I swear to god i DIE every time

anonymous asked:

How would everyone (V too) react to being in a (ง'̀-'́)ง big argument with MC... but out of nowhere she starts swearing in spanish? Hahahaha I'm Mexican and think this would be hilarious, it's canon that at least most of us mexicans swear a lot (sorry for the bad english)

Author’s note: I love this request so much omg I DIDN’T DO IT ENOUGH JUSTICE

Yoosung

  • HE WAS ACTUALLY SO CONFUSED
  • IT WAS SO FUNNY
  • “MC can you just-”
  • “I can’t understand you please-”
  • “Slow down I don’t know what’s happening-”
  • finally you just stopped and stared at him, waiting for a response
  • “I-I, uhh, lo siento?”
  • he took college Spanish have mercy on this child

Zen

  • when the first Spanish cuss word came out of your mouth, one thought crossed his mind
  • she’s so hot
  • BUT THAT DIDN’T STOP HIM FROM YELLING AT YOU IN FRENCH bc two can play at that game
  • so now you’re both standing in the middle of the living room, screaming at each other in two different languages, neither of you knowing what the other was saying
  • of course him yelling in french was super hot too
  • so finally, you took the initiave and shut him up with a kiss
  • “Bedroom?”
  • “Bedroom.”
  • I mean who doesn’t love make up sex

Jaehee

  • she tried to pull out her English to Spanish dictionary but you were going too fast
  • poor bby haD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO SHE JUST WATCHED AS YOU GOT MORE AND MORE INTO YOUR WORDS
  • the whole time she just kept messing with her glasses bc WHAT DO I DO IN THIS SITUATION
  • but she was also super fascinated because you were just so energetic  and passionate and
  • yup she definitely loves you more than a friend bye 

V

  • he is just like wat
  • BC HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE DID
  • YOU JUST WENT OFF ON HIM
  • “MC.”

  • “MC.”

  • “MC-“
  • “WHAT?”
  • “Uhh… why are you yelling at me in Spanish?”
  • “I’M NOT YELLING, I’M CUSSING!! AND I’LL GLADLY TRANSLATE FOR YOU, YOU SON-“
  • Nononono, I mean, why are you yelling at me at all??”
  • “Oh. You didn’t help me with the groceries and I asked you like FIVE TIMES!!!!! I MEAN COME ON, QUE CABR-“
  • And good job V
  • There she goes again

Jumin

  • when you started swearing in Spanish he just sat back and watched
  • anD MY GOD SEEING HIS SMIRKY LITTLE SMILE
  • AND HIS SMUG LITTLE FACE
  • JUST PISSED YOU OFF MORE
  • when you finally stopped to catch a breath you glared at him
  • “Are you done yet?”
  • “Sure.”
  • he stood up and kissed your forehead
  • “I spent four months in Mexico on a business trip.”
  • “So… you understood?”
  • Every word.”

707

  • once you started cussing
  • and you kept walking toward him and using your hands to talk
  • HE SWORE HE WAS GOING TO DIE OH MY GOD
  • and that’s when he dropped to his knees and grabbed onto your leg
  • “MC, I AM SO SORRY, I AM SORRIER THAN I HAVE EVER BEEN!!!!! JUST PLEASE DON’T KILL ME WITH YOUR MYSTICAL SPANISH POWERS.”
  • this dork
  • you literally stopped mid-sentence and stared at him
  • I mean did he really just say mystical Spanish powers

“we portaled in upstairs. we split up.”

alec ran. dear god, did he run. slamming open doors and surveying the dead bodies for those all too familiar cat’s eyes staring back at him became almost routine. his breathing was erratic and he could hear the blood rushing inside his head like waves crashing against the shore, deafening everything but the thought of magnus. every time he saw a body that bore any resemblance to magnus, he had to brace himself against the wall to swallow back the bile. he would flip over the body in preparation to see his boyfriend’s face, for everything good that had ever happened in the world to come to a violent halt. he would then close his eyes in relief, as morbid as that may sound, when he did not recognize the person laying dead at his feet. he burst through stair wells, sprinting down hallways, shoving anyone who got in his way without apology. he tried to keep the intrusive thoughts at bay as he ran relentlessly, but he could not keep them out.

what if he’s hurt?

what if magnus is already dead?

alec’s throat is closing up as he approaches the last room, the only room he has not yet searched. his entire body is shaking and he can feel the fear icing his bones and chilling his blood. we were supposed to have so much more time, alec thought. we were supposed to be more. he opened the door reluctantly and when he saw that there were no bodies, and that he was alone in the room, and he cried out softly and pitched to his knees. he wasn’t there, he wasn’t in the institute. he made it out alive. but if he wasn’t here, then where was he? it had been hours since the soul sword was activated, wouldn’t magnus have found him by now? alec choked as he realized he had seen bodies being carried outside of the institute to be taken back to the hotel dumort, or to the jade wolf, or the entrances to faerie.

where would they take magnus?

alec jumped to his feet and ripped open the entrance to the stairwell, clearing numerous flights of stairs with one jump until he made it to the main floor of the institute. he raced through the front door and down the front steps, looking frantically for magnus. the people rushing around him became a blur of color as he tried to single out the man that he couldn’t lose. he could feel his grief overwhelming him already, he could feel his eyes glistening over with tears, he could feel the lump in his throat cutting off his air supply, all he could do was feel-

a hand. on his shoulder.

warm brown eyes stared back at his own and alec felt a wave of emotion so strong that it knocked the breath out of him. he grabbed magnus’ sleeve and tugged him into his chest, breathing in the scent of him, magic and sugar, clearing his senses.

alec pulled away. “magnus i thought-”

“i found madzie just in time!” magnus interrupted, and alec realized that magnus didn’t think that alec was worried about him. as if his safety wasn’t the only thing that alec could think about. as if he could form a coherent thought about someone other than magnus. as if he had that privilege. “i took her to catarina’s. she’s safe.”

alec nodded, barely processing what magnus was saying. the only thing he could hear right now was a mantra repeating in his head. he’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive. “magnus, on every mission i’ve ever been on i’ve never felt that type of fear. ever. not knowing if you were alive or dead…i-i was terrified,” alec admitted, still trying to catch his breath.

