Pool (Grayson)


It was just a little after 1 A.M. and you sat with your feet dangling in the pool admiring your freshly manicured toes in the gleam of the pool lights. You and Grayson had decided to sneak down to the pool in your apartment complex for a little night swim. The pool hours were long over but it was easy to pool hop when you lived two floors up from it. You sat quietly listening to the faint chirping of crickets and the soft whistling of the warm summer wind blowing on your skin. As scary as it was still you were beyond happy to be back in L.A., especially at the beginning of summer, but even more so you were happy to be back with Grayson, exactly where you belonged. The past few weeks since you’d been back had been nothing less than perfect. Things with Grayson were better than ever and you had actually managed to make some new friends at your new intern job — a job you actually enjoyed. You felt Grayson’s hand on your thigh as he massaged slow, gentle, circles into your skin with his thumb. You turned to face him, admiring every feature of his. The lights illuminating the pool hit his face just right. His chiseled jaw, his plump lips, his sexy, muscular body. He was sex on legs. He turned to look at you when your leg jerked under his hand and your heart began to pound in your chest. You hoped to god you’d never lose this feeling because it was the best feeling in the world. Being in love was a beautiful, beautiful thing. Grayson’s eyes were practically sparkling and you weren’t sure if it was because he was looking at you or if it was just the moonlight shining down on you both. You sat there staring at each other for a moment, Grayson capturing your face in his mind like he’d never see you again. He was at a loss for words. He could never look at you for too long in worry that he’d have a heart attack from how it always seemed to race whenever you locked eyes. He dipped his head back, looking up at the stars, before turning back to you.

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A concept: Stefan Salvatore living a long and happy life with Caroline while helping struggling children find their place in life. By helping these children Stefan finally found a way to make peace with himself and when he died of old age Caroline told him she’d love him forever and he told her the same. They made a promise they’d see each other again. He died a happy man and he felt full-filled. In death he found peace and reunited with Lexi. Caroline grieved him, moved on and lived the rest of her life to the fullest. After an indefinite amount of time Caroline decided she wanted to find peace too and she reunited with her mom, her children, Stefan and her other loved ones.

KINDERGARTEN AU with (left to right) Pan, Hal, Day, Gal & Nolan

Sketch commission by the talented f-premaur! ;w; CHECK THEM OUT!

(I’ll be colouring all the sketch commissions I got from this lovely artist in due time aka really slowly.

This one took a really long time because I couldn’t decide HOW I wanted to colour it and the layers kept deleting themselves >…<)

snsd as substitute teachers

Originally posted by taeyeonporn


⦁ the teacher that earnestly doesn’t give a fuq
⦁ “you can do whatever you want, just don’t get too loud”
⦁ always has a chocolate bar
⦁ plays rock music 25/8 while the students work
⦁ always manages to get the latest tea from at least two students
⦁ “hey, why’s that girl in the pink shirt glaring at that girl with the glasses?”
⦁ “she cheated on her boyfriend at a party last night.”
⦁ “that’s terrible. do you know anything else?”

Originally posted by deathbyjung

⦁ looks like such a mean substitute, but is actually pretty cool
⦁ everyone loves hearing her talk
⦁ girls absolutely love her fashion sense, but never admit it
⦁ is always caught in dating rumors with other male teachers
⦁ loves to drop shade about the other teachers
⦁ “i heard he’s having an affair with mrs. todd in room 306. i feel bad for her, considering he doesn’t understand the benefits of toothpaste.”

