all different all amazing

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Who is it that Bbong Ssuni is saving?
A prince that lives alone in a castle.

watching fanwars break out between armys and exo-ls like

when will renjun’s vocal skill be acknowledged n appreciated more

Okay but April Fools day in Bitty’s sophomore year, the entire team dresses up as Jack Zimmermann and swears to be him. Like and they wont drop it either. Like Jack is so confused and then mildly put off. And everyone’s doing their own Jack impression. Ransom padded his ass a lot. Bitty keeps saying every song is by Taylor Swift. Shitty makes up random history facts and shouts them through out the day (even though they’re wrong). 

And they may or may not pay a random freshmen to recognize one of them (who is not Jack) and ask for an autograph and then she ends up with like ten.

Dex doesn’t even bother to buy a wig. But if anyone asks, yes he is Jack Zimmermann.

(And Jack actually ends up really enjoying it by the end of the day, because these are his friends and he loves their way of showing affection)

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Sometimes it makes things hard, but Kuroo doesn’t really mind

My Fav Jensen Series Of All Time.

This are completed and I really wish they weren’t but they are also series I have gone back and read after they were over. I love all of these so so much and I think all should read them too!

Silk and Rough Velvet by @blacktithe7

Send The Pain Below by @torn-and-frayed

Soft Hair and Single by @teamfreewill-imagine

Crack Under Pressure by @mysupernaturalfics

Out of the Park by @iwantthedean

Also this one is not over but Beeeeeev it’s been too long….

A crazy little thing called love by @chaos-and-the-calm67

Pretty sure a Dean edition of this one will happen one of these days as well ;) 

Setting that intimate night in Karachi aside, and leaving any sentiment unaddressed, Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler (as they were formerly known) began their collaboration during The Fall.

Their encounter with the first strand of Moriarty’s network, however, did not go quite as smoothly as planned. Shortly after they arrived in Montenegro as Mr and Mrs Wolfe, a gunfire-loaded incident had them both injured.

It also cost the late consulting detective his memory – he awoke in confusion, without the faintest knowledge of who he was.

Fortunately for him, his location was incredibly easy to deduce, as was his relationship with the only other occupant of the house.

No need to inform her of the slightly inconvenient detail just yet. He was confident everything could continue on as usual, without his wife suspecting a thing about his (hopefully temporary) condition. It was their honeymoon after all.


One of the first things he learnt about himself was that he hated being bored, hated being immobilised in bed by a leg wound.

He almost wished it was more of a challenge, who this woman was to him. But no, it was so painfully obvious even without their shiny wedding rings (only 3-4 weeks old, he estimated) immediately giving everything away, further corroborated by the state of this place (clearly not in their home country; they moved into the house a mere couple of weeks ago and were not planning to stay for much longer) indicating that they were on a holiday trip abroad.

He could’ve arrived at the same conclusion with significantly less information. From how she’d looked at him the moment he opened his eyes, for example. (It was as if he were the first rays of sunshine, heralding arrival of the precious British summer, after 11 long months of grey skies and rain.) She had since withdrawn any initial concern from her expression, maintaining a cool and collected demeanour instead. A smirk or witty remark here and there, not a single word of caring, though what was unspoken in the way she tended to his wounds was more unequivocal than any words would’ve had power to convey.

It was just as well that they weren’t a very outwardly affectionate couple. Eased his reacclimatisation to the relationship. He didn’t particularly feel an affinity for the saccharine, and if he was honest, he was even rather surprised that they were apparently the marrying type.

Whomever it was that he used to be, however, he did approve of this man’s choice of spouse. He..liked her, from what little he observed about her since he’d regained awareness of his surroundings (approx. an hour ago). The nature of their relationship might have been the simplest of deductions, but the woman herself was most decidedly not. She was highly complex and incredibly fascinating. Intelligent, competent, self-assured, gorgeous.. (Wait, where did that last one come from? That wasn’t a deduction! Beauty was just a social construct.) Although he was certain that the intense (and very distracting) attraction he was experiencing had a more profound basis.