magnus touched his hand to alec’s elbow and alec felt it throughout his entire body. the reassurance that magnus was there, in front of him, alive. “so was i.”

alec’s mind was racing miles per minute and his breathing was getting heavier as he imagined something like this happening again. except next time they may not be so lucky. he could die or magnus could die and every time he sees magnus could be the last and oh, god, he has to know-

“magnus, i love you,” alec blurted, and he was sure magnus could hear his heart pounding against his chest. it was the only thing alec could hear.

magnus stared at him, and when he smiled alec could swear that it was the only thing that mattered in the entire universe. “i love you too, magnus said softly, and alec was so happy he could cry.

instead he grabbed magnus’ shoulder and kissed him hard on the mouth, trying to convey the intensity of his feelings through a kiss. he kept pulling on magnus’ shoulders, trying to get as close to him as he could, wanting to feel all of magnus against him. they pulled apart and rested their foreheads against each other and all alec touched, and tasted, and smelled and heard was magnus and it was goddamn euphoric.

alec pulled magnus in and crushed him against his chest, and alec did not think he would ever be able to let go. he put his face into the crook of magnus’ neck and closed his eyes and in this moment he knew that no matter how much time he ever got with magnus, it would never be enough. it was selfish and greedy and thoughtless but for once, alec didn’t care.

as alec wrapped his arms tighter around magnus he realized he would gladly give away his heart to him, trusting him not to break it. and if it did, god, would it be a pleasant demise.

anonymous asked:

Jonerys is canon, cry me a river ;)

*claps hands together* I’ve been waiting for this, thank you anon.

If I can just quote some things?

“King Jaehaerys once told me that madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, he said, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.” - Ser Barristan Selmy.

“The ‘dragon spawn’ were famous for losing their minds. It was the price they paid for centuries of keeping the bloodlines pure, and Aerys more than happily continued the ‘noble’ sister-fucking tradition of his forefathers.” - King Robert Baratheon.

“I am the Dragon’s Daughter, and I swear to you that those who would harm you will die screaming.” - Daenerys Targaryen

There is a fairly long list of mad Targaryens- Maegor the Cruel, Baelor the Blessed, Prince Rhaegel, Prince Aerion, Aerys II, Viserys.

Now we know from this episode that Jon Snow is Rhaegar Targaryen’s trueborn son with Lyanna Stark. Daenerys, by contrast, is the daughter of Aerys and Rhaella, brother and sister… so it stands to reason that she is closer to madness, if indeed she becomes mad at all. Perhaps she won’t. Maybe she’ll just stay needlessly cruel instead.

Where am I going with this?

Daenerys Targaryen has spent her entire life trying to reclaim what she believed to be her birthright. Indeed, in 7x01 she says:

“Do you know what kept me standing through all those years in exile? Faith. In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen.”

I’d like to repeat: Jon is the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms. Daenerys now has no claim at all. She may love Jon, she may respect him, she may wish she could have children with him for all we know- but he stands firmly in the way of the Iron Throne. Do you think she will step aside so her nephew can rule? No. She’s been through too much for that. She will not give that up.

So, where does that leave her relationship with Jon? It turns into one massive conflict.

The Dance of the Dragons was a bloody Targaryen Civil War that began over the line of succession, between Rhaenyra Targaryen and her half brother Aegon II. Perhaps A Song of Ice and Fire is another name for another future conflict between Daenerys and Jon? Who knows? It has the potential to happen.

Now, Jon does not want the throne. He doesn’t care about ruling the Seven Kingdoms, he doesn’t even care about ruling the North, as we saw in 7x02:

“You all crowned me your king. I never wanted it. I never asked for it. But I accepted it because the North is my home. It’s part of me, and I will never stop fighting for it, no matter the odds.”

Even so, Daenerys will recognise his existence as a threat to her rule as long as he lives. What if one day he decides that he would like to rule? What if, because the people love him and fear her, he wins a war against her? I imagine that’s her train of thought.

Jon and Daenerys cannot and will not end happily. Incest brought the Targaryens their madness, there will not be a return of House Targaryen. Jon will always choose the North. He will honour his mother and choose the Starks, they are his family.

So, Jon and Daenerys had sex. Their road ahead is not a happy one. I will leave you with this:

“I’d bend the knee, but-” (Jon Snow to Daenerys, 7x06)

Originally posted by tiny-little-bird

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Of course, it was hated, and hidden. You, were the princess of Midgard, and him, the Prince of Asgard. It was after a ball, one of which only happened every thousand years, that you found one another, and instant love had been portrayed. 

It wasn’t meant to be, but Loki wanted it, oh so much. He would secretly travel back to Midgard, every time he could, to come and find you. Today, it was sitting in front of your vanity, placing your crown upon your head.


Loki: You know my dear, you don’t need a crown, you’re already a princess, and my queen.

Y/N: *Turns around,* Oh my god Loki, what are you doing here?

Loki: I wanted to see you-

Y/N: But our families, Loki, it’s just not meant to be…

Loki: I would stop, refuse to be a prince, for you, I swear it on my life. I would die for you, I would-

Y/N: Don’t swear on your life. Swear on your family name, and I am all yours.

Loki: Y/N, my love, my…Juliet. 

Y/N: My Loki, My Romeo. 

Saving the World is Easy

*Pynch Week 17, Day 2 Prompt: Superhero AU (see notes at the end)

FYI: this one starts out as Gangsey banter and ends in a fairly steamy Pynch makeout session because SUPERHEROES

look alive sunshine 109 in the sky and the pigs won’t quit you’re here with me dr. death defy i’ll be your surgeon your proctor your helicopter pumpin out the slaughter-matic sounds to keep you live

[KING]: Ronan

a system failure for the masses anti-matter for the master plan louder than god’s revolver and twice as shiny this one’s for all you rock and rollers all you crash queens and motor babies

[KING]: Ronan!

listen up the future is bullet proof the aftermath is secondary it’s time to do it now and do it loud killjoys make some noise!

[KING]: RONAN LYNCH!

*cut music*

[DRM MCHN] What the hell, Gansey? I thought we were using code names!

[KING]: You weren’t answering the comms! Turn off that racket; we’ve got a job to do.

[DRM MCHN]: Fucking lame, old man. This is my GAME TIME soundtrack. We can’t go into battle without some good shit playing!