Originally posted by panda-yul

⦁ the stern, but really fun teacher
⦁ always has a game planned
⦁ gives super sound advice
⦁ completely disregards the teacher’s instructions cuz they can’t fucking teach
⦁ according to her
⦁ is noticeably a better teacher than the actual teacher
⦁ always has perfect hair

Originally posted by yoonacity

⦁ the “perfect” teacher
⦁ the class is always so sweet to her, even the girls
⦁ female students always ask her about how she gets her hair to look so good
⦁ warm to every student
⦁ really good at explaining things
⦁ secretly loves student tea

Originally posted by sooyyoung

⦁ the best sub ever honestly
⦁ mispronounces students’ names and then prooceeds to pretend she gives a fuq
⦁ always has food
⦁ gives a long ass self introduction with a slideshow of selfies before officially starting class
⦁ has a pic of brad pitt on her desk
⦁ always looks good
⦁ and knows it
⦁ listens and actively participates in dishing her opinions on student tea
⦁ “seth, get off snapchat unless you’re taking snaps of me.”

Originally posted by gingerfany

⦁ tries so damn hard
⦁ tells funny stories
⦁ never has control of the class
⦁ her coffee is always piping hot
⦁ is actually a really good teacher
⦁ but unfortunately unappreciated (like in snsd)
⦁ mispronounces almost everyone’s names, but unlike sooyoung, feels super bad
⦁ is notoriously known for accidentally calling a student named brad “bread”
⦁ will never live it down

Originally posted by yesiam-ss

⦁ everyone hates that she’s married
⦁ is friends with half the school on facebook
⦁ once brought her dog to class
⦁ students actively try to get their teachers out of school so mrs. hwang can come and sub for them
⦁ always gets gifts
⦁ doesn’t condone bullying or disrespect
⦁ always has on incredibly bright, loud red lipstick
⦁ has gotten proposed to by seniors before
⦁ once a student saw her in the mall and made her mom take a picture of the two of them together

Originally posted by blindkpop

⦁ doesn’t give a fuq about what anyone says
⦁ halfheartedly teaches
⦁ once stole a kid’s fruit roll up
⦁ and ate it in front of his face
⦁ “what? i said at the beginning that food’s not allowed”
⦁ openly swears and never cares about getting caught
⦁ knows all the tea before it’s split
⦁ “oh, honey – those shoes w/ that skirt? pls go change – here, i’ve got a spare –”
⦁ once a fight broke out in class and she recorded a minute and 27 seconds of it before realizing she was the adult and had to break it up
⦁ took her damn time trying too
⦁ was actually surprised when she was banned from subbing at that school ever again

First Love (Yoongi x Reader) Pt. 4

Synopsis: Hoseok has a daughter but things take for worse turn as soon as he discovers at what cost.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Crying, Smut, Vulgar Language, Cheating

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut

Word Count: 8361

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

(A.N. This was suppose to be a Hoseok fanfic but I took a bold, maybe not so much, action that turned it into a Yoongi fic. Also, this is my first fanfic on Tumblr! Bare with me please, much love! X.)

Originally posted by yoosungsmyyandere

It was kind of emotional to see how quickly you became attached to Yoongi after a few days. The last time you had seen him was a week ago exactly, which was when he took you to the grand dance floor and waltzed with you, whispering words of admiration to you. It was baffling. You were never someone who was praised but hearing it from the feline eyed man made you feel fierce. Beyoncé fierce. You had even called your friend from college to tell her all about Yoongi.

“He’s just so.. It’s like he’s a God.” You could hear your friend choke on her drink from the other side of the line.

“A God?” She managed to cough out.

“Mhm, he treats me so well.” You immediately flipped on your stomach, pulling your pillow from under your stomach and tossing it to the side of your bed. It was 9:50 P.M. “It’s like.. What I wished Robert was like back when I was a teen and how I wished he would have asked me out that one night at the diner near the college campus, or how I wished Rob would have been with me back when we meet my senior year of high school.”

“Giiirrl,” The disapproving tone in Sasha’s voice left you a bit surprised. “I don’t want to ever, listen to me, ever hear that fool’s name ever again, especially from your mouth. Got it?” You laughed, remembering the days your Bronx friend use to cuss people out for trying to outsmart her. Everyone knew Sasha was a force that one should never try to provoke.

“Okay, okay, I won’t say his name!” Both of you giggled and soon the line on either side got quiet.

“What about this Yoongi guy?” You smiled at the sound of his name.

