Headcanon - The “secret clothier” that always makes Feyres dresses? Rhysand.
I just have this idea that he sneaks away and spends hours making these beautiful dresses for his mate and is just so happy when she wears them and how amazing she looks and it’s just his little secret but he loves doing it.
So, because I love Alec and Magnus so much I thought it would be a great idea to make something to show how much they are appreciated. I present to you The Malec Appreciation Week. It will be a week to celebrate not only the amazing relationship they have together but also them as individuals. The week starts July 31 and, because I want everyone to participate, I decided to split the weeks in two “categories”:
July 31 - Favorite Magnus moment(s).
August 1 - Favorite Alec moment(s).
August 2 - Favorite Malec moment(s).
August 3 - An underappreciated scene.
August 4 - A scene that broke your heart.
August 5 - A scene that made you smile.
August 6 -Free choice; You can do whatever you want!
July 31 - A moment from the past.
August 1 - A moment from the present.
August 2 - A moment from the future.
August 3 - Alternative Universe.
August 4 - A special date/event.
August 5 - A first time (i.e.: first time at the beach or first time eating a different food. Just about doing anything for the first time.)
August 6 - Free choice; You can do whatever you want!
*Doesn’t necessarily have to be about Malec as a couple. You can write/draw about Alec’s or Magnus’ relationship/dynamics with the other characters or as individuals if you want to.
If you decide to part of this appreciation week, tag your posts with #malecappreciationweek so I can see/reblog them. Also quick shout out to @maghnvsbane and @softshumjr for helping me get this sorted out. Feel free to come to my ask if you have any questions! Have fun!
Suga Hyung, even though you’re usually like a grandpa, you’re really cool on stage or when you’re working on music.
It’d be nice if you were like that when we’re practicing choreography but anyway
I think you’re a hyung that I can learn a lot of things from
And I don’t know where you got all of your miscellaneous knowledge from but I respect it a lot, I’m jealous
I have to write a lot for this but honestly I don’t have much to say ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
I’m thinking about writing a letter to the ARMY and I think that’s a good idea, I’m kinda dope
I’m making this right now without having even eaten, everyone
It’d be nice if you all liked this ㅜㅜ
How and where should I start?
First off, the WINGS Tour that starts with Suga Hyung’s birthday on March 9th, has begun!
You all know that we’re always thinking about all of you ARMYs even when we’re far apart, right?
So just wait a little more, okay? We’ll visit the fancafe and work hard to stay active on SNS! And we’ll take care of our conditions so that we don’t show you guys any bad sides and come back well!
Ah and we’ll take a lot of selfies ㅎ
And… We’re taking cameras! So please look forward to that because our emotions might be caught on camera.
And I’m going to work out diligently when I get there
Please cheer me on from afar so that I can get muscled up!
And! Also! Did I not start playing the drums?
So I’m going to practice a lot so that I can play the drums well on this tour!
I’d probably learn a lot faster and stuff if there was someone teaching me by my side ㅜㅜ But I’ll still try hard
Wow I thought I wrote a lot but there’s still so much left?
Anyway, I love you, everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ll come back safely!!! Don’t worry!!! Aren’t I Jeon Jungkook?
Aren’t we BTS??!!?!!?! ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
For a moment I forgot that this was a celebratory video for Suga Hyung’s birthday
Ah isn’t there anything more that I can say to Suga Hyung… Suga Hyung probably won’t look at the words coming out right now because it’s troublesome? Right, everyone, you think that? Then should I write a little more comfortably?
Ay, Suga, this hyung-ah wants to convey a few things to you through this video You’re good at music, have deep thoughts, got a lot of knowledge, think about the team a lot, you’re perfect! But!…
Everything is good, but! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall is good, but!!!!
It’s good… ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
It’s all good, and really, happy birthday and let’s run hard for our BTS and ARMY from now on, as well. It makes me tear up when I see you perform on stage on hyung’s skinny, skinny legs. I respect you
Dilligently do lower body exercises… Take your vitamins…
Wow this really doesn’t fill up, what should I fill this up with
ARMY I love you ARMY I like you ARMY is mine ARMY I heart you
Ah thank you so much for liking “We Don’t Talk Anymore”!!!
I felt really good because you all liked it. It was great
I’ll continue to sing you great songs in the future. This feeling drives me to do more covers
Really, thank you. We don’t have that many lines left! Let’s cheer up!
It seems like it’d be nice to end this with song lyrics. Let’s shout two three everyone
Hoping for more good days, if you believe what I say, then
One, two, three
If you believe me, then one, two, three
Hoping for many more good days, if you believe what I say, then
One, two, three
If you believe me, then one, two, three
Suga hyung and Bangtan and ARMY
I love you!
@reluctantrfamember, I promised that I’d make art for your fanfic ever since last summer aaaaaa!!!