*cue Ride of the Valkyries*

[COLA]: Now this is just pretentious. Only villains listen to opera, KING.

[MIRROR]: Oh, thank you, COLA for reminding these amateurs how to use code names. And I agree. Opera is a no go.

[KING]: BEEBOY and GHOST get a vote, too! C’mon guys, back me up. Also, MIRROR, see what I did there? Code names.

[MIRROR]: Yeah, we’re all super impressed.

[BEEBOY]: If it’s not “Like a Virgin” then I don’t want to hear it.

[GHOST]: …this is completely unfair because I know y’all will turn mine down.

[KING]: Noa—I mean, GHOST, don’t say that.

[GHOST]: Um, DRM MCHN can you help a guy out?

[DRM MCHN]: I got you, BOO.

[GHOST]: …that’s not my name…

[COLA]: Hey, don’t go calling other dudes “boo.”

[DRM MCHN]: Sorry, babe.

[MIRROR]: Is anyone gonna play something?! We have a mission we need to be getting to.

[DRM MCHN]: Yeah, yeah, one second…

SQUASH ONE! SQUASH TWO! SQUASH—

[KING, MIRROR, BEEBOY, COLA]: SHUT IT OFF!

[DRM MCHN]: *diabolical laughter*

[BEEBOY]: Ugh, your DJ rights are revoked. Permanently.

[DRM MCHN]: Try and stop me, motherfu—

[KING]: ENOUGH! God… MIRROR, what’s the sitrep on the ground?

[MIRROR]: Hostile invasion of GREENMANTLE forces in the southeast quadrant. They’ve set up a base in the drug store.

[KING]: Curses!

[MIRROR, DRM MCHN, COLA, GHOST, BEEBOY]: ……curses?

[KING]: Whatever, trying to keep the airwaves clean.

[DRM MCHN]: Okay, Captain America.

[COLA]: I suggest sending BEEBOY for recon, GHOST for diversion. The rest of us will contain them. Set to stun?

[KING]: Roger that.

[MIRROR]: Time to show these assholes that Henrietta is not their playground!

[DRM MCHN]: MIRROR quit stealing my lines, you midget.

[COLA]: Someone has been watching too many action movies…

[MIRROR]: You know what, you two can—

[BEEBOY]: Oh shit! Guys, they have K CORPS drones on site! Looks like they’re preparing to launch. DRM MCHN, COLA, you guys are up!

[DRM MCHN]: Fucking finally! COLA, watch my six, I’m goin’ in.

[COLA]: I got you. MIRROR and KING, don’t let any sneak by. GHOST, get that diversion going ASAP.

*lots of fighting happens. DRM MCHN swears a lot. there is much yelling. chaos! mayhem! anarchy! and yet the RAVEN TEAM wins the day*

Later… back at the secret base aka the first floor of Monmouth Manufacturing

“Yee-haw!!!” Adam yells, yanking off his helmet and shaking his hair out. Sweat goes flying and Ronan swears he’s never seen a more beautiful sight in his life (he thinks this every time).

Ronan drops his helmet to the concrete and picks Adam up, spinning him around while Adam sends up another victory cry. They’re both laughing and giddy, hearts pounding, adrenaline pumping…

“Oh my god,” Ronan pants, “if you do not get me out of this armor right now I am going die.”

Adam cups Ronan’s face in his gloved hands and kisses him. And keeps kissing him.

“Guys!” Blue yells. “Get a room! I don’t need to witness your post-battle makeouts all the time.”

Ronan holds Adam to him with one arm, a feat that’s mostly accomplished because Adam has his legs wrapped securely around Ronan’s waist, and flips Blue off. He doesn’t stop kissing Adam for a moment. Post-battle makeouts are the best makeouts.

Henry says something to Gansey, then Blue, and the three of them retreat upstairs. Noah has already made his exit.

“Kind of them to give us the whole first floor,” Adam comments as he starts helping Ronan out of his armor. It’s a complicated process but Adam’s done this countless of times and he’s the best at it; Ronan gets frustrated too easily.

“Hmmm,” Ronan steals a kiss before Adam pushes him back against the wall.

“Patience.” Adam’s smile is a tease, so is the slow trace of his fingers down Ronan’s spine as he peels off the skintight suit that they wear beneath the armor. Ronan’s skin is hot, sweaty, making it difficult to work his arms out of the long sleeves.

“Parrish…” Ronan groans, trying to lean forward to kiss Adam again but Adam pulls back, keeping Ronan’s wrists trapped in the sleeves of his suit.

“Patience.” Adam’s lips press against Ronan’s wrists, then the crook of his elbow, his shoulder, the side of his neck.

“Why do you live to torment me?” Ronan hisses.

Adam laughs quietly and finally frees Ronan’s wrists. The lightweight armor keeps him from feeling the heat of Ronan’s bare chest pressing against him but he doesn’t mind, especially when Ronan really enjoys making out with him while he wears his armor.

“Why are you such an armor junkie?” Adam asks. His voice comes out huskier than usual.

Ronan wraps a leg around Adam’s waist, pulling their bodies together. His arms twine around Adam. There isn’t a bit of space between them, just the thin material of the suit that clings to Ronan’s hips and legs, and the hard, smooth armor encasing Adam from foot to neck.

“Why are you so hot?” Ronan replies.

Ronan’s hands are in Adam’s hair, his back chafes against the brick wall. Adam smiles against Ronan’s neck, breaths in the scent of him, hands moving down to grip his ass.

“Why are you so… so…” Adam’s thoughts melt away, articulation lost.

Ronan bites Adam’s lower lip.

“Cat got your tongue, COLA?”

Adam moans a little. “No code names during…” Ronan yanks on his hair, which derails him for a moment. “…you really want me to call you DRM MCHN right now?”

“Ugh. No, nevermind. Total buzzkill. You know I hate that codename.” Ronan makes a face and Adam kisses the corner of his mouth.

“Had to take your ego down a peg, babe.”

“Not working,” Ronan smirks and bites kisses along Adam’s jaw.

“You don’t play fair,” Adam pants in Ronan’s ear.

“Never did.”

Adam covers Ronan’s mouth with his and kisses him for so long that his jaw starts to hurt, for so long that it’s only Ronan’s quiet whimper that snaps him out of it. The rough surface of the brick wall is scraping Ronan’s back, his skin bright pink, especially along his spine.

