and if you havent read it yet

anonymous asked:

hello! can I request for college! au jihoon ?

hello! of course you can~ here you go! im not used to writing for idols who are younger than me so hopefully it’s ok hahaa… (btw go read my Minki college!au if you havent yet, because im real proud of it woohoo) 

Park Jihoon College!AU

Originally posted by parkji-hoons

  • So there’s this guy in your lecture hall
  • And he sits in a spot a few rows down and to the right from you
  • so if you tilt your head slightly he’s in your perfect line of vision
  • he’s someone who’s always caught your eye because he’s literally so good looking???
  • and he looked super familiar but you can’t put a finger on why
  • in lectures he’s always taking down notes and listening intently to the lecturer
  • he sits with a couple of his friends and they all seem like a nice bunch of pals
  • y’know, the typical joking around, slapping each other on the backs, fist bumps, the stuff you see in stock photos and teen movies
  • and he has the nicest smile??? like wow this boy was blessed with some photogenic wonders that does not come by easily in this world
  • after a lecture one day you’re packing up your stuff and filing out of the room with everyone else, when you realise you left your jacket on the back of the seat you were sitting at
  • you trudge up the steps quietly to get where you had been sitting when you notice two girls, one of them giggling away whilst pushing the other up to the cute guy who’s still joking round with his mates
  • “Um…Jihoon?”
  • He pauses and turns to look at her
  • his facial expression is still smiling, waiting for her to continue speaking
  • “Would I be able to talk to you…in private?”
  • Jihoon’s friends are all like :o and trying to warn the girl with their expressions that this is not a good idea

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anonymous asked:

Assalamu Alaikum Sister! Finals are coming to a close so I was wondering if there are any islamic books to gain knowledge you would recommend?

Wa alaykum assalam, may Allah grant you success in your exams inshallah 🌸 

Here are some books that you need to read inshallah, the list is kinda long, but you can always add them to your ‘to read’ list and go through them over time inshallah 

  1. Al Bidaya Wan Nihaya- Ibn Kathir
  2. The Stories of the Prophets, peace be upon them- Ibn Kathir
  3. How He Treated Them- Muhammad Salih Al Munajjid
  4. The Day of Resurrection- ‘Umar Sulayman Al Ashqar
  5. The Minor Resurrection- ‘Umar Sulayman Al Ashqar
  6. The Sealed Nectar- Safiur Rahman Al Mubarakpuri
  7. Don’t Be Sad- Aaidh Al Qarni
  8. Noble life of the Prophet- Ali Muhammad Sallabi
  9. Provisions of the Hereafter- Ibn Al Qayyim
  10. Al Fawaid (a collection of wise sayings): Ibn Al Qayyim
  11. The Path to Guidance- Ibn Al Qayyim
  12. The Soul’s Journey After Death- Ibn Al Qayyim
  13. The Purification of the Soul- Ibn Al Qayyim
  14. Guidance to the Uncertain- Ibn Al Qayyim
  15. Patience and Gratitude- Ibn Al Qayyim
  16. Taqwa the Provisions of Believers 
  17. لأنك الله- علي بن جابر الفيفي 
  18. هذا الحبيب يا محب- أبي بكر جابر الجزائري 
  19. صلاح الأمة في علو الهمة- سيد حسين العفاني
  20. روضة المحبين و نزهة المشتاقين- ابن القيم
  21. هرم بلا قمة- محمد الغليظ
  22. سلسلة أعمال القلوب- المنجد 
  23. سلم نفسك- محمد الغليظ

    I didn’t find the translated versions of the last couple of books, but I thought I’d add them anyway. May Allah benefit you from them inshallah. Ps. dont forget your niyyah  🌸 

“Perhaps I am being too forward, I don’t know what your expectations are, the books I have read about Japan did not discuss such things, but, ah… you surely must know that I would very much like to kiss you.”

He hadn’t expected Victor to say something like that so soon, but it was the simplicity of the request that startled and charmed Yuuri all at once. Not a desire for them to go to bed together, or to become regular lovers; only a kiss. And he seemed so concerned that even that could offend Yuuri. It might have, if this were his first time among Westerners. But it was only a kiss. Yuuri had kissed plenty of men.

