BUT IMAGINE THAT TIMES A MILLION

@fiftyshadesofstelena I will answer you here,ok?My answer is a little long lol.

If Justin and Selena both marriage with other people ,well,i will accept.This is their life not my.
But,be honest,can you really imagine Justin marrying with a random girl?Can you imagine Justin erase Selena’s tattoo from his body?Can you imagine Justin stopping sing about Selena?Can you imagine Justin loving another girl how much he did love Selena?Can you imagine this?No.I know you can’t.
Selena love Justin too. Even with people deny this,and sometimes even Selena deny,but she really care about him,and did a lot for this relationship work,remember the hate of the  Beliebers that she suffer  still this days?She faced it,only to stay with Justin.I doubt she will do it for another person.Selena never will completely love someone like she did with Justin.What Justin and Selena had was special and rare.What they still feel is one in million.This is why the time pass but yet they still can’t get over one another.This is love.We are talking about first love.No one can compete with that.First love will always be in your heart for your whole life.

People ignore the fact that Selena and Justin lived together,talked about marriage and kids.They was thinking about  future together.Share a future.

I believe that Selena and Justin are meant to be.But who knows,maybe they never come back together.But i know one thing:I don’t regret nothing lol.For real.All this time shipping Jelena,i don’t have regrets,because i know that at least i ship true love.

BTS: When you have an argument. 6/7:

V:

You snapped at him. Why? Because you were trying so hard to finish your schoolwork but he just wouldn’t leave you alone. You pleaded him so many times to late ou finish but he wouldn’t listen.

“Gosh, you’re annoying. Can’t you see I am trying to work? ”

“But I miss-”

“Yeah, I know. You told me that like a million times already. Just drop it and leave me alone.”  You didn’t mean to be so harsh and you already regreted snapping at him.

“Really now? I get one day off and instead of resting here I am trying to spend some time with you like a good boyfriend.” It was his turn to be angry now. “And here you are not wanting to spend time with me. I get that school is important but you need to take a break, you know?”

You felt guilty now. “ Tae… I’m sorry I snapped and I do want to spend time with you. I missed you too…” You looked down as he sighed. He already forgave you but you didn’t know that yet.

“I’m the worst girlfriend ever.”

He shook his head and pulled you in a hug. “You aren’t. You just need a break from schoolwork. At least for an hour.” He grined “ Let’s cuddle in that hour.”
You nodded smiling.

8

We shouldn’t leave them here.

Today, I fucked up... by destroying my aunt's entire Swarovski Crystal collection

This happened over a decade ago when I was around 9.

My siblings, cousins and I were playing hide-and-go-seek in my Aunt’s fairly large living room, while the adults were doing their boring adult thing at the table along one of the walls. You know when you’ve played hide-and-go-seek a million times in the same house, yet by a stroke of imagination you manage to find that new spot that nobody’s ever found before? Well this time, I had found it. It was the short circular table that supported my Aunt’s Swarovski crystal collection. You know, the one with about 75 pieces that she’s been collecting her entire life? The house’s centrepiece? The one where friends would surprise her with a new thousand-dollar item every so often for decades?

Anyways. I felt like a genius for finding the spot. The table’s cloth perfectly covered the table’s legs. Genius. This was real estate that De Beers would be proud of. The only problem was that there was just so little room under there. So while my brother counted to 20, which probably happened over the course of a couple seconds, I scrambled under the Swarovski-ladden table and held my breath.

“20!” And the hunt began. From one corner of the room, I hear “No! Darn it!” Oh, there goes Christina. From behind the piano, you could hear a dissatisfied rumbling from Gary. Amateur. Entire seconds passed in the blink of an eye. When suddenly somebody – my brother! – grabbed my foot, which was neatly protruding from beyond the table’s hanging cloth. “Gotcha!” he cried.

That’s when I decided to scare him by springing up with all my might. Except I was beneath the table, which required extra might. And that’s when it happened. Before I knew it, I heard a loud crash on the floor behind me. Turning around, I saw it: all those crystal bears, elephants, monkeys, and other animals, destroyed. Some were decapitated; others suffered much more gruesome fates. Perhaps a few Siamese kittens survived; I forget. I pouted up to notice the parents mid-gasp. My aunt looked shocked and angry. I turned to my cousins – but the alibis disappeared! So I did what was natural, racing to the couch where I buried my face, crying, in the cushioniest corner, away from the world.