He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was about her that conferred this singular sense of connection, familiarity layered with mystery. Merely that it was there as a result of something, something he frustratingly had no tangible recollection of – his current data was far from sufficient in providing him with any glimpse into their history.

She was standing to leave his bedside, and he instinctively reached out and caught her wrist. To gesture to her that she, too, needed to rest – it was likely already late in the evening when he awoke. He had to have been unconscious for days, judging from her lack of sleep (obvious, despite her efforts to conceal her mental and physical exhaustion).

Her reaction was one he hadn’t expected. Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched, as he was pulling her onto the bed. Shocked? But they were husband and wife, presumably sharing the same bed, it was only logical that she–

Oh. Oh. It hadn’t occurred to him that the specific physical contact he initiated could be interpreted as prelude to intimacy and..intercourse. A sudden adrenaline spike sent his own heart pounding frantically as he felt the mattress dip beside him when she did begin to lie down, her proximity increasingly alarming, and he turned on his side to face away from her, to escape her deep blue gaze (it wasn’t to hide his blush, and it wasn’t panic, he shouldn’t panic, that would be absurd).

“Sherlock, what–” And he stumbled over his interrupting response, “Not that. Not today. I don’t think I’m feeling up to it.”

The silence that stretched between them, taut as a violin string, told him that she was studying his demeanour, undoubtedly finding it unusual (right, so sex wasn’t something he’d normally deny her of; still, he was in recovery from what must’ve been a traumatic event, a reasonable excuse). Whatever comment she was most likely biting back (he couldn’t risk turning around to confirm this hypothesis), she didn’t say it.

Instead, he sensed her movement as she finally reached for the light switch after a long moment, and within an instant darkness was upon them. For which he was extremely thankful, because he then felt soft lips pressed to his cheek, immediately causing it to heat up.

“Good night, Mr Holmes.” Her warm body was inches away, her breathing a pleasant sound in the quiet of the night.

He tried to ignore the involuntary neuronal activity protesting for a change of mind regarding his earlier decision, his statement to her that he wasn’t keen to perform (you liarrrr), and forced his thoughts to focus on the newly acquired knowledge of his full name.

Sherlock Holmes awoke in the late-morning light, with an arm comfortably wrapped around his wife. Time to piece together the remainder of this puzzle that was his life. He hoped it wasn’t a dull one.

Two movies, second time I cry.
Clearly, Damien Chazelle knows how to use music….no, how to make live it.
Like the instruments of a jazz band, there is a constant dialog between the narration and the music ; the camera dances, the melodies feels, the colors sings…

Whiplash was inflamed, La La Land is solar. This movie is a call to joy and love, “It’s another day of sun” like the world is crying at the beginning.
It reminds me so much of Singing in the Rain, the kind of movie that only wants you to feel good and enjoy the music of life. 

That is definitely a Land I will want to go again.

I love love love this shot of my Hera taken at SWCO by @FuryZhil on twitter.

This was right as Celebration was shutting down on the last day and we were slowly inching our towards the exit

How can people even complain and compare disney movies? Like Frozen is about how love between siblings can be stronger than romantic love. Big Hero 6 is about how depression can seriously affect people and how friends can help you heal. Tangled is about abusive parents. Brave is about how you are in control of your fate no matter what people tell you. Lilo and Stich is about how the family is all the people you love and you should always look out for them. Mulan is about no matter who you are and what people tell you, you make your own path in life and can be as strong as anyone else.

They may all be by the same company but all these movies have different amazing messages so stop pitting them against each other and enjoy the beauty in them

baekhyun imitating the different type of fan screams in different tones omg

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been binge-reading 2nd year captain fics lately and stumbled across these two precious gems, please love this author, their writing is amazing

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4x03: Rocky Road
At some point, even though we’re quite different, you’ve got to trust me

100 times captain swan made me cry: #10

Guess who cried again watching episode ten

A Flower Petal

Parring: Newt Scamander X Reader

Word: 1747

Warnings: None

Summary: Soulmate Au, where you have a flower on your neck that grows with you, and blooms when you talk with your soulmate for the first time

A/N: ahhhh, i love Newt so much! And i love Soulmate aus almost as much!