“Well, he has a daughter and a husband.”

“…Are you homewrecking?” Sasha’s serious voice shook your core which caused a loud, almost bark like laugh to erupt.

“Oh my, no!! No!” You suddenly sat up. “Dear no.” This came out of you more calmly. You began to tell your friend everything Yoongi had told you three days before he had practically eaten you at the Charity Ball.

“Wait, really? That’s some broken stuff.”

“I know, but he doesn’t have or carry any luggage from it. He’s a great guy. I know for a fact you would love him.”

“Hmm, we’ll see. Listen, babe, I gotta go. I have to meet with the owner of this company. Can we discuss this another time?”

“What time is it over there?” You checked your phone, counting the hours ahead of you that France was in.

“Baby, it’s almost 7 in the morning but the meeting is at 7:30 A.M.”

“I’m sorry, well go ahead Apple’s CEO, having fun in France.” Sasha giggled at your words.

“Bye now, sleep well.” And with that, the line went dead.

Yoongi was staring blankly at his screen, not believing that for the first time in so many years, he had nothing to write about or produce. His mind just kept going back to the Charity Ball night. He didn’t understand just how intoxicating it had all become once you and him began to kiss outside of the venue. He felt like a teenager all over again.

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bloo-is  asked:

Dude you’re getting SO much better! Yes it’s not perfect but it’s actually much better than your old art! before your art all used to have the same face and it was just really stiff, but hey now your faces are much more expressive and characters are much more distinguishable, good job! you should be proud :D

awb thanksies! 

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hi do you maybe have some tips on how to make decent lineart? even tho i try to make slow careful strokes i still feel like i end up with a completely different picture from the sketch layer and like lots of information is getting lost if that makes sense? your art is so neat lovely, been following for a while (and u're so young omg)

i had (and probably still have) the same trouble myself, so here’s the tip: if your sketch isn’t too messy you can just use rubber to wipe off unneeded parts and use brush to make the most faint parts more legible, so in the end your sketch won’t be so sketchy anymore but the picture can still be the same. hope it helps!
p.s: also about “sketch looks better than lineart” thing - sketch is an unfinished work and human brain can just imagine some details in perfect way so it’s looks better, than when you actually picture that in your more finished work - lineart. sad, but true :c


♪ No one will win this time
I just want you back
I’m running to your side
Flying my white flag ♪ 


Chapter 1 - Kim Taehyung, Aliased V


>> Chapter 2 - Jeon Jungkook, No Known Alias


Monster wasn't afraid of anything. He wasn’t afraid when Taehyung, ‘V’, sauntered into his study, hanging by the door for a few minutes whilst his leader typed away on his computer.

Rated: M

Warnings: Graphic violence, Mentions of torture, Mentions of drug use (not graphic)

1,382 words

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When I saw Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, I was initially disappointed with the lack of a kiss at the end. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the actual parting of Newt and Tina was perfect. 

Because the way they parted was even better than an actual kiss. Because there wasn’t a kiss, but there was a promise. A promise to see each other again, and to spend time together again, a promise to explore the possibility of a future together, and a promise to kiss in the future when they know each other backwards and forwards and can’t possibly imagine not being together anymore. 

Isn’t that so much better than just a single goodbye kiss at the docks?

In My Shoes

So… @macamars wrote this beautiful headcanon and then got a lot of hate over it. So I decided to write it - a little late, I’ll give you that, but it’s written!
I took some creative liberties but it’s all still her idea, so give her some love <3 Hope y’all love it.

A03 - My Long YOI fic

Viktor had an idea.

He wouldn’t call the idea brilliant but – honestly – it was brilliant. Genius, magnificent, and perfect; the idea was actually better than when he first decided to go to Japan to coach Yuuri. The only actual problem was… well… it would be complicated to have done without Yuuri noticing.