“I’m sorry—” Adam starts but Ronan tackles him to the floor before he can finish.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Ronan huffs as he straddles Adam. “This is pretty much the hottest thing we’ve done since… well, the last time we had a battle.”

“The perks of saving the world,” Adam jokes.

“Uh-huh,” Ronan agrees, “now get the hell out of that armor.”

Adam’s grin could light up a power grid. “Yes, sir.”

[Lyrics at the beginning are from the video intro to “Na Na Na” by My Chemical Romance. Ronan & Adam’s suits/armor are kinda based on what Jaeger pilots wear in Pacific Rim.]

And I swear to god I am over you.
And I promise that I don’t I need you.
And I tell myself you aren’t worth it.

But I’m not over you.
But I need you so much.
But you’re worth every tear.
Every heartbreak. Every ache in my pounding, weak chest.

Every time I see your face, it hurts a little more.
Every time I hear your name, I want to die a little more.
Every time I get a whiff of the cologne you always wore, I swear to god I want to crawl into your arms and tell you I love you through my tears of blood.

But,
Every time I see your face, I’m reminded of what you did.
Every time I hear your name, I want to let them know what you did.
Every time I get a whiff of the cologne you always wore, I swear to god I want to rip her head off of her shoulders and scream and yell for what you both did to me.
The two people I trusted the most, were the two people who betrayed me the most.
You always wanted him. And you just couldn’t help yourself.

V route thoughts (spoilers)

I remember finishing the secret endings a year ago and being so utterly devastated I would have done everything to get a V route so I could save him, but I never actually imagined the day would come when I would have his route in my hands, let alone finish it and yet here I am (thanks to all the hourglasses I spent money on haha…. ha… *cough*). I had my share of fears when his route was first announced, like would we have to play as rika or maybe even help the two get back together, or if V and MC starts a relationship would it be too soon etc etc., but after finishing both the good and normal endings and shedding lots of tears (seriously LOTS) I have to say I’m satisfied (I wouldn’t necessarily call it 11 pleasurable days though… more like… angsty days… anyway). Cheritz did a great job with the story, the voice acting, the soundtrack.. and the CGs, I was really worried they would end up looking like the CGs in the DLCs but my god the CGs were amazing. Of course there are some things I wish were different and I have so many feels so more screaming under the cut. 

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Writing Prompts!

1. “Please don’t leave me.”
2. “I thought we were best friends.”
3. “I love you, but I can’t do this. I’m so sorry.”
4. “Murders? Check. Mayhem? Check. Finally, something interesting!”
5. “The game is on!”
6. “No! I refuse!”
7. “Sherlock, if you walk out, we’re done. For good.”
8. “You have no other choice.” “Try me.”
9. “I thought—” “You shouldn’t.”
10. “No. We’re done here.”
11. “THERE’S SO MUCH BLOOD.”
12. “I thought we were friends. Everything… This — all of this — was for a damn case?
13. “What, am I not good enough for you?”
14. “Everyone falls, even angels. Everyone makes mistakes — you yourself said the human race is a flawed creation, or evolution, whatever, but doesn’t it always come down to the individual? Isn’t that what sets us apart — love, failure, determination, life, not just survival?”
15. “You were suppose to be different!”
16. “Fight me. Let’s see if you can really back up your claims, huh?”
17. “Bring it on.”
18. “Please, don’t do this! This isn’t you!”
19. “Huh. And I thought I was dramatic.”
20. “Get the hell off my case, Holmes, and take your little doctor friend with you. I’m not Inspector Lestrade who runs to you every time a real criminal gets loose, and I won’t hesitate to arrest you.”
21. “This was NOT my idea! Sherlock!
22. “Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you just did?”
23. “Don’t you dare—” “Told you so.”
24. “I swear to God if you die, I’ll kill you.”
25. “Who are you again?”
26. “Care to explain why my bathtub is full of frogs?”
27.“Quit asking how I got stuck up here and just catch me.”
28. “I swear this isn’t blood, it’s cherries.”
29. “I don’t know who put the cat in my shower, but I’m not amused.”
30. “Seriously! I just put that pie out, who took it?”
31. “Is that a ring box in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?”
32. “Keep your flea riddled bird out of my hair or else.”
33. “Did you just put a dirty diaper in that car trunk and close it?”
34. “Is the lipstick on my cheek really necessary?”
35. “Whatever he’s saying, he’s lying!”
36. “I play a mean air guitar if that’s what you’re asking.”
37. “How about we put on some pants and figure this out?”
38. “I’m sorry but swimming in the fountain isn’t allowed.”
39. “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”
40. “Are you seriously stealing flowers off that grave?”


MORE COMING SOON.

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“Technically, no.”

It’s Albus who answers, and his voice has taken on a sudden, surprisingly academic tone. “We play a different game, one that we invented ourselves… It started as GURPS, and then grew into something a bit more… convoluted.”

Albus sits at one of the chairs surrounding the miniature fantasy setting, and motions for Harry to take a seat next to him. “GURPS?” Harry asks, shoving past Tom to sit next to the redheaded man he has decided he doesn’t hate quite so much.

“Generic Universal RolePlaying System,” Albus answer smartly. “It’s a sort of generic platform to make your own tabletop game, but ours has evolved far beyond that point. You see, Tom and I have been… playing against each other for a long time.”

“Is that so,” Harry says, looking to Tom. 

Tom scowls and sits at the chair at the end of the end of the table, furthest from them. “Albus is the one who got me into this mess,” he mutters.

“What Tom means to say is, ‘Albus is the kind, wonderful person who introduced me to a world of magic and mayhem’.”

“You basically threatened me in a very passive-aggressive manner.”

“I gently coerced you into entertaining the notion; to take you to a place where you could fully immerse yourself in a story…”

“There was fire involved!”

“It wasn’t real.”

Harry’s eyes were swiveling back and forth between the two of them as they quipped, equal parts amused and astounded. It was clear that these two were not exactly… friends, but… Well, they couldn’t quite be enemies, either, if they were willing to play games with each other…

More like rivals, he concludes.

“So, wait. Hold on a second,” Harry interrupts, glancing at Tom. “He got you into playing Dungeons and Dragons - or whatever this is, I guess - GURPS? What do you call it if it’s not even that, anymore?”