He didn’t respond, only reached up to take his glasses off, and then slid his fingers up from where they still rested against Victor’s shoulder to the back of his neck before he leaned across the distance between them and pressed their lips together.

I’m currently rereading @thetwoguineabook‘s Blackbird and AHHHHH I love this fic SO MUCH I wish I could draw every single scene in it *sobs*

This scene in Ch 2 is probably one of my favourite scenes in the entire fic. The way Victor tells Yuuri that he wants to kiss him - it gets me every time

thinking about millio’s yellowcake again and wanted to draw a venom loosely based on hers

“Shut up and dance with me.” He snaps, and it’s such a needlessly aggressive demand and so completely Keith that Lance finds himself grinning, and this time he can feel it reaching his eyes.

This guy is my destiny.
— if you havent read this fic yet, have you even lived??
— thank you sora and kaylee for this amazing ass fic that is Shut Up and Dance with Me & ruined my life :)
» all pic creds: @wolfpainters
» fic writer: @wittyy-name

8 reasons why you should watch Sense8


Most people probably know by now that Sense8 fans just pulled off the impossible and brought the ridiculously expensive and technical/organizational nightmare that is this show back from the death for a 2 hour special.

We believe we can get more than that, so does Lana Wachowski, creator of the show, who wrote: ‘It’s my great pleasure (…) to announce that there will be another two hour special released next year. After that… if this experience has thought me anything, you NEVER know

Netflix says it needs a bigger audience to be profitable, I’m here to fix that problem, here’s why you need to watch Sense8:

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anonymous asked:

hi i love your writing so much and was wondering if you had any fic recs to hold me over until your next update 😭


I’m just gonna throw out whatever comes to mind ok and its probably mostly all smut cuz I’m a perv sorry (wow this ended up being way longer than i intended IM SORRY)

@jiminniemouse is the queen of threesomes so take a look into her profile but some of my favorites is:

Crave (Yoongi smut), Taste (Hobi smut), Making Him Jealous (ima call it a jikook threesome let me live), and her ongoing series Purple Jewels!


@jungblue ok anything from this girl is gold G O L D i love all of her fics but if I have to choose then

Future Hearts (Jimin/Jungkook love triangle), I Hate You I Love You (Jungkook smut/angst), and Control (Jimin smut omg i am still having chest pains thinking about this one)


@seokvie This girl has got a whole fucking load of fics it’s like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow smutland wonderland your vag will cry in joy and pain

Costume (Hobi smut MY ALL TIME FAVORITE FIC I L O V E IT), View From 4-B (Hobi smut), basically all her Hobi smuts, Show Off (Wonho smut), Paradise (JB smut), JUST BINGE READ ALL OF THEM (i am also excited to read her new fic with jimin and assplay and lets just say my ass is ready but I DONT HAVE A KINK FOR ASSPLAY OK LET ME LIVE)


@jungkxook yes yes yes everything all of it just do it

Pour Up (taekook threesome), Hiraeth (zombie apocolypse au)


@war-of-hormoan‘s For You (Tae angst) killed me about 40 times


@kimvtae‘s Fall For You (Jungkook smut) series and Couples Costumes (Hobi smut)


@minsvga‘s Philophobia (Jungkook/Jimin smut/angst) series, Taking Risks 101  (Jimin smut), Children of the Night (Jungkook/Tae smut) series


@yoonminnings‘s Lace Casualties (Jimin sugar daddy)


@trapmonster‘s He Didn’t (Yoongi smut/angst), Bite me (Jungkook smut), Silent Treatment (Jungkook), Nerd (Tae), Toxic (maknae line)


@btssmutgalore oh my god all of her fics ALL OF HER DAMN FICS LETS JUST SAY SHE SERIOUSLY OWES ME A NEW PELVIS OK FUCK but my favorites so far are

Nude (Tae), Lightweight (Jungkook), Business (A FUCKING TWO PART TAEKOOK THREESOME GOD), Lollipop (Jungkook), Forbidden (Hobi)


@ellieljade‘s Apologies (Tae smut/angst) is one of my favorites and honestly just read all of her masterlist as well i cry (out of everywhere)


