(*better and more hilarious)


When the hyungs are just a bunch of meanies, Joonyoung becomes a bored cutie ^_^

killthebxy  asked:

character development question: which of us is the older twin? we need to sort out who's thing one and who's thing two.

ravens. @killthebxy

headcanon proposal that the JON TWINS’ order of deliver is shrouded in mystery, because between the two midwives the babies’ armbands got switched out - and they lost track of which one came out first. while SNOW is older by a couple minutes - it remains a heated debate between them, and one they often ponder.

title: Mine Now

author: aclosetlarryshipper

word count: 32k

After Harry is expelled from private school, he joins a secret competition to get back at the boy who made it happen.


This is the story of how Harry finds himself pouting in Louis’ passenger seat with a raging boner on the way to seduce his ex boyfriend.

For the best person in the world @rniq

headcanon where abby gets injured gathering medical supplies and kane has to carry her back to camp [inspired by]

Happy Halloween | Teen Wolf Preference

not requested. but it’s halloween. i had to. 

S C O T T  - 

Scott knew that Halloween, though once your favorite day of the year, was no longer fun or exciting for you. It had stopped being fun when you realized that your day-to-day life was now an actual Halloween horror story, and you didn’t see the point in celebrating something that happened regularly now. Scott, however, wasn’t having it, determined to not let you stay by yourself on a Saturday night that you used to look forward to every year. He showed up at your house, a large bag of candy clutched in his left hand. He held it up, a shy smile on his face when you opened the door. 

“I know you don’t really celebrate anymore, and I get that, but you shouldn’t be alone on Halloween. So, I brought some candy, and I brought The Nightmare Before Christmas, which I know you used to love…so what do you say?” You chuckled, nodding happily and dragging him inside. It became your little tradition to just do that every Halloween, and soon enough, you were back to celebrating like you had all those years ago. 

S T I L E S - 

Stiles showed up at your house on the night of Halloween perfectly dressed up in his classic Batman costume, something that he had been sporting every year since he was fourteen. Surprisingly, it still fit. You had chosen not to dress up this year, and Stiles was clearly disappointed in you. 

“Seriously? Nothing? You’re such a loser,” your boyfriend whined, stomping his foot impatiently. “We are not too old to trick or treat! Go get a costume on, I’m getting my free candy.” 

“Stiles, we’re almost eighteen, and you’ve worn that outfit for almost four years now, isn’t it time to put the costumes away and hand out candy to the kids?” You held up a bowl of candy, but Stiles grabbed a large handful before you could move it again. 

“Nope. Good thing I brought you a costume!” He cheerfully held up a plastic bag, and you knew before you even opened it what it was going to be. Of course, it was Cat-Woman. You groaned, but begrudgingly went inside your house to change, leaving Stiles to do his victory dance outside your house. When you were all dressed up, you had to admit that you were feeling the Halloween spirit again. He clapped cheerfully, dragging you down the steps of your house and through the neighborhood in search of candy. 

“Aren’t you kids a little old to be trick or treating?” One old woman asked, her eyebrows raised skeptically at the two teens dressed as superheroes. You and Stiles look at each other, shaking your heads and laughing loudly. 

“Nope! You both declared cheerfully, holding out your candy bags with bright grins on your faces. The woman shook her head, sighing as she filled your bags. You had definitely missed all the free candy. And your perfectly dorky boyfriend. 

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True love isn’t roses, or diamonds, or grand romantic gestures, or physical intimacy. True love is comfort. Safety. Trust. Honesty. Knowledge. Acceptance. A candlelit dinner for two is lovely, but it’s nicer to prepare their favorite, simple, comfort-food meal and have it waiting for them when they come home after a long day.

True love is knowing his favorite book, her favorite film, the country he’s always wanted to visit, and the song that always moves her to tears. It’s remembering that he hates cilantro and leaving it out of the home-made guacamole, and making sure she’s OK during thunderstorms because you know that they frighten her.

It’s sitting through a concert for a band only he loves and enjoying yourself anyway, not because of the music itself, but because of how happy he is to share it with you.

It’s remembering that she adores sunflowers and buying the teacup with sunflowers on it for her…just because.

It’s picking up that antique volume of Keats at the used bookstore for him because he mentioned how much it meant to him in college, and taking her hand and pulling her out to the car on a July evening to drive to a field of fireflies because she talked about how much she loved catching them when she was little.

It’s the little gestures - flowers for no reason, breakfast in bed just because it’s Tuesday, flea markets, movie nights, silly dancing in the kitchen, inside jokes, water fights with the garden hose, shoveling snow so she doesn’t have to, reminding him to bring his sunglasses, covering her ears for her when you watch fireworks, leaving cute notes in his sock drawer, buying her shampoo when you notice it’s running low, and sewing the button back on his jeans.

But mostly, it’s the quiet realization that, while you can still happily enjoy things on your own, you’d rather not. Everything is “less” when you’re alone. Not worse, just…less. Because you know that every adventure, every sunset, every trip, every meal, every crisis, every movie, every fun day out, every book, every song, every dance, every hardship, every single moment will be better when shared. That everything will be more fun, more enjoyable, more memorable, more meaningful, more bearable, more hilarious, more moving, and just plain better…with them.

~ With Them; May 17th, 2015


We’ll just call you Dave,

We’ll just call you Dave,


We’ll just call you Dave..

Remember when someone asked if my sister and I were twins

Well she showed up at our house today wearing the exact same sweater. We both bought them at Target, because they were on sale, duh. Pretty sure we don’t look like twins though. Just goofy. Also the family enjoyment of on-sale clothes is clearly strong.

Who wore it better? 


You were wonderful Rika!!  Love you ^-^

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It’d been a while since Jack could come back to visit Mark,
but it was all worth it. Spending time with a friend was always
fun and especially playing games together in person was just
100 times better, and more hilarious. Mark was excited to hand
over some games the two could play together; maybe even
get drunk and THEN play the games. Either way it’d be a
ton of fun. Hopefully.

            ❛❛ Hey Jack! Ready to play a game?–
                    I think you’ll really like this one.