Originally posted by newtafidoscamander


“Have a nice day! “you said, and waved to the couple who left the shop, before you turned to the next costumer. It was a boy, maybe a few years younger than you.

“hello” you said, and he smiled, as he handed you the flowers. “is it a gift? “

He nodded, and you started packing the sunflowers before he paid for the them.

“have a nice day! “you said, and he wished you one too. As he turned around to leave, you could see a small sunflower on the back of his neck. A small smile found its way to your lips, the flowers were sure a gift to his soulmate, something you often saw.

Everyone had a small flower on the back of their neck. It wasn’t there when you were born, but it slowly grew along with you, and bloomed the moment you spoke the first words to your soulmate.

Yourself had a long bud, with a few leaves on the stem. And you treasured it, you could spend hours looking at it.

The door opened, and you looked up to meet the face of a young woman with a pink coat and blonde curls.

“Y/N! “she said, and rushed over to you. She always smiled, but this smile wasn’t normal, there was something special about it.

“Hello Queenie” you said with a smile. “Let me guess, pink roses? “

“no! no, no, no” she said with a small laugh. “red! Do you have any? Red roses? “

“of course” you answered with a smile, and found some while continuing. “So, why the change of colour? Don’t tell me your… “

She nodded before you could finish the sentences. Your smile grew, and the other witch chuckled slightly.

“congratulations! “you said, and packed the flowers.

“his name is Jacob! “she said. “he’s a no-maj, and right now he’s staying with me and Tina together wi… “

“a no-maj?! “you asked shocked. “Queenie! “

“I know! “she said. “I know, you don’t have to tell me, Tina already did. We’ll figure it out, don’t worry. But I actually thought… maybe you would come over for dinner tonight? And meet him? “

“oh, Queenie I would love to! “you said with a smile, and Queenie clapped a bit. You had been friends with the Goldstein sisters for years. You lived a few streets away, but you were often at their place and eat. Queenie had more than one time suggested you moved in with them.

 

“Hello? “you asked, as you opened the door. You didn’t get to take a single step in, before your friend walked out to you.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Y/N!” Tina said. “Queenie doesn’t talk about anything else than Jacob! “

Tina had never been fond of the ideas of soulmates, maybe because she didn’t have one. Not everyone did, in fact it was just as normal not to have one as to have one. Some people liked not to have one, because they felt more free to fall in love with whoever they wanted. Tina had always said she was too busy for love, but you had always suspected she was hurt because of her bare neck.

well, I’m here now” you said with a smile, as took your hat, and coat off. Tina smiled, and lead you into the apartment. Queenie stood in the kitchen, waving her wand. At the table sat a brown-haired guy and watched her in awe, you smiled when you saw his red tie matched the roses on the table.

“Y/N! “Queenie said when she saw you, and smiled. “This is Jacob, my soulmate”

You walked over to Jacob, and took his hand.

“I’m Y/N” you said with a smile, and he returned it nervous.

“Jacob, but Queenie already told you that” he said, and shrugged a bit on one of his shoulders.

“Yes, she talked of nothing else earlier this day” you said with a smile, and a look at Queenie, who only smiled.

“You’ll be the same way when you meet yours! “she said, and took Jacob’s hand. He looked at her, and the eye-contact they shared in that moment made you smile. Queenie was such a sweet girl, and Jacob seemed like just the right guy for her. Their eyes showed nothing but love, before Tina spoke.

“food’s ready! “she said, and the two soulmates looked away from each other. You and Jacob sat down, Queenie began placing food on the table, and Tina disappeared.

“Mr. Scamander? “you could hear her behind the door. “The food is served”

You looked questionable at Queenie.

“He’s Jacob’s friend” she said while sitting down beside Jacob. “a British wizard! “

You nodded, and then looked at the door where Tina came in, and sat down. Beside her came a man around your age. He had curled hair, freckles, and wore a shy smile. He sat down opposite you, and you got eye-contact with him.

“Newt, this is Y/N” Queenie said. “Y/N, Newt”

“hello” he said. His voice was a bit quiet, and you got the impression that he was quite a shy guy. You wondered why he had never caught your eye before, but then remembered that Queenie had said he was British.