//white rabbit hopping
I'mlateI'mlateI'mlate huhu so sorry :“)
You and your After End are honestly such blessings to this fandom, thank you so so so much. I’m so happy I was able to stumble across it at my aunt’s law firm, you have no idea how often I was grinning stupidly at my phone. All the attorneys thought I had a boyfriend or smth, can you believe that crap
[…] It still shocks me that I even managed to get this far just from walking around my apartment filming myself. Sometimes I watch other YouTubers, and I’m just like, “How the f*** did I get here? Who let that happen?” But from the day I started making videos, when I thought about what kind of YouTuber I wanted to be, I am still moving towards that. So whether you’re new or you haven’t even subscribed yet, the best is still yet to come. You have no idea.
Foggy looked up from his laptop screen and saw that Matt was still sitting in his chair with his glasses off, he glanced over at the door, but it was closed. “No, she isn’t?”
“I meant she’s outside.”
As if on cue, the door creaked opened and you peaked your head inside with a smile. “Morning, boys.”
Foggy turned to Matt, opening his mouth to ask him how in the hell he knew that, but dismissed it so he could get up from his chair to greet you. “(Y/n)! Have you finally come to seek our excellent lawyer expertise?”
“I’m afriad not today, Fog,” You said, pulling a paper bag from behind your back and handing it to him. “But I brought your favorite to make it up to you.”
Foggy looked inside and his whole face lit up. “Consider yourself forgiven.”
You owned a semi-popular bakery two buldings down from the firm. The first day you found out you were getting new neighbors you brought them over a small cake to welcome them, and thus becoming instant friends with both Foggy and Matt.
“I don’t actually know what kind of pastries you like, Matt. So I just made you coffee, I hope you don’t mind.” You placed a warm, cardboard cup into his hand.
“Of course not, you didn’t have to though.”
You smiled. “Yeah, but I like to,” You turned back to Foggy and clapped your hands. “Is Karen here? I brought her something too.”
“She’s in the other room.” Foggy answered as he returned to his chair, the floorboards creaking slightly as he did.
As soon as you closed the door Foggy turned back to Matt with a smug smile on his face. “It’s amazing, you might be blind but you still get the biggest doe eyes I’ve ever seen anytime (Y/n) comes over.”
Matt ducked his head to put on his glasses. “I have no idea what your referring to.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, jerk. Besides, the whole thing with always knowing when she’s here makes it obvious. I’m not gonna lie it’s a little creepy, impressive, but creepy.”
Matt knew how to hear the heartbeat of anyone in the same perimeter as him. But somehow, he knew the sound of your heart exactly. It was always a calm, dystinct rhythm that sounded like a song. He didn’t know how you did it, but it was always the same.
Sure, he could easily identify you by the smell of sugar and vanilla that always seemed to linger on you from the bakery, or the small hums you played to yourself whenever you were walking or working.
But your heartbeat was Matt’s favorite.
It was like something that was intended for his ears only, and it felt wonderfully intimate.
This caused a lot of trouble on his end, usually Matt was confident in his fancies because he could listen to their heartbeat to see if they liked him back. But yours’ was always calm and steady.
Matt couldn’t go based on actions either. You were a kind and generous person who went out your way to make those around you feel happy and loved. It was a trait he deeply admired in you considering all the bullshit he puts up with on a daily basis.
“So, are you gonna ask her out?” Foggy’s voice sounded a little fuzzy, and Matt could only assume he was already eating the doughnut you brought him. “Because seriously, if you don’t I just might, these things are amazing.”
Matt smiled, he could hear you making small talk with Karen in the other room. “I don’t know yet.”
“Come on, you’ve always been the ladies man of this operation. Just ask her out like you normally would.”
“It’s different this time. She’s different.”
Foggy sighed, slightly disappointed in his friends’ sudden lack of courage. “Whatever you say.”
Matt leaned back in his chair, canceling out all the rest of the noise in building and focused on you and your heartbeat.
Just as he was focusing in on the conversation, a muffled version of Karen’s voice mentioned his name.
Requests: could you do an imagine where the reader is in a beauty and the beast kind of situation and he won’t let them go until they heard that her family was in danger (cause of the Resistance) and he gives her the choice to leave, but they don’t really want to leave? thanks, i love your writing! + I don’t know how to do requests, but I feel like it’d be cool to have a sort of beauty & the beast au if that isn’t too cliche lol???? + Hey so I had this idea after watching the new Beauty & the Beast movie the other day. Ben is cursed by witch lady or Snoke or something and becomes Kylo Ren, essentially UNTIL reader shows up and he goes back to the Light side. Idk. I might sound stupid…
A/N: First things first, this took me like two weeks to do bc I had others to write and this was really long. Second of all, it follows both the animated and live action versions; the characters don’t turn into things, rather, force ghosts (you’ll see), also this is based on Alderaan and you can easily tell which character is who. Anyway, thank you for the requests to those anons! Enjoy!
Warning: Mention of death
Word Count: 10K+ (oops)
The castle that sat atop of a snow covered mountain in the planet of Alderaan was long forgotten–and unheard of. No one dared to enter the land of the cold, seeing as no one was truly aware of its existence with their lack of need to travel the mountains. But, the castle was not abandoned nor was it vacant. Inside lived many souls that had been cursed, one in particular being the most brooding of them all.
