ah im proud of this one

Ah, Azeroth’s finest out at the front defending against the Legion! And look at these adorable turtles.

Oh! Look at this one in the water!

Let’s take a closer look at them- Wait………what is

Let’s just - Oh….Oh hello

I am so proud of him and his aid against the Legion. Thank you, Dagg.

Wrong Number// Imagine Idubbbz// Imagine Ian Carter

The long candle lighter rests against the wick, and you click the trigger, your finger a bit sore from lighting all of the candles along your nightstands and dresser. you reach for your long cardboard box, and pull out a powder covered deep red incense stick, pressing the wooden end into the incense holder tray. you light that as well, and the sweet smell of cherries lightly trails with the smoke. These are the nights you love, peaceful ones where you just grab a book, cuddle up under your blankets and read until you fall asleep.It’s kind of strange when you read too much, you have the dark words burned into your eyes, and can see them against the walls.just as you’re about to take a break, your phone rings beside you. It’s an unfamiliar number, but you decide to answer anyway, could be someone from work.

“hello” you say casually, attempting to read at the same time. theres alot of background noise on the other end, static yelling, and laughing.

“where are you cunt, we’ve been waiting half an hour for your faggot ass” a voice you dont recognise, you stammer a bit.

“uh… i think you’ve got the wrong number” you say, hearing another voice in the background.

“gimme the phone you stupid fucker thats not the number” it says, you panic and hang up the phone, nearly throwing it away from you, picking your book back up, theres no point in worrying over that. Wrong number calls and texts happen all of the time. the sentence you left off on in your book is still pretty fresh in your mind, so you scan the page for that. another noise pulls your focus away, the sound that signals a text message, you sigh and grab your phone. Same unfamiliar number.

“hey, im sorry about the phone call, and calling you a cunt and faggot.” it reads, if you dont text back, theyll probably think you’re some uppity bitch. why do you care what they think though…?

“It’s alright, wrong number calls happen all of the time” you write, you care because you’re a nice person.

“must have really caught you off guard, that’s actually a term of endearment between my friends and, i believe it or not” by the sound of the voice, you feel safe to assume that it’s a guy.

“guys are like that, us girls just call each other wonderful names when we dont mean it” you write, it’s honest.

“ah, so you’re a girl, and one of those types” he says, one of those types? Admittingly, you did make it seem like every girl does that.

“not entirely, i mean i guess i say alot of things i dont mean. Like ‘sure strange person, its fine that you called me a cunt and a faggot” you hit send, wondering if maybe that sounded bitchy.

“hahaha, I’m not that strange, honestly” he says

“you call your friends a cunt, lovingly, that’s pretty strange” you reply.

“maybe, but it’s just a guy thing according to you” he writes.

“yea it was pretty stupid to bundle those stereotypes up, and connect them with entire genders, my bad.” you write. This is a stranger, it could be some total weirdo, and here you are having a conversation with him. What if he’s a murderer?

“you’re really a girl?” he asks, you huff a laugh.

“do i sound like a man over the phone?” you ask.

“right, no you dont, you did have a very feminine voice. Anybody could fake a voice though” he says, he isnt wrong.

“you caught me, i get off on answering random phone calls with a woman’s voice and luring unsuspecting men into my creepy man dungeon so we can call each other cunt, and play videogames, and watch football and such” more stereotypes, for sarcasm’s sake of course. you cant help but to feel clever and a bit proud of yourself.

“ah, i knew it, dungeon huh? that sounds creepy as fuck” he writes, man cave, you meant man cave.

“alot more stalkerish than i was going for, i meant mancave, sorry havent been a man for long” you hit reply.

“i look like an idiot, i just got the strangest look for the bartender” he writes.

“??” is all you reply.

“im laughing and smiling at my phone like a fucking faggot, in the middle of a club i honestly dont want to be in.” you feel a smile curve over your lips, and blush, even though no one can see you.

“club’s arent my scene either” you write, trying to play it cool.

“i dont even really like drinking, my friends are wrecked” he says, you laugh aloud.

“you’re the babysitter then?” you ask

“always” he replies.

“no fun” you say simply.

“nope, i have to drive now” he says.

