YOu have to FUCKIN HELP ME. YOON*** HAS BEEN ALL OVER MY FEED ON YT AND TWITTER AND MY DASh. YOON*** IS STARTING TO TAKE OVER THE "OTP" TITLE OF YOONKOOK. IM LOSING YOONKOOK. HELP ME BRUH
anon, i was taking a nap and i bolted out of bed for this. i shall try to help as best as i can
see, the thing abt yoonkook is, you won’t get moments on a daily basis, and sometimes it’s really subtle, so it’s sometimes hard to ship. but honestly, their relationship is so precious and sweet it just seems so natural. where to begin honestly. let’s start nice with some photos shall we, just to get started
Happy Birthday, Kat and Peter! This is part one of your gift from me today~ Sorry I don’t have part two yet it’s a little more difficult than I thought, but I will prevail!
On a more serious note, Kat, I want you to know that you are a really great friend to me and you always know how to make me laugh or smile and I’m so much better for knowing you. And Peter, I may not know you, or even know much about you, but I would like to thank you for being there for Kat and an amazing brother and inspiration for her. From what I can tell you bring each other happiness and I think that’s just so wonderful and important. Thank you both for being such amazing people.
Could you do a imagine we're Kara accidentally hurts the reader and feels really bad about it please thanks
“Ah, shit, Kara.”
“Yeah?” Kara asked seductively, hands gripping your hips as you two made out on the couch. “You like that?”
“Shit, no, not really. Let go!” You said and Kara got the hint and quickly let go.
“Oh my god, Y/N! I’m so sorry, are you Ok?”
“Yeah.” You sat up and rubbed your hip, where Kara groped a little to hard. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.
“Are you sure? Do you want me to look? Make sure it’s not broken or bruising?”
“Ah, when has a little bruising hurt anybody.” You joked, but Kara wasn’t laughing. “Kara, it’s ok. You got a little excited, it happens.”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t happen with an alien with super strength.” Kara sighed. “I’m sorry Y/N. It’s just… no one’s ever made me feel the way you do before, and I guess I lost control for a second there.”
“Well, it’s nice to hear that I can make you lose control.” You joked again, and this time Kara smiled. “Just, maybe dial the Hulk strength back a little and we’ll be fine, Okay?”
“Okay.” Kara said and you two continued your make out session.
a closed off person, I do not share personal stuff with people, I have one best
friend that I do share with but other people. No. That’s mostly because it
seems like for some reason people want to give you a hard time about things or
make fun of you. So I find it easier not to share then to have to explain
myself and defend every choice I make. Don’t laugh at me and ask me why I went
to see the same play twice, susan,
just let me live my life.
Nobody in my real life knows about my tumblr. I don’t want to censor myself in
any way and I don’t want people to see all the shit I post here.
really like tumblr. I can feel really lonely but here I see so many people who
like the same things, struggle with the same things and find the same things
important, and I need that to feel less lonely.
struggle with being gay. I don’t wish I was straight but I wish society was
different, at times I can get sad about it. It’s still weird for me to find
women attractive in the sense that I never used to fancy anyone, at least not consciously,
and now all the things about love make sense. I’m just finding so much stuff
out about myself that have to do with me being gay.
After my parents got divorced me, my mom and my sister lived with my grandma
for six years, starting from when I was twelve, my uncle also lived there. It was
horrible, I love my grandma and she took good care of us but nobody was happy,
my mom had to pay off debt and she told me about a lot of problems I don’t
think I should’ve know about at that age.
6. I didn’t
see my dad a lot in those six years, and really didn’t see him much until about
four years ago. He cheated on my mom and didn’t make an effort to see me and my
sister. But four years ago I started working in his bar and now I love to spend
time with him, we have a great relationship and laugh about the same jokes.
7. I love
theatre, I go as much as I can. I volunteer at our local theatre so I get to
see plays for free in return.
going to New York in May with my mom and sister. I’m really looking forward to
it. We’re going to see Sunset Boulevard on Broadway, which is special to me.
You may not know this but I’m really into Berena, I’ve never been this invested
in a tv show or a tv couple before.
never regret anything. If I did stuff the way I did it then it was the best or
only decision at the time.
a chill person at work (theatre or bar), I don’t get stressed out when it’s busy,
I thrive on it. I can put a lot of stuff in perspective, if something’s not
going exactly as planned, whatever, it’s not that important, it’s not like we’re
Pluto: what is your biggest aspiration and why? This one is hard, because do I base it on life goals or career goals XD I’ll go career goals. I really want to write super epic, totally intricate, fantasy series with heaps of amazing characters.
