what happened. Your actions now will cement how you are remembered. If you stand up and act, you will be remembered for your bravery, choosing to enact justice. If not, history will sneer at your cowardice. The choice is yours.

MPD EMAILS:

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knowing it’s selfish.

plot: you’re a first-time actor and you’ve caught the butterflies for your co-star. 

A/N: this is kinda long oops! let me know what you think ;)

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