“alright, have a good night” you say, thats the end of that. The exhaustion hits you all at once, making you look up at the clock, it reads 3:40 am. Staying up this late has always seemed juvenile to you, but you actually had a fun conversation. The pillow calls your name, and you cant resist the beckoning. Your dreams are always strange, you could be walking on alligators made of marbles, and it would be completely normal. Flying was always fun as well… consciousness sets in lightly, and you sigh, yawning deeply, opening your eyes. Candles all gone out on their own, incense burned out. The smell lingers though, thats one of the things you like about them. you reach for your phone, as you usually do when you just wake up. After unlocking it, your phone is still on the text screen.

“Good morning” it reads, a new one, from him. A smile again, and your cheeks warm. You remind yourself that you dont even know this guy, and text back.

“hey, morning” you say, yawning and pulling the blankets up tighter around you.

“Afternoon now, technically, how’d you sleep?” why are you smitten by this? simple questions? It just seems so cute, and nice. flirtatious? you dont know about that yet.

“pretty well, had a strange dream that the ground was made of aligators, but the aligators were made of marbles.To me in dreamland that was completely normal” you write.

“lol, thats wild. I lost my keys last night” he says.

“oh no, how did you manage that?” you write.

“my phone case is ice cream, and it catches my pants pocket, must have ripped it last night” he says. Another smile, he’s making you smile far too much.

“ice cream? i wanna see” you say.

“haha, really?” he says.

“yea, mine’s a panda”

“ill show you mine if you show me yours” he writes.  a rush shoots through your chest, and you know your blushing now.

“lol” is all you write.

“i meant that in the most innocent way possible” he says. 

“im sure, let’s see it” you say. theres an image attached to the next picture. upon opening it your immediately attracted to the ice cream phone case, but you see long fingers across it, and you look down to the strong arm attached to it. a long sleeved grey thermal covered arm, and a slim waist. As far as you can see, hes got an attractive body. you get up and walk into the bathroom, switching the camera on and snapping a quick picture. The only part of yourself shown in the picture is your hip, and your pajama shorts. blue ones with yellow frilly fabric at the bottom. Theres just barely a view of your side and up to your arm, your black tank top leaves little to the imagination. You feel safe enough to hit send and walk back to the bed, getting under the blankets.

“cute shorts lol :)” he writes, you roll your eyes, but your still smiling, he seems so nice.

“thanks lol, the point was to show off my phone case not my pajamas” you write.

“cute phone case too, but mines better” he writes.

“at least mine doesnt rip things and make me lose my keys” you say

“found them so ha” he replies. you huff a laugh.

“well good,your friends might need a dd later” you say.

“it’s monday, who goes to a club on a monday? do you have school, or work or anything?” he asks.

“monday is my day off, i planned on doing some grocery shopping later though” you respond, thinking of grocery shopping makes your stomach growl.

“i need to go to wall mart as well, maybe ill see you there” he we says. you get a little strike of fear, how could he know where you are.

“how do you know we’ll be at the same wall mart?” you ask.

“area code? theres only one on the north side of town” he says, you get an uneasy feeling, and it takes you a bit to respond.

“oh yea” is all you write.

“i sounded a little stalkerish didnt i? sorry, you’re fun to talk to is all, i didnt mean to scare you. I just mean we could be there at the same time, not im purposely going to spend all day at wall mart to meet you. not that i wouldnt want to meet you, wow I’m just digging a bigger hole arent i?” he asks.

“no its fine lol youre fine, it just took me off guard,i dont even know who you are, i dont even know your name” you write.

“It’s Ian, I’m Ian” he writes, you tell him your name as you walk to the kitchen to get something to eat. Apple sounds good, it’s all you have really.

“great, now we have names, youre becoming more and more human by the second” he says, you kind of understand what he means.

“yea, talking over text kind of gives off a inhuman, mechanical feel. meeting might be cool, after im sure youre not a murderer or something lol” you joke, biting into the apple, and walking towards your closet.

“well i mean, you could never know that, if Im any good ive been hiding it successfully for years.” you laugh while you pull a long sleeved shirt over yourself, and wiggle into some jeans.

“not helping” you write.

“lol, im kidding of course, but its true” he says.

“gotta drive” you say grabbing your keys and slipping your shoes on.

“talk soon” he writes. you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket as you pull into the wall mart parking lot.

“would you ever buy a roomba that plays music?” he asks. the question is strange, so out of context.