Harry stares down at the table they use, at how intricate each individual piece seems to be, and can’t help but think that this is something ridiculously specific. “The name changes from game to game, depending on who’s running it,” Albus says. “Most recently, we were calling it, ‘Philosophically’.”

“Er… what?”

“Albus always comes up with the stupidest names when he’s the DM,” Tom snarls.

“GM,” Albus says, as though correcting him. “And how are my game titles stupid?”

“They always end in an -ly, like you think you’re so interesting, using unexpected adjectives.”

“I am interesting. And so are my games, thank you very much. Admit it. You love every characterization, every subtle exchange, every obvious motive, every moment of drama… You’re just salty because you did so terribly last round.”

“I did not!” Tom huffs, and Harry gets the distinct impression that Albus is even more skilled at getting a rise out of Tom than he is. “I solved all your stupid riddles in record time!”

“You still didn’t win the philosopher’s stone,” Albus says lightly, his eyes glittering behind his spectacles. 

“Well, my main character didn’t die… much to your displeasure,” Tom growls.

“No, but your other one did. And besides, there are fates far worse than death, Tom… I admit, just killing your main character off would not quite satisfy me, at this point…”

“I swear to god, Albus, every time you talk, I hate you a little bit more.”

Harry isn’t sure if he should be laughing or not, but when he catches Albus’s sly smile, decided it’s allowable. “I sense that there’s a very interesting history, here,” he says, grinning. 

“Like I said,” Albus murmurs, “Tom and I have been playing against each other for a long… long time.”

The sound of the front door opening and footsteps shuffling above them causes them all to pause. Albus claps his hands together, looking joyful. “Ah, well, I suppose we’ll fill you in more as a group, Harry.”

Albus’s eyes brighten and he stands. “The rest of the party is here.”

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Hoseok + 11

11. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“Are you trying to kill me?” Hoseok asks you as you place a box with holes in front of him. The biggest hole, the one that caught his attention, sits in front of him. It taunts him, or at least that’s what he thinks.

“Relax, hun,” you kiss him on the temple as you pat his back gently. “It’s just a guessing game. I made sure it’s safe for you, so don’t worry.”

“That really isn’t the point,” he replies as he inserts his hand slowly, just as you instructed him to. The pace doesn’t stay that way very long, as Hoseok freaks out as soon as he felt the movement inside.

“Relax, it’s alive but it won’t hurt you,” you attempt to calm him down, but to no avail. “Well, the point is to destress you, you know. I know you’re stressed recently.”

“This isn’t exactly the way to do it, babe.”

“Trust me, it is.” Your reassurance falls on deaf ears as Hoseok almost screams when he feels something scratch his finger inside.

“My heart is about to explode,” he whines as he bravely tries to pet whatever it is that’s inside the box. His expression is confused and for some reason, you find it super amusing.

“So what do you think? Do you know what it is?” Excitedly, you sit just a bit closer to him because you honestly couldn’t wait for him to figure it out.

“I do. I think it’s going to be the cause of my death.” Hoseok tells you with a straight face and you scoff at his remark.

If he only knew what was inside.

“Hoseok, you’re being dramatic,” you say as you cling to his arm. “It’s just a surprise. All you gotta do is guess what it is!”

“I am not! It isn’t that simple. I swear if I die of heart attack, I’m going to haunt your ass and remind you of your mistakes every single day.”

“God, Hoseok. It’s just a dog!”

Realizing your mistake, you put both hands on your mouth as you stare at him wide-eyed. He looks equally surprised, but it’s easily overcome by his excitement.

“Is it really?”

Taking his hand out to fully unbox the puppy you adopted the other day, Hoseok’s face lights up like a Christmas tree as soon as it looks at him.

As with everyone else, it takes the dog little time to warm up to Hoseok. She immediately falls for your boyfriend and watching them, you would think Hoseok fell at first sight too.

Feeling a little neglected, you flop on to a nearby couch and wonder to yourself–

“Was this a good idea?”

You hear Hoseok’s loud chuckle and the delightful barking of the little one and you decide that yep, it’s a good idea after all.

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Dancing with the Linebacker - Chapter 9

Rated: M  (Swearing, sexy stuff)

*I want to say a big Thank You to @frenzy5150 for your idea of Anna talking to Brooke about that asshat Hans - Thanks Frenzy! You are the best!


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“This has been quite the day, hasn’t it?”  Anna mused as the make up people buzzed around their heads and prepared them for the show.

“It sure has.”  Kristoff smiled at her.  He was glad that the filming on show days was short to accomodate editing for the live broadcast.  All the times they practiced the dance in private, they had fully emursed themselves in the enjoyment of touching each other, holding nothing back in the way of where there hands fell as they went through the routine.

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The first Grindr story is about this guy that I still don’t know his name but I’ve been to him like 5 times over the past 3 weeks and okay this guy is REALLY WEIRD and creepy but he’s the only person that lives close enough that I can walk to his house hdkduskjed. ( I live in a really small neighborhood ) and btw I’m 18 and he’s 68, leave me alone. And so the first time I went to his house I thought I was going to die because when I got naked for him he looked at me with these WIDE eyes and I said a little prayer I swear to god. But wtvr so he sucked me off and I am kind of disgusted bc like I don’t want an old dude to cum all over me dkdhdkjene so (I DO THIS EVERY TIME) I tell him I have to pick up my little brother from karate and I would be late if I didn’t leave at that time (I make sure I go visit him at the same time each day so I can use this excuse jehjdysjdjs) and like.. I don’t even have a little brother Hhhhh. He also orders condoms for me online because I’m too embarrassed to buy them in the store myself HHHDUDUSKEND

Blind/Mute/Deaf Sterek Rec List

For the amazing Angsty who kindly answered this post (seriously you were the only one… but you would’ve been my first choice anyway ;)) and gave me the idea for my new rec list!! Sorry it’s a little later than supposed darling! Hope you enjoy ^^


Let’s start with : Blind!

Stiles -

Darkness Before Dawn by lanoirpapillon / 856 w. / T

Prompt:
“Due to the actions of the Alpha pack, Stiles goes blind. After the threat is gone, Stiles has to learn to live without his sight, and maybe Derek would make the perfect seeing-eye wolf.”