@kookingtae‘s Experimental Error (Tae smut I fucking died), The Switch (OT7 Smut holy hell this was one of the first bts smuts ive read and wow now you see why I really love them), Falling Into You (Jungkook smut GOD I LOVED THIS SO HARD) + the rest of her masterlist


@floralseokjin oh my goodness ok i cant believe i havent discovered you sooner I fucking love your writing pls

Buzz trilogy (Yoongi smut & O       M       G), Playing with Fire (Jungkook smut) i havent read anything else yet BUT I JS SAW SHE POSTED A NEW FIC YOU KNOW WHAT IM READIN TONIGHT


@onlylovekpop basically all her Wonho smuts and drabbles killed me k i l l e d me but my fav is Bad Behavior


Other people you should def look into is @kittae (cat fics yes) @seoulscapes (an amazing demon wonho au) @helloblamebts @seokline @kstopping @imaginethisbts @kainks @jeonins @baeseoul (p r o t e  g e)

Im so sorry I’m still sick and I’m getting tired and lazy so I just had to bunch up the rest HAHAHA but I hope this helps anon! And you will def not be disappointed in any of these ok they are amazing and beautiful and amazing and everytime I read their stories literally

i drew this the other day not even thinking about it being klangst week?? so i hope this isnt too late, cause i decided to post it anyway. this was an impromptu collab with @sakura-petal91 [here is their half!] 

that hanahaki thing is really popular recently but i havent read any fics having to do with it yet (im just intrigued by the visuals) so if you have any hanahaki fics youd recommend send them my way! they dont have to be klance either i ship everything under the sun. 

(the flowers are blue clematis!) 

In the Depths of the Sea- Chapter 3

Hi friends, it’s Marlo here! I know you are all probably a tad bit confused as to why the third chapter of a fic is going up on here, but I have made the decision to move In the Depths of the Sea, my Pirate!AU,  over here to Turtle Soup Stories, rather than leaving it on my personal blog. There are a myriad of reasons behind this shift, more than I can list here, but if you would like more information, feel free to message me on my main blog ( @marlosbooknook ).

As always, a massive thank you to my Kilt Kult pals for their constant support and advice, and an extra special thank you to the always lovely @bonnie-wee-swordsman, who actually saved this chapter.

To read the previous chapters, be sure to check my ao3 here!

Thanks and lots of love (as always)



In the distance, she saw a dark mass on the shore. A piece of driftwood was not unusual on the tropical coast, but something deep in the pit of her stomach told Claire that there was something more. The invisible tether continued to pull her forward, and she didn’t feel herself break into a run, hiking up her skirts as her feet pounded into the damp sand.
Claire stopped in her tracks and stared at the sight before her.
A flash of fiery red.
A subtle movement.
A limp hand.

Jesus H. Christ…. Claire thought as she stared helplessly at the man lying motionless in the surf.

Claire rushed forward, stumbling over the shifting sand before falling to her knees in front of the mysterious figure. He was laying on his back, a thick coating of sand masking his features, save for his russet curls.

That bloody hair may very well have saved his life! Claire thought. Had the crimson spot on the shore not caught her attention, she would never had been able to distinguish the figure in the distance, and identify it as a person. She brushed the damp curls out of his face, but it was nearly impossible to discern any obvious injuries with the mask of sand blanketing his face and exposed skin.

He was breathing, that much Claire was sure of. She could see the rise and fall of his chest through the soaked layers of clothing clinging to his muscular frame. There was no way she could lift him, and she couldn’t send back for help without leaving him to the wrath of the ocean. It was impossible to tell whether he was going to wake up or not, no way of knowing what trauma he had faced at sea before arriving on the Barbados shore. Her repeated attempts at rousing him failed- her shaking, pinching and gentle murmurs of encouragement eliciting no response. With no signs of active life, Claire’s hope was beginning to falter, as the mental images of disastrous accidents danced across her thoughts Was he a sailor? Had he slipped from the riggings and been swept away under the masses of foam, assumed to be dead by his friends and crew? Did he have a family, a wife, children, someone wondering where he was or if he was alive?

“Oh, bloody hell!”