“uhm… maybe. Actually yea, i like to listen to music while i clean” you answer.

“thanks. what kind of music do you like?” he asks.

“wait lol why did you ask me that? i like nirvana, and iron maiden, the lyrics kind of remind me of lord of the rings. Very quest like lol but the instrumentals kick ass so dont judge, offspring and coldplay, i like alot.” you say

“a kickstarter i came across, and wow thats awesome, great bands. coldplay? what are you fucken gay” he says, making you laugh, a gust of wind hits you as you open the car door.

“i said dont judge, i gotta get this shopping done, ill text you when im done with it all. I hate grocery shopping” 

“sure thing, talk soon” he says.

Grocery shopping isnt fun for you, having to maneuver around people, being around people in general pretty much sucks. You’re relieved when its finished, and you go home, unloading everything and take it up to your apartment. Honestly, you like shelving everything, organising it, and putting it on the fridge strategically. Like tetris, everything fits if you try. It’s nearly dark by the time you text Ian back.

“all done” you write. he doesnt reply for a while, so you make yourself some dinner and watch some t.v.

“sorry, i was a bit busy. How was shopping?” he asks.

“it was fine, i just dont like people” you say, turning the volume of the t.v. down a bit.

“lol introvert?” he asks.

“i bit maybe, not full on though” you tell him.

“thats good, socializing is good for you.”

“why thanks doc” you say teasing him.

“lol, what are your plans for the night?” he asks. you snap a quick picture of your t.v..

“maybe have some ice cream later, but youre looking at it.” you say.

“is that a cartoon?” he asks, you smile.

“yep, christmas cartoons are the best” you say.

“hahaha, very cute” he says, making you blush.

“lol,thanks” is all you write. you continue texting him, and attempt to flirt back a bit, but its getting late.

“ive got work tomorrow, so i gotta go to bed now” you say.

“alright, that’s fine, you can make fun of me more tomorrow” he says.

“not you, just your band preferences ;)” you say, plugging your phone in.

“ lol fair enough, as if yours arent as weird as mine. anyways,goodnight, sleep well” he writes.

The morning air is colder than usual, puts you in quite a good mood. You slept in too much, and now youre late, no time to text Ian.You slip on a black long sleeved shirt, and your work polo over that, along with some black slacks. you walk in and see your boss standing behind the counter.

“im sorry foley, i woke up a bit late, thanks for covering” you say, he smiles a bit.

“you woke up late? must have had a fun night” he says. foley is a great guy, never too harsh, but you dont push your boundaries either. hes a chunky guy with long shoulder length blonde hair. 

“oh yea, my ice cream and i had a party of two” you say. foley laughs and walks into the isles of books. you help a customer who’s looking for a text book. by the time lunch rolls around you realise you didnt bring anything. the smells from the food court linger in the store anyways, always taunting you. you grab a quick slice from the pizza bro’s across the way and eat hurriedly before your shift starts up again. There isnt many people in around lunchtime, so you check your phone.

“good morning! how’d you sleep?” Ian’s constant good morning texts are actually quite comforting.

“sorry i woke up late, had to get on the road, i slept fine, im at work now so im not going to be so consistant with texting you” you say.

“thats fine, where do you work?” he asks.

“stalkerrrr” you write teasing him.

“right right, sorry lol” he says.

“Barnes and Noble” you answer.

“no way im in one right now” he says. your heart skips a beat, and fear strikes through you. you look up, theres only three people in the store, a family in the children’s section, a tall guy over in the autobiographies, and a woman in mysteries.

“im kidding” he says. you feel relieved, but now you’re going to wonder if every man is him.

“thats not funny jackass i nearly had a heart attack” you say back.

“why lol i thought you wanted to meet eventually” he says.

“well yea, but idk if youre a murderer or not” you say

“im not” he writes, simply.

“okay maybe not a murderer but you could totally do meth and like steal peoples puppies” you say

“hahahaha no, i dont do that either, im a normal guy” he says.

“what do you do? for work i mean” you ask, the tall guy approaches the counter.you shove your phone in your pocket and smile.

“will this be all?” you ask. the man nods.

“yep that’ll do it” he says. This guy is actually pretty cute, hes got wavy-ish light brown hair, tan skin, and very defined facial features. a strong jawline, and a bit of stubble. broad shoulders and a slim waist as far as you can tell. you’ve learned how to hide the fact your looking at people while on the job. you scan his credit card and hand him the bagged book.