Put Me Next to an Open Window by orphan_account / 959 w. / T

Derek has always mentioned, in passing, the side effects of turning. There’s always the chance it won’t take and the person could die; after that, though, there is any number of other things that could complicate life further. He never expected one of those things to actually happen—they’re considered rare, those malfunctions—and certainly never to a member of his own pack.

Guide by peenwolf (hellafab) / 1511 w. / G

Stiles goes for an angry walk in the woods.

The Stories In His Skin by Sangwin / 1565 w. / Not Rated (I say T to M, depending on how sensitive you are. See warnings in fic.)

There is a scar on the side of Derek’s neck, towards the back, just along the curative. Stiles fingertips always manage to find it.

It’s Just Like You to Come and Go by wednesdays / 2465 w. / T

Stiles is blind. Derek may or may not like him a little lot.

I See You Better by theroguesgambit / 4685 w. / T

He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.

At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.

The Beacon Bean by SPCMRose / 5681 w. / Not Rated (I say G)

My dear Angsty, this one was part of Fluffy’s original rec list that started the fanfic war but it’s just too good to not add it to Blind!Stiles ;)

He’s blind. His mate is blind. Looks like Derek will be relying on his stunning personality to win him over. Derek is so screwed…

AKA: Derek’s back in Beacon Hills, and decides to head out for a coffee. Stiles is blind, and Derek’s found his mate.

Stiles is a baker~

Blinded by the Light of Your Smile by Tribi / 9489 w. / Not Rated (I say T) / warning : girl Stiles

Derek is blindfolded, Stiles is blind, and the sidewalk is trying to kill them both. The major death happens off screen a few years in the past.

Music and Curry by LadyFaceElena / Series / Total 15465 w. /  E to M

Part 1 : Let Me Keep This One

“You’ve gone quiet again. Did I freak you out?” Stiles looked concerned and he was still holding on to Derek’s arm which had gone tense.

“No. I… no you didn’t,” Derek said in a rush. “I just didn’t expect to meet anyone. Like you,” he added.

“Fantastic and glorious?”

Derek bit his lip for a second, then said, “Well yes. Kind of.”

Cornerstone by Vendelin / 83738 w. / E

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

And here are some WIP or Incomplete fics. BUT! Rest assured that if they’re in this rec, it means the words they’ve written so far are worth it ;)

I Made a Resolution by Dream_tempo / 5136 w. / T / WARNING - INCOMPLETE / ABANDONED

His senior year of high school, Stiles gets into a wolf-related accident and loses his sight. From there on, everything is different, no matter how much he wants it all to stay the same.

Oddly enough, the one person who seems to understand it all the most is Derek.

He Sees Me for Me by Karlarado / 23999 w. / Not Rated (for now, I say T) / WARNING - WIP

Derek and his adopted daughter move to Beacon Hills to try and start up a normal life. They meet Stiles in a park with his service/seeing-eye dog and while Malia bonds with the dog, Derek ends up bonding with Stiles.

Windows by dr_girlfriend / 44428 w. (so far) / WIP (updated regularly, srl read it!!) / E / *This fic was submitted by the other in this post here, and so much thanks to her for doing so!!!

Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.

That’s it for Stiles!! If you want more Blind Stiles, you can visit my ladies own rec list HERE!


Derek - 

Sourwolf Inc by LadyFaceElena / 4665 w. / M

And then there was Stiles. Dear god was there Stiles. He tried to avoid the strangely scented human, but it seemed any time Derek needed anyone, Stiles was there. When he was shot and dying, when he was poisoned. Twice. When he was possessed and aching, and cold and lonely, and grieving. It was always Stiles.

Feeling You by secretfanboy / 6158 w. / T

When Derek loses his sight and hearing saving Scott from an attack, the Stilinski’s take him in. As nurse and patient Stiles and Derek grow closer, but what will happen when Derek gets better? Will Stiles be left with a broken heart?

Cirque de la Lune by LadyFaceElena / 21058 w. / E / Bring your tissues!!

Derek’s jaw tensed. “Why are you here, Stiles?” he repeated, his voice sounding powerful and angry. Not the timid, unsure Derek Stiles had known before.

Stiles felt something rush though him. “Because I had hope. That maybe my stupid act of letting you go really was the right thing? Because we’re strong now and I still want you. I dream of you every night, Derek, I swear to god. Every night. And every time I let myself sit still for a second I feel your lips on mine, your hands on me, and I promise you if you reject me tonight I’ll leave, but I’ll never get over you. I’ll pine for you until I die.”

And here are some WIP or Incomplete fics. BUT! Rest assured that if they’re in this rec, it means the words they’ve written so far are worth it ;)

Summoning A Mate by Saskia / 3603 w. / G / WARNING - INCOMPLETE / ABANDONED

Blinded by a hunter, Derek has no intention of ever finding his mate. What good is a blind werewolf to anyone? But when Isaac and Scott hire a witch to summon Derek’s mate, a storm brings more than just a Stilinski to their little town.
Will Derek be able to fight his desire and reign in his wolf from claiming his mate? And what if Derek’s past isn’t finished with him yet?


And now : Mute

Stiles - 

Smooth Sounds of Stiles by literaryoblivion / 957 w. / G

To Derek, Stiles’s incessant chatter is like one of those noise machines, and he tunes it out, until he doesn’t have to anymore.

Can’t Wait by RBnC / 2388 w. / G

It’s really a chance encounter. Derek wasn’t going to sign up to T. A. the stupid class but he needed the credits for FAFSA to kick in. He never would have guessed he’d meet the rambunctious ball of energy.

And here are some WIP or Incomplete fics. BUT! Rest assured that if they’re in this rec, it means the words they’ve written so far are worth it ;)

Ink’d by sourwulfur / 17089 w. / T / WARNING - INCOMPLETE / ABANDONED

Several years ago, most of the Hale family died in a fire. Since then, Laura and Derek Hale moved to New York; until recently. They moved back when Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall were sixteen, opening a tattoo parlor that they owned and operated, named Ink’d. The Hales have always been known for being secretive; and, Stiles, well, he may just accidentally stumble upon their secrets.

That’s it for Stiles!! If you want more Mute Stiles, you can visit my ladies own rec list HERE!