Two years after Yuuri joined Viktor in Russia, the two had been living together happily. Not only had they moved into an apartment together a little less than a year ago, but they both won some startling bright gold medals that now hung on their walls. And yet…

They had still not had an official wedding. Technically, they weren’t even considered to be married by legal standards. Everyone referred to them as such, like Yuri snipping angrily to Viktor that his husband was hogging the ice, or Mila nudging Yuuri in the gut telling him that he and his husband were invited to her place for dinner. To the skating group, it was a fact of life. The sky was blue, Russia’s fucking freezing, and Yuuri and Viktor are married.

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You better be careful, Ollie; I’m gonna start to think you’re falling for me.

happy misfortune

Part I: reason | Part II: alone | Part III: happy misfortune

December 26th

Remus pulled slowly in front of his countryside home. It wasn’t as majestic looking as Sirius’ house but it was home, it was the place Remus grew up and he loved their old place no matter what. His father had spent months renovating the place, it was old but it was as good as new. As he was trying to get the keys out, the door flew open and Hope Lupin appeared at the door her hands on either side of her hips and a frowning smile on her face. Remus knew that smile too well, she made that face when she wanted to be angry with Remus but she couldn’t find it in herself. Behind her was standing Lyall, his father, with a grin on his face as he mouthed “Be careful” to his son.

It was obvious that Remus had his father’s physique and mother’s kind and beautiful face. He got out of the car and hastily walked to his mother, he hugged her and her feet left the ground for a little while. He had missed his mother the past few months he hadn’t seen him because he had so much to do. Hope had tried to make him come home every now and then but something had came up each time. The Christmas dinner he had missed was a huge family gathering unlike New Year’s Eve where they would invite Remus’ old school friends and their families. Remus had missed the rest of his family, too, but the snow storm had kept him from coming.

“Remus Lupin, put me down,” she said firmly as she tried to stifle her laugh. “If you think I will forgive you for missing Christmas dinner just for sweeping me off of my feet, you are wrong.”

She had already turned around and left before Remus could come up with a smart answer, so he launched himself on his dad. After a long hug with infinite number of pats on each others backs they separated.

“It’s good to have you back, son,” smiled Lyall as he made his way back in. “Your mum could use some help in the kitchen, you know how clumsy I am.”

“Remus!” yelled Hope from the kitchen. “I thought you had a guest.”

“Oh shit,” gasped Remus. In the excitement of seeing his parents after a long while, he had forgotten Sirius was in the car and as he turned around to go back to get him, he saw that he was already coming towards them with the luggages.

“I think that’s all,” he reassured with his perfect smile before he dropped the bags at the door and extended a hand for Remus’ father to shake. “I’m Sirius Black, sir, thank you for accepting me.”

“Lupins don’t let people spend holidays alone, Sirius,” he said as he shook Sirius’ hand. “Now get in, it’s cold outside.”

They both tried to take the bags at the same time and gave each other a small concussion but laughed it off like nothing was wrong. Remus’ head was still banging as he heard his mother shout from the kitchen yet again. 

“Remus! Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, cariad?”

Welsh?” mouthed Sirius before they entered the kitchen, he looked genuinely shocked.

“Oh,” said Hope, she probably was a little taken aback by Sirius’ beauty. “Well, hello Sirius, is it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” replied Sirius politely. “Thank you for letting me come to your holiday dinner.”

“It’s our pleasure,” she smiled. Remus knew they shared that with each other, even the way their eyes squinted when they smiled was similar. “I hope you are familiar with cooking. Lyall just creates chaos in the kitchen, just like Remus, and Peter doesn’t arrive until 30th.”

“I’ll help the best I can Mrs. Lupin,” he assured and turned to Remus with his pale grey eyes. “Where should I put my bag?”

“In Remus’ room,” interrupted Hope before Remus could reply. 

My room?”

“Yes, your room. You forget there will be other people staying here,” scolded Hope as she washed a mug. “Now go and get cleaned up.”

They made their way upstairs to Remus’ old room. It was almost as big as Sirius’ guest room. It had a bed that would easily accommodate two children but only one adult, a gigantic book case in which there was numerous space related books that fed Remus’ curiosity when he was younger. There was a bed fashioned out of a pullout couch that their parents have bought back when James and Peter practically spent the summers with them.