“have a great day” he says before you can say it, you smile.

“thanks, you too” you say, with an honest smile. he turns, but you see him look back at you. you blush and look down at your phone, no reply yet. you take a drink of water.

“i do videos, on youtube. nothing special” he answers.

“really? what kind?” you ask.

“cancerous kinds, its lame dont look me up” he says.

“alright i wont lol” you promise.

“good, i wanna be the first time i meet you, the first time you judge me, not by the shit i say on youtube” he says, it sounds so genuine, and really attractive.

“alright i promise i wont, i gotta get back to work, text you later” you say

“talk soon :)” he says. you smile, and shove your phone away.

works finally over, and you smell rain in the air. you soak in it while you walk to your car, setting inside for a bit.

“Off work, heading home” you text Ian, no reply, you like it when he replies right away, but he has a life too. You get home, and take a quick shower, ducking into your bed to keep warm.

“hey, how was work?” he asks.

“work was fine, how was your day?” you ask

“I had a great day actually” he answers.

“awesome, its gonna rain” you say

“yea, its gonna be awful” he says

“rain is great! i love the cold, long sleeves all the time, hoodies and warm blankets. might call off work lol” you say

“hahaha youre so strange” he says

“how so?” you ask, a little offended.

“you hate people, and hot weather, you love depressing weather, and depressing books.Not a bad strange, enticing to say the least.” he says enticing? your cheeks warm.

“everybody has preferences” you say

“yea, very true. i didnt mean it in a bad way, i really like all that about you” he says, you blush, still not able to stop that.

“you’re making me blush, which is stupid cause it’s not like youre here” you say

“you’d be blushing more if i was there?” he asks.

“probably” you answer.

“thats adorable lol” he says.

“okay enough cutesy shit” you say

“why hahaha” he asks.

“because ive never met you, and i wanna meet you, but if i start to like you im gonna be even more afraid to actually meet you” you answer.

“alright no more cutesy shit”” he agrees

“thankyou” you say

“you’re very welcome ma’am” he says

“you dont have to be that official” you say

“okay, cutesy shit or no cutesy shit theres no in between here” he says

“lol find an in between” you say

“ill try” he says

“It’s not like i dont like it, it’s just what if when we meet what if we dont like eachother then?” you say, you really mean what if you dont like me. and i already like you because you simply complimented me.

“I’m sure that’s not the case” he says.

“well you dont know for sure, what if you dont like my hair, or my clothes or something idk, what if i dont like your hair or clothes, what if theres something that just sets us off and we dont like each other” you say

“you’re overthinking it, i like you just fine over text, meeting you in person isnt going to be a big deal trust me, we will have plenty to talk about” he says. you sigh, what if you dont though.

“alright, i’m beat i should get to bed, goodnight Ian” you say

“goodnight, sleep well okay?” he says, you smile

“yea ill try” you say. 

the patter of rain wakes you up, and you breathe it in deep, you smile and grab your phone calling off work. you sit up, and go to your closet, pulling out a grey long sleeved shirt, your deep green jacket, and a scarf, along with your favorite light jeans, and some ankle boots. you grab your keys and get into your car, stopped at a stoplight you grab your phone.

“do you want to grab a coffee? Ill be at that place on b and 9th if you do” you write, staring at the phone.

“on my way” he writes. you feel your heart start to beat quickly, and you grip the steering wheel tightly, smiling, but feeling scared shitless at the same time.

you sit inside the coffee shop, it isnt very busy but you couldnt possibly focus on anyone else if you wanted to. Turning the pages of the book youre reading seems pointless, since you cant concentrate on that either, you feel like youre going to puke your heart up, and it doesnt help that youre sure youre beet red. you glnace up again, and see that same guy from Barnes and Nobles walk in, you think it’s strange, but you  dont pay much attention to it. you look down at your book, scanning the pages, and taking another sip of the chocolatey drink. you look out the window and up at the dark clouds.

“Thats a pretty depressing book” you hear to your right, you look over and the guy from Barnes and Nobles is sitting at the table beside you.

“oh, yea i guess, it’s good though” you say flipping it over to look at the title “its about…” your voice trails and you look back up, blushing a bit.