Still going strong on #30daysofGIFS. One of the funny challenges has been figuring how to make sure I can get the GIF done in one day. A few days ago, I had an idea for a GIF but as I started working on it, I realized that I wouldn’t have enough time to finish it by the end of the day. So I put together this GIF in it’s place.
Title: Close Call Character: Peter Parker Prompt: 61
Peter and you had long since made it a habit to walk home together after school. You lived on different floors in the same apartment complex, and the two of you used it as excuses to be in each other’s company longer.
“Hey, I’m gonna take the train today, you wanna come with?” You tugged off one of your headphones to ask him, but Peter seemed distracted by something else.
“Oh uhm, I’m gonna have to pass today. I have to do a thing,” Peter was already crossing the street away from you before he turned around for a brief moment to give an apologetic smile you had gotten far too used to in the last couple of days. “I’ll call you later though I promise!”
You watched him sprint away before you could even respond. Ever since Peter got his internship with Tony Stark, it became the thing his entire life revolved around.
And at first, you were completely overjoyed and proud of him, he just seemed so happy. But soon after, it felt like Peter wasn’t doing anything if it wasn’t for the internship.
But you’d never tell him how his sudden absence in your life upset you. You couldn’t take something away from him that he cared so deeply for. Instead, you just got the hell on with it.
Fortunately, it was becoming more and more easier to be content with your own company.
Peter quickly ran into an alleyway to pull his spider suit out his bookbag, shedding his school clothes and suiting up in record time. Webbing his bookbag somewhere secure, he then took off to the top of one the buildings to scope out for any trouble.
However, like usual, it was only small things. Peter returned a runaway dog to it’s owner, helped a blind man find his wife whom he lost in a crowd, and stopped another bike theft.
Peter pulled off his mask, sitting on the edge of one of the taller buildings with his legs dangling over. He had gone back to grab his things from the alleyway before resting on the building. He remembered his promise to call you, but just as he was about to grab his phone from his bag, there was a shout from down below.
Peter tossed everything back into the bag and slung it over his shoulders, putting the mask back on he then took off to find the noise.
He was expecting to find something like a theft or some sort disagreement between the city people.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he did find.
There was a few people surrounding a shop that was selling television screens on the front window. Flashing on the screen was a breaking news story about a crash within the metro sysem.
Apparently a train had derailed an hour or so earlier and stations were just getting word of it.
Peter was about take off again but then he remembered that you said you were taking the train home today.
And the train that derailed was the one you always took.
The news station didn’t have word of any casualties yet, but there were more than dozens of injuries among everyone on the train.
Panic finally settling in, Peter sprinted into the closet place he could have privacy and quickly dialed your number. His hands were shaking so much that he kept pressing in the wrong numbers.
He ripped off his mask and started to put his normal things back on while the phone rang.
“Please pick up, please pick up.” Peter quickly murmured as he momentarily took the phone away from his ear to pull on his shirt.
There were a few more rings but then it went to your voicemail and Peter found himself letting out a strangled cry when the same thing happened the other two times he tried to call.
“(Y/n)! I’m heading over to your place now, if you get this before I get there please, please call me!” Peter shoved his phone into his pocket and started running as fast as he could to the apartment complex.
He didn’t even bother with the elevator, your place was on one of the lower floors, so Peter ran straight to the door to the stairs.
By the time Peter got to your door he had worked himself up into a complete nervous wreck as his subconscious thought every worse case scenario for this particular situation.
He probably knocked five times more than he needed to, but his desperation to see your face, to see that you were alive and safe, was blocking most of his common sense.
When the door opened and you looked at him with a puzzled expression, Peter could only stare at while his eyes began to tear up.
“Peter? What’s the matter with you, I tried to-”
You were silenced as Peter tossed his arms
around you and pulled you into what was possibly the most bone crushing hug you’ve ever received.
His arms were wrapped securely around your neck and he had his head tucked into your shoulder while a couple quiet sobs escaped him. “I saw that there…that a train had derailed, and I thought- I thought you might have been on it!”
Now all of his strange behaviors made sense.
Peter used his sleeve to wipe away his tears as he sniffled. “Look, I’m really sorry that I haven’t been around much lately. But, I promise I’ll try to make you more of a priority and I’ll follow you everywhere because I thought you were dead and that was an awful feeling that I don’t want to go through ever again.”
Your hand came up to brush the hair at the back of his neck as you tried to console him. “I’m fine, I promise! After you left I decided that a walk alone would do me some good so I bailed on the train.”
Peter’s hold on you grew tighter as he let out a bitter laugh. “And you never answer your phone, I hate that about you.”
You smiled. “Why don’t you come inside, I can make you something to eat.”
Peter felt you try to move away and he shook his head. “N-No, I just want to hold you for a little bit longer. It still hasn’t sunken in yet.”
You nodded and simply held him back. “You’re such a worry wart, Peter Parker.”
“I don’t care, please don’t ever do that to me again.”