To me there is nothing better than immersing yourself in this huge ass plot that spans different worlds with different kingdoms. I want to be able to write characters that people would cry if they died, laugh if they made a joke, or rejoice when they finally found peace. I want to build solid magic systems and good backstories, a tangible plot that people can see and not just read.
My favourite series of all time is The Malazan Book Of The Fallen series by Steven Erikson, and honestly if I could write something half as epic as that then I would consider my aspiration achieved.
It has military fallout/betrayal with soldiers and commanders so likeable I cry when they die, it has magic and gods that walk the earth, assassins and ancient races and magical warrens that only insane men would dare to venture. It has EVERYTHING I could ever want in a series, ever. There are some loose plot ends but I don’t care XD everything else is amazing.
Saturn: what are you weakest and strongest at? O_o I am lazy, I won’t lie, it takes me a long time to find my get up and go, I think about things too much when I should get do it instead, and it’s something I want to remedy this year. I am not sure if that really answers what am weakest at haha.
Strongest at? Ugh, I want to say nothing. I am strong at writing? Is that something. I am really physically strong if that counts XD I am good at lifting really heavy things since that’s my other hobby lmao.
[i wanted to say it's refreshing to see their ankles but that sounds weird] that reminds me of that one tweet where a boy calls kpop fans weird cos we hype up the weirdest parts of an idol's body lmao! and he used 'the back of jimin's knees' as a reference, god that tweet had me laughing so hard! (not to be that fan but jimin does really have nice knees/legs/ and the back of his knees don't look so bad either bye lmao) also i love reading your tags about jungkook, you're always so cute! :')
YES LMAO THAT TWEET IS ICONIC!! and…well.. its true. that guy exposed the kpop fandom. also i totally agree with you 👀 jimin’s (and jeongguk’s) legs (…calves) are really nice to look at! and asgkhasg thank you so much omg ;; you made it through the long list of tags ahh <3
to someone who faces everything with his optimism. to someone who is very confident in himself, yet very humble in his success. to someone who always tries to show his best sides to us, yet never hesitates to be himself. to someone who showers us with affection, and teaches us to love ourselves. to someone who makes time for us and makes us laugh, even during the busiest schedules and the most tiring times. to someone who encourages us to do what we love, to not stopping even when no one acknowledges your struggle. to someone who once said, “your hard work is yours to recognize,” to someone who is not afraid to say “i want to stop”. to someone who, despite not getting enough parts, always reminds us that meeting us through broadcasts and performances is enough to make him really happy. to someone who puts bangtan before himself, who would do all he can to make sure that his members are well, who would rather be a friend figure to his younger members despite being the oldest. to someone who has brought so many smiles to us, to someone who is so truly amazing and beautiful no word would ever be enough to describe him. to someone who keeps doing his utmost best to improve.
Oh my it's much better than i thought. Precious sans, nice dresses, i like it! And haha san's morning singing... i laugh so hard, it's genius idea. Thank you! I'm so happy that you drawing my requests ^^ If you want i can offer one more idea. Dress party for sanses (ut, us, uf, sf (want see him more)). And papyruses in suits (like a bonus if you don't mind). Also i love sanses in dresses too <3
(i went a little overboard..)
haha, so i attempted (keyword: attempted) to draw them in real dresses _(:3」∠)_ i don’t really know men’s fashion so i kinda opted out of drawing the papyri..
you’ve made me laugh really hard, and honestly want to be your friend. i appreciate everything you do, and i’m happy yet another person is added to the list of ‘sweetest people’! @crankgameplays !! keep being a backflipping goofball!
A/N: SO in tribute of the success of ‘Dating Chris Evans might include’ I decided I would also make one of a personal favourite; Tom Holland. I seriously hope you enjoy and don’t forget to send any requests you have!!
DATING THIS MUNCHKIN MAY INCLUDE:
him laughing when he tries to teach you proper English table mannerisms
you trying really hard because you want to make him proud
“I guess you are too adorable to be proper, eh?”
if you are short: he would bring it up any chance he was given
because he is used to being the youngest and the shortest
he is pretty deviant and quite sly
you soon understand why Seb and Robert call him a little asshole
he tries so hard to open doors for you and pull out a chair and get your coat
he whineswhen you do them yourself
he whines in general
he’s a big baby and you take care of him often
when he is sick he will play it like he is dying so that you will take care of him
because he loves your cooking
he will often shower you in what you call over exaggerated compliments
but he calls them understatements of blatant facts
he can and will take any aspect about you and ramble about how much he adores it
but he is also the person where if you mention a flaw you see about yourself and genuinely would like to change it for the better; he will give you constructive advice and help you in anyway that he can
he wants you to love yourself as much as he does
inconvenient hand holding
always touching in someway
an arm around you
at any man that walks past
some random on the street
gave you a cat call
he was physically ready to slice of their arm
and beat them with it
“Guysss, I’m really homesick“ :(
“Tom, you just went home to grab a hoodie and came back seven minutes ago?”