So caught up was she in her examination of the mysterious castaway that she failed to to notice the arrival of the storm, which had been ominously looming in the distance. Only the sharp darts of rain against her skin and the vibrations of the clapping thunder alerted her of its presence. It only hastened the importance of getting her unconscious companion to safety.

“Come on you bastard, why can’t you just wake up?!” Her attempts at restoring consciousness became increasingly more desperate. Urgently she shook him, praying internally that the  jarring motion would restore some semblance of activity to the man’s limp form. His face in between her hands, Claire let out a tirade of every curse she knew, in English and French, any and all expletives she picked up from Uncle Lamb and his consortium of world travelers she knew. Fear made its home in the pit of her stomach as he remained unresponsive.

She stood up, grains of sand cascading off her skirts onto the unconscious man in front of her. Exasperated by her failure and the increasingly antagonistic circumstances, Claire ran a hand through her salt- licked curls as the cool sea breeze caused her to shiver. Below her, her unexpected companion shuddered, and Claire noticed his face pale beneath his sandy armour as a concerning blue tinge seeped into his lips.

A sigh of relief. He was moving, breathing, and it appeared to Claire that he was slowly inching towards life. But the initial joy at his movement was quickly replaced by dread as the reason for his sudden stirring became clear in Claire’s mind.

Jesus, he’ll freeze to death if I don’t do something! Claire realized with a shock. How could she have been so careless? So concerned had she been in her search for superficial, visible ailments, that Claire failed to realize the more pressing and life-threatening chill that was seeping into her patient’s bones. He was soaking wet, and the icy rain and sea breeze were sapping away any of the heat that remained in his body. For the first time since arriving in Bridgetown, Claire was unsure of what to do.  Never in her years in Barbados had she dealt with someone suffering from the cold. She knew of no medicinal herbs and no immediate cure for heat deprivation, other than to get this man to safety and warmth as quickly as she could. In her heart, Claire felt like she had failed in her sole mission. In an existence devoted aiding those in need who had nowhere else to turn, she had never held a life in her hands: a fragile, temporary, fleeting, human life.

She spared a panicked glance in the direction from which she had come in the unlikely hope that Frank had followed her, yet he was nowhere to be seen. The one time the man chooses to mind his own bloody business! She was utterly alone, save for the man clinging to life before her.

She felt something wet lapping at her toes through her stockings, looking down to realize the tide was quickly coming in. A flash of lightning illuminated the roiling sea in the distance. Looming waves towered into the air, creeping steadily closer to the shore. The fear of drowning gripped Claire and rattled her to the core. She had to get out- quickly. But she couldn’t just leave this man to his death; she had to act.

Soaked to the skin from ocean water and rain, Claire secured the arms of the red-haired giant; noticing quickly as she secured hold that his shoulder was dislocated, Claire weighed her options. There was no other way of getting them both to safety. So,  gritting her teeth and sending a mental apology to her companion, she began the arduous process of dragging him back from the surf.

The castaway’s face contorted in pain.

“I’m sorry–really, I am, but I’ll have you know that this isn’t a picnic for me, either…” Claire responded pointedly, as pins and needles sent a painful reminder of the strenuous task before her.

It would be impossible for her to transport him all the way back to her makeshift clinic, but she spied a lone palm tree back against the rocky cliff face. There, they could wait until the storm passed. She tugged, and the man gave a pitiful groan of discomfort, the only sound he had made since his discovery.

“What else would you like me to do?” Claire muttered, heaving with exertion. “It’s not like you can walk your damn self to the doctor. I am the only one here to help you. So you’re just going to have to bloody cooperate!” With each word she tugged, and Claire could see the heavy track of the man’s weight tracing their path. They had made progress, but it wasn’t enough.

Claire’s stomach turned as she remembered the people she had been unable to save, her parents, who vanished into the mist and never came back. The ocean had taken them from her, deprived her of a life with them. But perhaps she was being given another chance with this stranger. And she would not, could not, let him down.

Pull yourself together, Beauchamp. Do it for him.

So she pulled. Her back ached from the strain, and sweat dripped from her brow, mixing with the rain and clouding her vision.

“Come on, you brute. Just a little bit farther.”