“Ian?” you ask, he half smiles.

“hey” he says simply, his smile turning more mischievous, you feel a full on blush cover your face, and you just blink.

“but… you really were in the store” you say realizing it.

“I figured i should say i was joking so you could avoid a heart attack” he says shrugging, getting up and sliding into the seat in front of you.

“youre such an ass!” you say hitting his arm with the book.

“and youre abusive!” he says, lifting his coffee away, you cant help but to smile..

“well thats not fair” you say pulling at your sleeves. he huffs a laugh, satisfied with himself.

“isnt it better though, you’ve basically already met me” he says, you shake your head in disbelief, and narrow your eyes.

“how did you even know it was me?” you ask Ian takes a drink of his coffee before answering.

“your name-tag, and i got a text right when you shoved your phone in your pocket, and you do blush alot” he says with a shy smile himself. you blush and he laughs a bit. you roll your eyes.

“you cheated” you say 

“i didnt plan it, i was getting that book you said i should read” he says, showing you he brought it. A James Patterson.

“ahh…. i dont even know if youre going to like it, its a chick book” you say he shrugs.

“you said i should read it” he says again, you blush.

“no cutesy shit remember” you say, hiding your blush by taking a drink of your mocha.

“right but that was because you were afraid to meet me, no holds bars now” he says with a smile.you huff a laugh. You cant even look him in the eye for too long, hes very attractive.you look outside.

“you wanna go for a walk or something?” he asks, you look back at him, as he pushes his glasses up with the back of his hand.

“sure” you say with a smile. he stands and waits for you before walking away.the cold air hits you, and you feel a bit better, rain is battering against the sidewalks.

“dont usually get much rain here” he says.

“yea i know, i hate it, i wanna move to oregon or something one day” you say

“just for the rain?” he asks, you chuckle.

“and the medical marijuana amiright” you joke, he laughs.

“im kidding, i dont even smoke” you blush, you were just trying to be funny.

“seems to be kind of rare right? people that dont smoke weed” he says, you nod.

“yea, it does” you agree. you walk along the sidewalk until you get to a small park, you both kind of gravitate towards it and find a picnic bench under a tree, you sit down and he sits across from you.

so?” Ian asks, you look up at him.

“so what?” you ask, confused.

“my hair? my clothes? you hate it?” he says teasingly. you laugh

“no i dont hate it” you say, he smiles and you’re afraid to ask if theres anything wrong with what you look like.

“i honestly didnt expect you to be this cute” he says, he’s kind of shy as well, you blush.

“what did you expect?” you ask.

“well i didnt knwo what to expect really, but it’s crazy that it turned out so well yaknow. i think we get along pretty well…and youre really cute” he says

“yea, too good to be true, maybe i find out that your vidoes are just hardcore gay porn or something and i get an easy out” you say he laughs and tilts his head.

“okay, some of it is pretty gay” he says, you smile, and drink the last bit of your mocha,

“so the rain put you in somewhat of a courageous mood?’ he asks, you shrug.

“yea, i guess, i really like this weather. It reminds me of when i was a kid, i used to live in northern cali, i came out here for college and kind of never went home” you say, he nods, listening.

“i got a scholarship, my hometown is so small that everybody heard about it, and they all thought i was genius. It was so over the top, i was glad to get out of there” you say, Ian laughs.

“how did you wind up at Barnes and Noble?” he asks, you lift up your book.

“i like books” you say gaining a laugh, you smile.

“ I’d like to be a Librarian actually” you say he seems interested.

“thats a strange profession to dream about” he says you shrug.

“being surrounded by books all day would be great, theyre so little but theyre all entire stories, i dont think i could stop reading them to actually work though” you admit.

“Preferences right” he says, you nod with a smile.

“tell me more about what you do” you say he takes a deep breath, and smiles.

“like i said its cancerous, do you watch youtube alot? he asks, you dhake your head and he looks relieved.

“i make videos, i review kickstarters and basically give them terrible reviews. I order those boxes, or get fan mail and shit, and i unbox it, my room is still a mess from the last one” he says

“thats what you were doing when you were working?” you ask, he nods and runs a hand thorugh his hair nervously.

“yea, it can get pretty crazy, they send me some disgusting shit, I’m pretty offensive too, theres pretty much no boundaries” he says. you smile, wondering if what he does is funny.