“I knowww. But (Y/n) isn’t here…”
because home is where the heart is
“She left to get some coffee. You hugged her three minutes ago– what is wrong with you?”
I just really want to be in love with someone. I aspire after the physical part, I want to kiss them, hug them so tight and make out for hours, holding hands outside and hickeys everywhere. I need to have someone by my side, talking with them at 2 am about all my weird thoughts and “what ifs”, cooking together and laughing so hard.
Maybe I’m desperate, but I just want to fall in love. I’ve never been and it’s tiring to always write about la grande amour but never experiencing it myself.
A/N: I found a gif and I wanted my wifee @mrsgabrieltrickster to talk me out of it but then she made a great point and boop here you go DESTIEL WARNING
He was staring just a little too long, laughing just a little too hard.
And Castiel, though a patient man, is on the edge of losing his temper. Dean smiles – the smile that crinkles his eyes and tugs at his cheeks – at the woman in front of him, smoothing his hand down his suit jacket.
“I appreciate your time ma’am,” Dean says, cocking an eyebrow as she jots down a number on a piece of paper. “We do have a few more questions–”
“Just in case I forget,” she purrs, offering him the number. Castiel cocks an eyebrow, clearing his throat. “If you have any more questions,” she blurts. Sam shifts in his seat, frowning as the angel lets out a short breath.
“And we appreciate that ma’am,” Sam cuts in. Dean nods in agreement, clamping his mouth shut as Castiel shoots him a glare.
“Dean, a word,” he grunts, shooting Sam a look before heading down the hallway.
“U-uhm…we like to get a good feel for your home…so my colleagues are…gonna have a look,” Sam says, followed by an uncomfortable laugh.
Castiel walks into the first room he can find, dragging Dean along with him. The moment the door closes, he’s pushing Dean against a shelf of books, gripping both of his wrists.
“Is she your type?” Castiel growls, his voice a whisper. Dean shudders out a response, grunting as the other man forced his leg between his thighs. “I know when you’re flirting Dean, you aren’t subtle.”
“I wasn’t – fuck – you’re just –” He cuts himself off as Castiel’s grace wraps around his neck, a stifled moan escaping him. “This really isn’t the time Cas,” he chuckles, tilting his head as Castiel’s lips met his neck.
“Then stop looking at her.” His voice is muffled against the Winchester’s neck, but the assertion is clearly heard. “Stop laughing at her jokes.” He pauses, rolling his hips and gaining a light whimper from Dean. God, the sounds he makes can send Castiel’s head spinning in seconds.
“J-jealous fuck,” Dean breathes, his eyes widening as the tingle of Castiel’s grace teased down the length of his cock.
“You’re right, I am a ‘jealous fuck’, Dean.” Castiel pauses, letting out a long, hot breath against Dean’s neck. Dean shudders, his hands gripping into fists. “And I suppose you want me to stop?” he asks. He shakes his head, groaning as Castiel grinds against him. “Then what? I thought this wasn’t the time, Dean –”
“S-stop fucking around,” he whines.
“Oh, I will.” Castiel begins pulling away, chuckling as Dean lets out a desperate whine.
“Please?” he breathes, biting his cherry red lip between his teeth. Smiling, Castiel reclaims his place pressed up against his boyfriend, nuzzling against his sensitive skin.
Sam stares ahead with a tight-lipped smile, his eyes wide as moans echo down the hallway.
Last night I didn't sleep so, here what I was thinking about.
At their house in Cuba, one day, Will enters the kitchen and finds this on the table.
Will: Hannibal… Come on… Really?
Hannibal: I kept that safe. It was the best of the fifteen.
Will: You made me draw fifteen of them?
Hannibal: Yes, I was having fun. You thought you were drawing them perfectly and you showed them to me with that serious face like you were doing something stupid and useless. You have no idea how hard it was for me to not laugh in your face.
Hannibal: I want to put it on the fridge. Right on the fridge with a little magnet that says I was gutted for this. Greetings from Baltimore.
“You were okay before him and you’ll be okay after.”
“Im not really sure that’s true. Because before I had no idea what it was like to have someone like him. I had never had someone care for me so deeply and I’ve never cared about any boy that much. I’ve never felt so comfortable and safe. I’ve never laughed so hard tears were streaming down my face with any other guy. I’ve never felt so loved and wanted. He was in everything I did. So now it’s just me, but he’s taken out.“ She stops and takes a breath. "Yes I’ll survive, but im not all that confident that I’ll ever truly be okay. Because once you have something like that you’re always gonna compare. And im not sure anyone is gonna truly understand me like he did. And that breaks my heart.”