“Sorry about this,” muttered Remus shyly as he put his own bag down. “This must seem like a death trap after your bed–”

“Why are you like this?” asked Sirius with his ridiculous eyebrow raised. “This is perfect, your parents are perfect, you are-”

Sirius suddenly seemed very interested in all the things he could see outside the window next to his bed. 

“We should go downstairs before mum comes here and drags us down from our ears,” pointed out Remus and they made a small stop at the bathroom to wash up before going downstairs for lunch. 

“I hope leftovers are alright,” said Hope in a apologetic tone.

“It sounds perfect, leftovers are better than the actual food anyways,” replied Sirius with his indescribable smile and a spark in his eyes, getting a warm smile from both Hope and Lyall in return. Remus didn’t know why but the fact that his parents seemed to like Sirius was making him really happy, but he still had the biggest test to ace. James Potter and his stupid standards but Remus wasn’t going to tell anything about this to Sirius of course, he was still very uncomfortable about coming to somewhere he was invited at the last minute.

As he ate the leftovers, Remus felt sad that he missed the actual dinner because each bite was more delicious than the other. When they were done, Lyall made them clean out the snow from the driveway.

“Bet this wasn’t what you were hoping for when you got in the car,” teased Remus as he shovelled a big lump of snow to the side. 

“It’s better actually,” grinned Sirius, his hair was in a bun but one stubborn lock was in hanging in front of his face. How was it possible that his bloody triceps were visible from all of the clothes he was wearing? Remus thought he should sign up to the same gym as him, he would probably faint the first time he saw Sirius sweat drenched but it would be worth it.

When the whole driveway was cleaned up, they made their way inside and they found two large cups of cocoa waiting for them on the kitchen counter.

“For your hard work,” explained Hope as he took their coats from them. Remus loved this cocoa ever since he was a small kid but Sirius was staring at the marshmallow filled cup with an utter disbelief on his face. “What’s wrong Sirius, dear?”

“Um, nothing, Mrs. Lupin. It’s just that I’m not used to drinking cocoa,” he replied as he freed his hair from the bun. “My mum was never the cocoa making type.”

He was smiling but even though knowing him for only two days, Remus knew that smile wasn’t genuine. He sat on the chair next to Sirius and watched him take his first sip, he was actually happy the first proper coca he ever had was Hope’s coco because it was magical and Remus could see that magic in Sirius’ expression after he swallowed that first sip.

“This is delicious!” he raved as he stared at Hope with a foam mustache.

“It’s family recipe maybe Remus will give it to you someday,” laughed Hope as she gave Sirius a napkin. “I will gladly make you loads of hot cocoa Sirius.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Lupin,” said Sirius as he caught a marshmallow with his teeth. Just as they were finishing their cocoas Lyall came in with a huge smirk on his face meaning they were not done for the day.

“We need to cut some wood,” he gushed. “Have you ever cut firewood before, Sirius?”

“No, sir, I haven’t,” said Sirius as he licked the remaining foam from his upper lip. “I genuinely think I shouldn’t be trusted with an axe though.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not as hard as it looks,” laughed Lyall before he handed them their coats. “Now, come on, that fire isn’t going to burn itself.” 

It was starting to get colder as evening came closer but wood cutting was a tiring business. Lyall was doing it like it was the easiest thing to do, but then again, he had been a carpenter his whole life. Remus was not bad at it but he wasn’t good at it either but Sirius was a complete mess. They had tried teaching him very patiently but at the end of almost two hours they had decided that he was a lost cause. 

“Let’s go inside before one of us gets pneumonia,” warned Lyall as he ushered Sirius and Remus inside. 

“Can I use the bathroom if it’s alright?” asked Sirius as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I could use a hot shower.”

“Remus’ bathroom is right across his room, dear,” explained Hope as he hang Lyall’s coat. “Take your time, dinner won’t be ready for another hour.”