Derek - 

Silence is Golden by werewolfsaz / Series / Total 1487 w. / G

Part 1 : Please Say Hello To Me

I’ve seen you in here hundreds of times, browsing through the DVD’s, picking up a few metal CD’s. I always wanted to say hello but I didn’t know how to approach you. I mean, I’m not much to look at and I have a terrible habit of rambling when I’m nervous. I can feel the babbling threatening to burst out everytime I see your lithe form with its long black hair, sharp green eyes and gentle face. I rush out of the store every day, kicking myself for not saying ‘hello’ this time. And every single time I promise myself that next time I’ll do it. I’ll walk up to you, smile winningly, say something witty and introduce myself. Yes, thats the plan. The very next time I see you.

There’s a Revolution in My Bedroom by ObliqueOptimism / 3478 w. / T

Derek is a man of few words, but that’s okay, he has Stiles now.

you never said a word by waywardgirl / 6868 w. / T / bring the tissues!

Slowly, but surely, they worked themselves around the circle of chairs until eight sessions after the first they finally found themselves sitting next to each other.(Or the one where Derek and Stiles meet in a counseling support group for teens)


Last but not least : Deaf

Stiles - 

Explosions by Doteruna / 282 w. / T

This one is actually impressive in his level of feels versus the number of words…

One of Derek’s worst fears comes to life; someone attacks his pack in his own home.

I found this scribbled in the back of my math notebook and decided to post it.

Pretty Eyes by oddballgirl / 430 w. / G

kid!Derek wants to talk to kid!Stiles but doesn’t know how. So he asks Laura to help…

Wild Tonic by officerstilinskihale / 11010 / M

Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.

“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.

“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.

But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek’s arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

Me too.

Sounds Like Love by dalex_allen / 20433 w. / E

Derek meets Stiles in English class. Stiles is deaf.

And here are some WIP or Incomplete fics. BUT! Rest assured that if they’re in this rec, it means the words they’ve written so far are worth it ;)

Passing Notes to Say 'I Love You’ by AceLotti / 18618 w. / M / WARNING - INCOMPLETE / ABANDONED

Love is Deaf. You can’t just tell someone you love them. You have to show them.

That’s it for Stiles!! If you want more Deaf Stiles, you can visit my ladies own rec list HERE!


Derek - 

You don’t have to hear your heartbeat to feel it by redhoodedwolf / 1186 w. / G

It took Stiles longer than he’d like to admit for him to discover his TA for Mythological Studies was deaf.


Give Me A Sign by WhichWolfWins / 2215 w. / E

Stiles decides to learn sign language so he can communicate better with Derek and he ends up using it to communicate his feelings for him.


Laughter is the Best Medicine by literaryoblivion / 4432 w. / T

He hasn’t always been deaf.

Although, sometimes, he wishes he was. Mainly because he knows what he’s missing. He remembers what the rustle of the wind in the trees sounds like, remembers what kids playing in the playground sounded like, what laughter sounded like.

He misses it. A lot.

Through the Silence, Hold onto Me. by Inkforwords / 5040 w. / T

The pack has a run-in with a witch and while the spell that was cast on Stiles had thankfully worn off after her gruesome and timely demise, the spell that got Derek hasn’t seemed to. Or at least there are some lingering side effects. Derek is, for the time being deaf and will only let Stiles get remotely close to him when he’s upset.

Falling on Deaf Ears by CupcakeTerminal  / 5908 w. / T

“That night Derek fell asleep content which probably explained why he woke up the next morning deaf. He had long ago accepted that someone out in the Cosmos hated him.”

Feeling You by secretfanboy / 6158 w. / T / *Also Blind but not for long*

When Derek loses his sight and hearing saving Scott from an attack, the Stilinski’s take him in. As nurse and patient Stiles and Derek grow closer, but what will happen when Derek gets better? Will Stiles be left with a broken heart?

Speak to Me by Ember / 9168 w. / T

Derek became deaf from the fire that took his family long ago, and has refused to speak since. But when he is forced to speak in the court case of the woman who betrayed him long ago, he begrudgingly accepts the help of a newly graduated speech pathologist. Stiles, however, is about to teach a whole lot more.

Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes / 15645 w. / E

One of Stiles’ favorite things about life is Derek Hale’s food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.

Counting to Infinity by artenon / 15,763 w. / T *submitted by derekhaleisagryffindor, thank you!!*

When Derek goes deaf, he finds himself going to Stiles for help. Stiles does.

I’m Derek Hale’s Boyfriend by LadyFaceElena / Series / Total 59540 w. / E to M to T

Part 1 : Just Let Go

And then Derek’s warm, strong arm came round his middle and held him, grounding him, bringing him back to the present. He smelled musty like sex and cologne, and his chest pressed against Stiles’ back was cold and sweaty. But it was more comfort than Stiles had ever felt in his life. Derek pressed a kiss to the back of Stiles’ head and just that little gesture told Stiles it was okay to just let go. To be in the moment, and close his eyes and just… let go.

That’s it for Derek!! If you want more Deaf Derek, you can visit my ladies own rec list HERE!


Ok I have one last for you guys… and this one comes with a heavy warning… If you want to cry yourself to death, be utterly depressive afterwards and ask yourself about the existence of life, go right ahead :

Blind/Mute/Deaf Stiles

Senses by Doteruna / 237 w. / Not Rated ( I must say I don’t know what to rate it either…)

Another drabble I found in my notebook and wanted to share. Stiles and Derek have an argument that ends with Stiles leaving the house.


And this is the END of this rec! I hope you will all enjoy it, especially you Angsty, and that it will bring Sterek Joy and Happiness in your gloomy days :)

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See ya all next time dear followers!!! ^^

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Number 17: War On Terror

Ah, yes, this episode. If you’ll excuse me whilst I grab a tissue for a moment? *Distinct sound of me crying*

Alright, back to business.

This was a good episode, don’t get me wrong. The fact that George literally solved this whole case because Henry got hurt makes me die inside every single time. My poor cinnamon roll *sniff* HE DIDN’T DESERVE THIS. AND NOR DID HE DESERVE WHAT HAPPENED IN HELL TO PAY MY GOD WRITERS GIVE HIM SOME HAPPINESS IN HIS LIFE

Okay I’m calm I swear. This is also a good one for those who like Gemily, it pretty much founds the relationship. So you can thank Henry for that in his own special way because had this not happened, George wouldn’t have pursued justice for Henry and therefore wouldn’t have let Emily join him on his case.