What would you do if some pesky kid accidentally ruins your life passion?

Well after 15 minutes of me sulking, my aunt sat down next to me. Perfect calm. And she told me this story:

“Once I was a dinner guest at a friend’s house. We had a very lovely meal and a great time. But when it was time to go, I started walking out, and when I did, my foot fell right through their hallway floor! I was so embarrassed! Their floor was broken! My friends were looking at me with such disapproval and I didn’t know what to say. I had ruined their home. I just felt like crying… I know exactly how you feel. And it’s okay.”

She was an incredibly strong woman. Passed away some years later. May she rest in peace.

TL;DR Playing hide-and-go-seek when I was 9. Destroyed Aunt’s entire Swarovski collection by jumping out from under the table that supported it. She showed tremendous grace in comforting me.

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Super belated since I am the slowest artist, but I wanted to join the hype train truck and make a ClusterTruck themed drawing celebrating @therealjacksepticeye reaching 13 million subs on Youtube. Congrats from a newish subscriber! Keep doing you, dude. :)

I’m imagining the community partying in all of the trucks, interacting with each other on the inside or just watching and cheering on the smol Irishman running on truck tops. :D

Do you like Killing Stalking? Then read these!

I promise this is a 99.99% KS content blog, but I want to take a moment to gush about my favorites in the psychological/horror genre (some which might be even more fucked up than KS even).

1. DEAD TUBE (ongoing)
This is one of my all-time favorite ongoing manga. It. Is. BLOODY. There’s gore everywhere and there’s always someone losing some limbs or dying. 
There’s this site called… you guessed it: Dead Tube. It’s like Youtube or Vine but about a million times ‘WTF’. The aim is to create videos that will shock as many people as possible. People will murder, torture, do sexual acts, take unsolicited videos of other people, and pretty much do every single fucked up thing imaginable on the list. Once you’re trapped in the game you can’t get out. If your videos don’t get many views, you get killed. Every single character in the manga is batshit crazy. There’s extreme violence, gore, and nudity every chapter. KS is probably ten times tamer, so if it’s your limit, I suggest you at least tread lightly at first. (NSFW pictures under cut). 

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imagine if the baker street boys epilogue was narrated by mrs hudson
  • Mrs Hudson: I know you two; and if you come back and live in MY house, I know what you could become. Because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well, you listen to me: who you really are, it MATTERS, I've been trying to tell you all these years. There are two men sitting arguing in a scruffy flat, like they’ve always been there and they always will. The best and wisest men I have ever known. My Baker Street boys. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
  • Mrs Hudson:
  • Mrs Hudson: Well then? Get on with it, I'll officiate the wedding
{PART 4} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; As Jungkook learns more about you and your life, you find yourself wondering what it would be like to date a man of his power - before asking him something you’d never thought he’d say yes to; not in a million years.

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I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Delicate Part 1/9

Originally posted by morefelton

Warnings: Swearing 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name

A/N: Reader is brilliantly smart but has spent her life being exploited by anyone who finds out about it. She is recruited by Fury to come to the Avengers facility, but it may not be for the reason she thinks.

Not going to lie, I listened to the song Delicate by Damien Rice about a million times while writing this. Also the trailer for Gifted not only left me an emotional mess it also seems to have seeped it’s way a little into this story.

Part 1 II Part 2 II Part 3 II Part 4 II Part 5 II Part 6 II Part 7 II Part 8 II Part 9

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space is fucking scary my small human brain can’t even understand it

if you have a star that is millions of times bigger than the sun (how in the fuck can something even possibly be that large, except for space which is so fucking big it literally doesn’t even STOP IT JUST KEEPS GOIING) eventually when that star runs out of energy it just dies and implodes on itself and it becomes a black hole which is literally like just a pit of destruction like it absorbs so much mass that it literally fucking swallows light !!! like can you imagine a gaping expanse of nothingness (that is god damn HUGE by the way, how can nothing take up so much space) that has so much nothing in it that it can’t even do anything except just DESTROY everything around it like ??? and if you get too close to a black hole like you don’t even die your body just like stops existing all the molecules that make you up as a person just stretch and your body doesn’t even die like your atoms just separate like ??? who the fuck came up with this shit ???