“Thank you Mrs. Lupin.”

As soon as Sirius was out of site, Remus’ mother sat across him with a smirk on her pretty face.


“So what?”

“Do you like him?” she asked her brows raised with excitement.

“What are you talking about mum? I just met him,” he shot back trying to stop her from getting excited for nothing, how could she think that an ethereal creature like Sirius would even look at Remus that way. It was ridiculous.

“You can cut the tension between you two with a scissor, cariad,” she whispered so that Lyall wouldn’t hear. He had been very accepting of Remus’ sexuality but he still wasn’t comfortable with talking about his love life which was very understandable. “He is beautiful and kind. Don’t you dare miss him.”

“I can’t force him to like me, mum,” he complained. “Have you seen him? If God created the universe in six days, he created Sirius Black in seven.”

“Tell me,” she began, confident that whatever she will say next will almost certainly persuade Remus. “Who in the world would say yes to an invitation from a man they just met if they didn’t have hopes?”

“He’s an adventurous soul,” he countered.

“Listen to me just this once, cariad.”

“I always listen to you, mum,” grinned Remus.

“Oh please, don’t make me laugh.”

Sirius stood frozen at the top of the stairs, as he listened to the whole conversation. He intended to ask Hope where the towels were just when she asked his son about him and he had the happy misfortune of over hearing the whole conversation which made him weak in the knees.

Deep breaths.

Sirius almost ran into the bathroom door when he heard the mother and son get up. He went in and turned the water on, he would have to improvise the towel situation when he got out.

Time alone in shower wasn’t what he needed at all at the moment, he needed a good strong drink and not overthink what he had just heard. What did he mean by all that? Remus seems like a clever man, would he even like a man he just met a few days? But the thing he said about him being created in seven days, what was that about? Maybe Remus just finds him attractive and nothing more. 

After standing under the running hot water for what felt like days, Sirius finally stepped out of the shower and saw that there already was a clean towel for him. He wrapped the towel around his hips and walked out of the bathroom leaving a steam bath behind him.

He opened the door to Remus’ room and found himself right in front of him who was laying in his bed comfortably playing with his phone. Sirius could easily see that Remus was somewhat blushing but he just thought maybe he wasn’t very good with nudity. 

“I- I was just going to get my clothes,” he mumbled and took his clean clothes from his bag and went back to the bathroom. He got dressed quickly and cleaned the mirror so he can check himself out, if Remus was so impressed with his looks it wouldn’t hurt to look a tad bit better.

Sirius hadn’t stopped thinking about what he had heard a few hours ago. He hadn’t eaten his dinner properly because he was so consumed with the thought. He turned the conversation in his mind over and over again, wondering what Hope had told Remus when she was whispering.

After dinner, they had felt the heaviness of all the work they did that day weigh on them. Both Sirius and Remus excused themselves to go to sleep, both of them had a lot of thinking to do, neither of them knew the other was suffering, too. 

As he took his shirt off to get in his bed, Sirius took his sweet time to show himself off, he had sworn he would abuse the fact that Remus thought he was ethereal. His family might have been a nightmare compared to the Lupins but Sirius couldn’t help but feel thankful for the genetics sometimes.

“Goodnight,” murmured Remus his voice a little hoarse from fatigue and it was so beautiful Sirius almost choked on his own spit.

“Goodnight to you, too,” replied Sirius as he got in the bed and turned towards the wall to drown in his own thoughts.


“Actually, I’m not perfect or even better than the others. But if we are sure that we are doing what we love and really want to be successful, we could definitely be! I believe in the quote When there’s a will, there’s a way.” Hamburger Magazine, April 2016 [trans]

Everyone tells me that nostalgia is a dirty liar because it makes things seem better than they actually were. But what if things were perfect in my eyes, even only for a little while. Then please let me keep those memories knowing that this love was real and rare, that it was the most beautiful beginning of an untold story.
—  For M, Naked Thoughts