“It’s nice to meet you” you said with a smile.

“likewise” he said.

“So, when’s the wedding? “Tina asked with a look at Queenie, who looked quite shocked.

“well, we haven’t really talked about a wedding… “she said.

“Yes, we only meet earlier this day… “Jacob said.

“Why wait? “Newt asked. “I mean, when you meet your soulmate you already know it’s going to be them, so why wait? “

“do you have a soulmate? “you couldn’t help asking, but then blushed slightly. Soulmates were private, and not everyone wanted to share if they had one. “I apologize, that was quite rude of me”

“no, not at all! it’s in humans’ nature to be curious” he said with a smile. “To answer your question, yes I do. However, I haven’t found her yet”

“I’m sure she’ll come around” you answered, and he chuckled slightly as an answer.

 

You all ate dinner, and later you said goodbye to them all, before heading home. as you undressed yourself before heading to bed, something caught your eye in the mirror, and you moved your hair from your neck.

On the back of your neck was a small, simple Phlox. Your flower, it had bloomed. And that meant… that meant you had spoken to your soulmate!

So many people came into the little flower shop each day, you couldn’t possible figure it out, and you hadn’t checked it all day. But Tina would have been able to see it when you came to the apartment, and even though she didn’t like the idea about soulmates, she would have told you. That meant you had meet your soulmate after that. But you had barely meet anyone since then! Jacob were Queenie’s soulmate, and the only other person you had meet was…

 

“Y/N!” Tina said surprised when she saw you. You stood outside the door, the next morning. The sun barely showed, but you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You had to talk to him again! Had to know if his… if his flower had bloomed.

"Hello Tina” you said with a smile. “Is… I mean… can I come in? “

She nodded, still surprised, and took a step away. You stepped inside, quickly taking your hat and coat off, before heading into the apartment.

“Good morning” Jacob said a bit surprised. He sat at the table with some breakfast in front of him, a newspaper in his hands.

“Good morning” you said. “Do you happen to know where-where Newt is? “

“In his case” Jacob answered, and chuckled when he saw your look. “follow me”

He led you into a small room, where a case stood open on the floor. You pointed surprised at it, and Jacob nodded, gesturing for you to go down. You looked at the case again, not quite believing it, but taking a step down in it, suddenly finding yourself on a ladder, on the way down to another room.

“Amazing… “you said, looking up from the case, watching Jacob smile at you, before leaving. You looked around, and saw a blue coat by a door. You smiled, and opened the door to step outside.

It was as if you had stepped into another world. It was truly amazing. All around you were different kind of animals, all magical, all fantastic.

Then your eyes fell on a man a bit away. He sat down with his back turned to you, obviously holding something.

You were about to call his name, but decided against it, and walked towards him. He turned around when he heard you, and smiled while standing up.

“Hello” he said with a smile.

“it’s amazing” you said, and looked around in the new world that had been discovered for you.

“thank you” he said with a shy smile. “I take care of different kind of creatures down here, mostly hurt ones”

“fantastic” you said, and turned around to look, before reminding yourself that you had something to talk to him about. “I, uh… I actually came to ask you about something… “

You couldn’t meet his eyes, but stared at the ground. You could feel the heat rise to your cheek, and cursed yourself for being so shy.

“…your soulmate tattoo… “you continued, your cheeks getting more and more red for each word.

"I thought it was Tina at first” Newt said, and you quickly looked up. His eyes rested on the ground, his cheeks slightly red, as he scratched his neck. “But then I realised she didn’t have one, and… well… “

He looked up, and you got completely thrown back by his beautiful blue eyes.

“So… “you said, a bit ashamed of how you acted like a teen girl with a crush, he was your soulmate!

“Do you like animals? “he blurted out, and looked a bit surprised and ashamed of what he had said. You chuckled slightly as he continued: “I mean… “

“yes” you answered, and he looked up at you.

“really?! “he asked, a goofy smile playing on his lips. “I mean… have you ever meet a Niffler? “

“no” you answered with a laugh. He chuckled, before holding his hand out. You took it, and he lead you away.