Put That Body On Me

pairing: daveed diggs x reader 

request: none, i’m just thirsty for diggs like the rest of the world

summary: reader’s goes out to the bar with her friends after a long day and she catches daveed’s eye

warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing obviously, alcohol

words: 3076

a/n: so this is 100% inspired by ed sheeran’s shape of you, that got me in the mood for my first smut fic. i need to thank @diggs4life a million times for being such a great help, and i hope you enjoy!


To say it had been a long day would be an understatement. When you woke up, you had a stable job and a boyfriend, but by the end of the night you had neither of those things. Sure, it was just an office job, but it was a way to make ends meet, and you didn’t know yet what losing it meant for you.

Since before you were in college, you’d had a job and it was part of what kept you sane in day to day life. Your company apparently thought you were replaceable though, so they did exactly what you feared most: replaced you with a younger face with fresh ideas. And your boyfriend? He did the exact same thing.

So yeah, your day had been long and you couldn’t wait for it to be over, but your friends had other ideas for the night. Five minutes after you told them about your day, your front door was flung open and three of your best friends made their presence known.

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Delicate Part 2/9

Originally posted by joseph-castellanos

Warnings: Swearing 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name, Y/F/C - Your favorite color, Y/F/F - Your favorite food

A/N: Reader is brilliantly smart but has spent her life being exploited by anyone who finds out about it. She is recruited by Fury to come to the Avengers facility, but it may not be for the reason she thinks.

Not going to lie, I listened to the song Delicate by Damien Rice about a million times while writing this. Also the trailer for Gifted not only left me an emotional mess it also seems to have seeped it’s way a little into this story.

Part 1 II Part 2 II Part 3 II Part 4 II Part 5 II Part 6 II Part 7 II Part 8 II Part 9


The next morning Y/N woke up too the sound of her alarm blaring beside her bed. She groggily turned it off and looked at the time. Seeing that she had slept through her first two alarms and was officially running late she bolted out of bed, hurriedly got dressed and headed right to the lab, not even stopping for coffee. When she got there she was out of breath and apologized as soon as she walked in the door. Tony and Bruce both looked up at her confused.

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Christmas Time In _____ House Includes

Gryffindor
- Using ten million blankets at a time
- A roaring, crackling fire in an big, old, stone fireplace
- Sweet little homemade candies in a bowl on the table, to take and share
- Cinnamon spice flavor, like red hot candies
- Hanging your stocking on the mantle
- Poinsettias
- Blasting Christmas music
- Winter potpourri with pine cones, balsam, dried fruit, cinnamon sticks, etc
- Singing Christmas carols
- Moccasins

Ravenclaw
- The first snowfall of the season
- Tall winter boots
- Glasses fogging up in the cold and heat changes
- Bright white ice skates with sharp silver blades
- Perfectly decorated and coordinated Christmas trees
- Dew appearing on the windows on chilly mornings
- Icicles hanging in a row off of old buildings and homes
- Taking a steaming hot shower or bath to thaw from the freezing cold weather
- Advent calendars
- Putting Christmas wreaths up on your door

Hufflepuff
- Knitting your own scarves, mittens, hats, etc.
- A freaking giant mug of hot chocolate piled high with fluffy whipped cream, caramel, and sprinkles, etc.
- Big fuzzy socks
- Christmas tree garlands
- Lots and lots of lights, indoor and outdoor
- The star on top of the tree
- Messy buns with big scarves
- Sunshine sparkling off the snow
- Writing out Christmas cards for friends and family
- Ribbon candy

Slytherin
- The first moment of coming in from the cold…a rush of warmth, but still carrying the chilly air with you
- How nighttime isn’t perfectly dark, like when the moonlight reflects off of the snow
- A mug of hot tea before bed, steam still curling off the top
- Classic cut-out sugar cookies
- Reading for hours in front of the fire on a huge couch or armchair
- The smell of fresh pine and evergreen
- Ripping the wrapping paper off whilst opening presents
- Chopping down your own Christmas tree
- Spending all day Christmas shopping and carrying tons of packages and bags
- Mistletoe

By @hphogwartsimagines
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Can you imagine some drunk creep trying to hit on Bitty at a Haus party even though Bitty’s declined 5 million times.

“No, thanks,” Bitty says. “I already have a boyfriend.”