“sounds fun, fan mail sounds great” you say, he must have alot of followers to get fan mail.

“they send me literal trash” he says with a straight face, you smile and cant help but tpo laugh.

“thats disgusting” you say he nods.

“theres been worse, but its whatever, im good at it so its what i do” he says. looking at your book.

“thats what you should do, read books and review them, or be a editor or something” he says, you nod.

“ive thought about it, but i think it would take the fun out of reading, and i dont have a very popular opinion, like you say im strange” you tell him he nods.

“exactly, a fresh view” he says, yuo smile.

“you could be right, i dont know” you say he smiles.

“do you ever think about doing anything else?” you ask, he shrugs.

“ive done a couple things, but this is the only constant” he says. 

“well it seems like youre pretty popular” you say he rolls his eyes.

“im a real celebrity” he says sarcastically. you laugh and he smiles watching you, you blush a bit “you wanna get something to eat?” he asks. you nod, and you get up off the table and run through the rain back to the vcovered sidewalk, walking by all the shops.

“im glad you had a spurt of courage” he says, you look up at him, and he smiles down at you, you blush a bit and look down at the sidewalk, a smile curving at your lips a bit. you watch the rain fall, and soak in the cold while you can. Ian slowly reaches for your hand, and you dont protest as he holds it lightly. 

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pepperpixel said:uhhh the ones i wanted to ask were 2, 8 and 20! u dont have to do all of em i just figured i’d send u a variety!

thank you for sending a bunch, i think it was good practise!! although im only proud of like one of these…. i got super tired.. the last prompt was fitting :’)))

Golden Boy calls them gods, 

 Laughs as ichor escapes 

His veins. The rest will scoff 

But will not disagree. Their 

 City lives in fear of them, 

And really, what is a god 

But someone who holds 

The power of life and 

Death in their hands?


Golden Boy forgets what 

It means to die, gilds his 

Hands in crimson blood and 

Calls himself immortal. He 

Sweeps through the city and 

Nothing can touch him; 

Death is but the last truth 

His silver tongue will twist.


Golden Boy cups the city 

In his palms and wishes 

 He was Midas. He settles 

For the orange-gold of 

Flames. He is not a king 

But something divine, and 

 He laughs as he watches 

His worshippers burn.


He does not mean to be 

Cruel, but he is so full 

 Of holiness, there is no 

 Room left for mercy.

- vengeful gods demand sacrifice, A.B

anonymous asked:

hey anna!! i just needed to tell you BTS blood sweat and tears music video is currently number 8 on iTunes uk charts!!! Incredible!!!

ah theyre doing so well internationally im so proud of them!! to know that theyre from such a small company and theyre one of the most selling groups in kpop rn (maybe the most selling one im not sure) makes me so
proud

BTS react to you calling them oppa for the first time

credits to the gif ownerss!


Namjoon: I can’t think of a song

You: ahh relax Oppa!

Namjoon: I can’t!

You: *Opens mouth*

Namjoon: Wait.. What did you say?

You: *Wants to open mouth again*

Namjoon: DID YOU CALL ME OPPA??

You: yes I did.

Namjoon: woah… I suddenly got inspiration *smirks*

Originally posted by taestylips


Jin: alright im gonna grab something to eat do you want something too?

You: yes please bring some for me

Jin: alright I see you in a bit

You: thankyouu jin-oppa

Jin: *freezes*

You: are you alright?

Jin: you never call someone oppa

You: guess you’re the first one ah Oppa?

Jin: *feels like a proud waffle*

Originally posted by go2bedjungkook

You: susususugaa??

You: yooongii where are youu??

You: *signs* fine.. OPPA?

yoongi: *comes out of nowhere* THATS ME

you: yoongi…..

yoongi: i knew one day you would call me that!

You: dont feel to swek now alright.. OPPA

yoongi: that sounds so beautiful call me that again!

Originally posted by syubbie


Jimin: Y/N you know what you should call me?

You: what?

Jimin: oppa

You: I’ll stick to daddy

Jimin: DAMNIT WOMAN WHY? I GET BORED BY DADDY

you: fine oppa

Jimin: no not now..

Originally posted by ounew


Hoseok: lets give each other petnames!