You

Are

Welcome.

Tune in tomorrow for 16 :)

I Think We're In Minsk
Snowing
I Think We're In Minsk

play vera lynn at my funeral, though i don’t think we will meet again. i’m not morbid, i’m just forgetful, and i think it’d be a funny way to end.

but i can wait to get there. i know that light is somewhere so i’ll fucking find it i swear, tie it down and drag it back home. sunburnt like every summer, sleepless like every new year. if i die, i’m dying right here. all my friends, i’m begging you stay close. 

real life: it will get you every time. oh my god. now let me contradict the last few things i wrote, like, “i’m not morbid, i’m just forgetful”. because i am morbid. the dam is fucking breaking.

Evolution of HunHan

This is a long ass post

Phase ONE: The Awkward Predicament

Hey, so, you know when you have a crush on someone, you tend to act kind of weird around them? This is what I call the Awkward Predicament.

Now, on the contrary to popular belief, the Awkwardness Predicament isn’t necessarily a negative phase (for hunhan it most definitely wasn’t). A change in one’s behaviour around “said crush” is technically a display of affection/admiration in itself. 

Take this moment for example…

LuHan: Oh fuck, it’s the maknae.

SeHun: Just gonna walk all the way up to LuHan hyung and get all up in his personal space, not for any particular reason aside from the fact he’s a sexy little beast.

Oh my god, LuHan, honey, please don’t pull that face x

LuHan can physically feel the awkward vibes radiating off of Sehun in this moment and…it’s so adorable, like….fuck. The way LuHan turns away because he doesn’t know what the fuck to do is just (okay, you can kill me now)


And here it is again.

O_O SEHUNNNN !!!!!!!!!!! KALSJKASL

Look at that daydreamy Sehun admiring his little Hannie. Like bro, my feels can only take so much. And LuHan kind of glances over like “aha…yep…” because he knows Sehun is just STARING at him like the awkward marshmallow that he is and has no idea what to do. THEY’RE BOTH SO AWKWARD AND ADORABLE!!!

Basically ^^ in this interview, LuHan kind of had a brain blank and forgot how to speak Korean (aww, bless him) so he kind of just looked at Sehun like “…fuck, help me.” And of course, Sehun’s just standing there like “trollolol”. Ahh, so awkward…so cute <3

Phase TWO: Target Proxemics

The Target proxemics is basically referring to that thing that HunHan used to do a lot back in the day…which is…

UNBREAKABLE CHAINS OF STARING.

For real bro.

For real.

It’s a given fact that when you’re in the presence of someone you:

A. Are attracted to

B. Find sexually appealing 

C. Hate

you will subconsciously stare at them whenever they’re close to you or in the same proxemics as you.

And I’m assuming HunHan don’t hate each other, considering… 

So either A or B is totally cool with me ;)

But yeah…the staring thing…

It’s not even like…a subtle thing. So I don’t think I really need to talk about it that much, haha.

Stage THREE: Principal Polar Attraction

I don’t really remember when exactly it was that HunHan got all touchy feely with each other…but hey, I ain’t complaining ;)

*cough* LuHan wants his daddy *COUGH*

LuHan’s just stroking Sehun’s arm…as you do.

Yep, he wants it bad ;) 

LuHan: Your chin is sexy.

Sehun: What is life.

^^This picture is everywhere though, and with good reason because it’s the most adorable shit I’ve ever seen ever like, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh let me die in peace please, like guys, come on

IT’S BABY LU LOOKIN AFTER SEHUNNIE ;-; LIKE FOR REAL GUYS, I’M LOSING MY SHIT. I’M LITERALLY LOSING MY SHIT. SO MUCH SHIT HAS BEEN LOST. I HAVE NO SHIT LEFT. I’M FUCKING SHITLESS. I’VE BEEN HUNHAN-ED SHITLESS.

Okay. What was I saying?

Oh yeah. And this.

I’m not going to speak about that set of gifs because if I try I’m actually going to start crying because my fucking feels man.

This though *sigh* Sehun protecting his baby Lulu :’) like, I seriously can’t. (Only appreciated this gif after I got over how white Sehun was being with his fucking Starbucks frap though) 

Stage FOUR: The Fanboy effect 

Simple as: You know it’s a solid ship when said ship member is the other’s biggest fan-boy.

^^ Sehun cheering LuHan on ;w;

^^Sehun’s excitement when LuHan finishes the race *sniffs* I’m not crying

Sehun celebrating LuHan coming second…okay, yeah, now I’m crying.

FOR FUCK’S SAKE THOMAS, GROW SOME FUCKING–

but it’s Hunhan, so I give myself permission to be emotional. Manly stuff this is.

Wow, my mates are out playing rugby right now and this is what I’m doing. Really defines me as a character, doesn’t it XD

Stage FIVE: Second Hand Fulfilment 

This is going to sound cheesy as fuck, but they…um… “complete each other”. As in, them together forms a bond that connects the two of them and evermore benefits both of their individual aspects, both physically and emotionally…eh.

Well, there goes my emotional stability. I swear to god, every time I do one of these things, it just ends with me sitting under my bed covers crying because HunHan.

It doesn’t die guys. No matter what they say, Hunhan never dies.

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one day I’ll draw Josh Dun with different hair
but today
is not that day.

Also I swear he looks like a different person every time I draw him I’m afraid I’ll never get it consistent welp. oh my god do i try

Partly inspired by those pictures where Josh’s facial expression is bizarrely similar to that of a startled Cornish Rex cat (hence why he’s holding a funny alien-ish looking cat; it’s a Rex). No joke, that man is a human Cornish Rex. Whenever someone asks what sort of cat Josh would look like, I will hands down insist he’s a Cornish Rex. That, friends, is the hill I’m willing to die on. JOSH DUN IS A CORNISH REX FITE ME ON IT.
Rexies aren’t considered the prettiest of cats, but goshdarn they’re sweet and endearing and friendly (and I think they’re v v cute). Just like our dear favourite drummer. And sort of alien-looking, which I figured was appropriate. So here. Have a couple of alien cats.

Anyway, as usual, you can find this on Redbubble!