But at the very end the person still grabs on to Bitty’s wrist and hisses in his ear, angry and too close, “Listen here, you little shit, you think you’re too good for–”

Holster sees it from the beer pong table. He’s already grabbing Ransom, two hockey dudes well over 6 feet tall ready to toss the guy in the nearest trashcan for ever getting close to Bitty. They set their beers down and advance to the kitchen where Bitty’s getting cornered, but they see a another figure rush from behind the asshole, reaching out for the guy’s shoulder and wrenching him back.

“–who the hell are you?” the drunk guy slurs; he’s clearly hovering between extreme intoxication and passing out completely. His fury and confusion is probably the only thing keeping him up at this rate.The figure turns out to be none other than Jack Zimmermann, clad in a cap and quarter-zip with the collars up, hovering over the guy by a good 4 inches. 

“His boyfriend,” Jack says, without missing a beat. His tone is steely and leaves no room for discussion. “If you don’t leave this place immediately Bittle will punch you. And after he’s done I will fuck you up.”

“Oh, shit,” Ransom whispers. 

Ransom and Holster have never seen a person this inebriated run out of the Haus that quickly before. 

So imagine: Jack and Bitty on a date at a museum. They go to the Harvard Natural History Museum one day after visiting Shitty and his law school bros. Jack spends hours walking through the exhibits, geeking out about all the history and nature. He rambles on and on to Bitty about the historical time periods and archaeology behind the artifacts.

Bitty: Jack I don’t think I’ve ever seen you talk this much

Jack: Haha yeah normally you’re the one who can’t stop talking

Bitty: One more chirp from you and I’m leaving you here with the dinosaurs

He also takes a million artsy photos of the Glass Flowers. Bitty has heart eyes the entire time and loves the fact that his boyfriend is a huge nerd.

oh my god, tempted by mcu fic ideas for the first time in a million years

nope. nope, not doing it. not even gonna entertain it.

EXCEPT I STARTED ENTERTAINING IT IN THE TAGS BUT THAT GOT WAY TOO LONG FAST, FUCK


but just–darcy though; she’s not gonna be in the next thor movie bc tptb always considered her a vestigial jane attachment anyways. and since natalie’s not coming back (for good reasons of course) then why would they bother bringing back the snarky sidekick?

but like, imagine in-verse something similar-ish happens? it would obviously depend on the in-universe explanation of why jane has up and disappeared and isn’t in this movie, but say jane and darcy for whatever reasons split ways. necessity or misfortune or darcy wants to take another stab at her own career field again. 

only things don’t work out.

it’s a shit economy and she’s been noodling around for like five years AFTER completing her polisci degree, and let’s face it her resume in the interim is–well–eccentric.

she’d expected job hunting not to be EASY, but impossible? well that caught her off guard.

so she’s in some city of relative size, not even new york because she couldn’t afford the rent anymore. she’s barely hearing from jane these days because jane’s on a project and it’s a stroke of luck if jane foster remembers to eat or wash her hair when she’s in High Science Mode, much less respond to email and text. erik started corresponding with her less and less the more he started coping, and that was BEFORE he got some new fancy secret government job.

things have gotten rough and she’s working crap jobs, maybe waitressing maybe retail, just trying to pay bills and figure out how the hell her life came THIS CLOSE to superheroes and alien demigods and action and adventure and things Really Happening, and still ended up HERE of all places.

she reads the headlines on her phone and she watches clips of the action on youtube, and she feels like she somehow fell out of the life she really should have been living, if she’d just found a way to hold on to it, to be invaluable, to seize opportunity, to really MATTER.

and she watched with despair as the sokovia thing and then corresponding accords happened, (and not a little outraged ranting about the absurd political maneuvering of it all and oh my god tony stark what are you DOING) and then it all went a little bit quiet for just a little while.

and a while later she’s busing tables or restocking pastries at a cafe or diner that pays a third of her rent, and clocks two shady as fuck beefy dudes at the table in the corner (backs to the walls eyes on the entrances/exits).

they seem to think they’re low profile with their ballcaps and hoodies and giant sunglasses and newspapers, but darcy lewis got within five feet of that star spangled square jaw one time and even said hi, and he keeps coming in with a short muscley black guy or the mangy looking brunette with the unseasonably long sleeves and gloves and that godawful haircut, and she is Not Stupid. 

but being Not Stupid means knowing steve rogers and friends are considered international fugitives, though she thinks for a moment–a breathless, adrenaline-buzzing moment–that they might somehow be here, in her shitty little diner/cafe in her mediocre little city ON PURPOSE–because she is.

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