You: we already have petnames Hoe

Hoseok: I DONT EVEN LIKE THAT NAME!

You: okay let me think of one

Hoseok: OPPA

You: … Fine oppa-hoe

Hoseok: try again

You: OPPAAAA

hoseok: thats my girl

Originally posted by btsleepy


Taehyung: i wanna be your oppa

You: not again

Taehyung: i’m hungry for your love

You: Tae stop!!!

Taehyung: not untill you-

you: tae-oppa pleassee

taehyung: oh my god Jagi! that sounds so cute!!!!! 

Originally posted by jeonsshi

jungkook: we need to talk Y/N

you: what about kookie?

jungkook: about you never calling me oppa

you: … seriously?

jungkook: do I look like making a joke??

you: ahh oppa you’re so hot being so serious

jungkook: *blushes* holy-

Originally posted by sugutie

A/N: actually he would put on this dirty smirk and show some rude attitude but yeah.. KINDA FEELIN AWKWARD KOOKIE HAHA

IN 8 DAYS ITS YOONGI’S BIRTHDAY IM SO READY!!! 

mcgonnagal  asked:

omg viv!!! IM LATE AH IM SO SORRY BUT CONGRATS YOU LITTLE CUTIE IM SO PROUD BUT AHHH!!!!! (500 omg im so proud honestly CONGRATS!!!) could i have 🌟🌸 pretty please? (name's bonnie but you already knew that) some of my favourite blogs are @njmphadora, @siriusisntdead and you of course!!

ahhh thank you so much bonnie!! (and its okay bc it took me a bit to do yours) @njmphadora @siriusisntdead are also some of my faves!!

if you don’t want to see these blacklist ‘vivs500′

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Chapter One: Jack, Page 14: Enter Mica, Stage left!!


i did it !! i actually  finished a page entirely before a deadline!!! im so proud of me!!!

just to say, also, griffon is the jack of Griffons girls, she is the boss mom and all her girls call her mom or griffon but mostly mom

and another thing, the playlist for griffon and her club and her girls

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Exo reaction to mirror sex

Hello today is my birthday and i ask pretty sehun plz make me an EXO reaction when their gf asked them have sex in front of a mirror (guilty as charged for the kink) -Vanilla

A/N: Don’t worry my love I lowkey have this kink as well ahah. So here you are my love and have a wonderful birthday! 

-Sky x

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Suho: Aw Jagi but then I will see myself! *embarrassed when he see’s himself but is turned on by the sight of you*

Originally posted by wooyoung

Baekhyun: Oh wow oh oh okay *smiles cheekily* 

Originally posted by o-hyuk

Chanyeol: B-but I was going to suggest it! 

Originally posted by essentyeol

D.O: Aish this girl~ Yeah okay jagi

Originally posted by awkwardkaisoo

Kai: You. me. mirror. right now *kisses* 

Originally posted by blondejongin

Sehun: You know…I’ve always wanted to have sex in the practise room…

Originally posted by vane-sky948861

Xiumin: You know I’m going to use this against you right? *smirks*

Originally posted by mminseok

Lay: Oh my You wanna do this now? 

Originally posted by laygion

Chen: Ah- so that’s what you like… are you busy right now? 

Originally posted by zhangyixings

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Im not proud of this one but i hope you guys like it ahah

so @darthnoodles came to me with the beautiful idea that when Vette eventually gets wind of Quinn and the Warrior’s relationship, she’ll comm him pretending to be Warrior and tell him things like 

“This is your lord speaking and I need you to serve /under/ me” 

“I need you to captain your /ship/ towards me” 

“I can’t operate at peak efficiency without your /special/ touch”

And then Vette sends him the mail at like 3am and he gets up and heads to Warrior’s room and he’s just in his underwear and she’s super confused:

Quinn *grabs the nearby lamp to cover himself*: “My lord, ah, there seemed to have….been a major misunderstanding, I-”
Warrior: …
Quinn: You see, I, uh….
Warrior: ….
Quinn: May I be excuse-
Warrior: by the force yes
Quinn *leaving the lamp by the door*: I will just, uh….go now. Good night, my lord.
Vette keeps bringing it up until all three of them are dead since she never expected Quinn to actually /do/ it and it was 3 am and he was tired and just instinctively following orders without thinking too clearly

And I really had to freaking draw it