By the time they reached the palm, Claire’s arms were numb and her back was screaming in pain. But they had made it. Safely sheltered from the rain under the green fronds, Claire pulled the thin kerchief from around her neck and gently dusted the wet sand off of his face, slowly revealing a sculpted jaw, coated with a layer of soft orange stubble. A strong nose and gently bowed lips followed.

I’ve found myself a bloody Adonis…

It was impossible not to admire the beauty of the man before her. His whole person was sculpted and angular, and Claire could see the taught muscles underneath his damp clothing.  She felt a slight twinge in the pit of her stomach, but it vanished as quickly as it came. An unsure pause followed as Claire gathered herself. She needed to focus on the task at hand. Her own feelings, whatever they were, could not interfere. This man’s life depended on it.

His face clean, Claire assessed his form for any other injury. The dislocated shoulder was a concern, but it wasn’t life-threatening. The onset of hypothermia proved to be her chief concern. She realized that his clothing, saturated with seawater, was keeping the chill to his skin. It was risky, and improper to be sure, but Claire knew that body heat was the surest way to restore warmth into his body.

Propriety be damned!

His shirt was already tattered, she observed as she carefully tried removing it, no doubt torn up from his time in the water. Her fingers fumbled and stumbled on the laces, a mixture of cold and nerves. After a brief struggle, she decided at last to just rip the thin fabric, exposing the toned torso beneath. A thin layer of soft red curls danced across his chest, sneaking downwards over his stomach before vanishing beneath the black waistband of his breeks. Claire could feel a flush creep up the back of her neck at the sight.

I’m a bloody fool… She mentally admonished herself.

She had seen men shirtless before, it was a common sight along the harbor, as sailors went about their business in the tropical heat. But again, she felt herself stir at the sight. Yet despite his outward appearance, and the powerful effect felt by Claire as she gazed upon his half dressed form, something about him radiated youthful innocence. Claire felt a sudden urge to protect him, despite never having spoken a word to him. She couldn’t discern what it was about his man that created such a stark duality within her, but the hard angles of him masked a vulnerability that instinctively made Claire reach out to stroke his cheek.

As she lay her palm upon his face, the faintest hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Claire couldn’t help but grin in turn. The world seemed to freeze. The rain stopped beating above their head and the waves ceased their endless attack against the shore. For one, utterly perfect moment, Claire felt at peace, alone with the man she pulled from the sea.

The moment shattered as the stranger’s eyes shot open.

Ice Nation Klark / Azgeda!Clarke, illustration by @denimcatfish

I commissioned this for “The White Queen Running” by @entirelytookeen, where Clarke wakes up as Queen of the Ice Nation.  

anonymous asked:

I read your mermaid au for bts and monsta x~ if you havent yet can you do a mermaid au for seventeen's woozi/jihoon please~ your mermaid aus are absolutely beautiful and i love reading them all the time 💙💖💙

thank you!! here is a mermaid!woozi

  • the new winter cold makes everything seem a little duller to you, especially the forest lake
  • it’s been frozen over, a layer of ice blocks you from seeing the little fish you are sure have fled off to some warm ocean
  • people use it to ice-skate now,,,,,seemingly forgetting how beautiful it looks when it’s open, free, and moving
  • and you don’t really want to ice-skate, but a group of friends drags you along and you end up stumbling on the thin ice,,,,,sure that at any moment it might break and the freezing water underneath with swallow you whole
  • but,,,,,it doesn’t break,,,,,,,,,,and your friends all laugh at your childish fear,,,,,,
  • until you see it,,,,,,the reflection of a face in the ice
  • at first you jump back, startled and almost falling on your skates
  • you look around and no one seems to have seen what you did
  • so you look again,,,,,,,and cover your mouth with your hand
  • beneath the ice is a handsome boys face, not frozen - just peeking up through the clearer part of the frost
  • his black hair dusts his forehead in the gentle push of the water around him, his eyes like two pools of midnight staring up at you curiously,,,,,,,
  • but then they narrow and you see him trying to mouth something
  • you lean in close,,,,,not aware of how that might look to the other people here to skate
  • and try to read his lips,,,,,,,
  • “b-br-breaking? what’s breaking? the? the mice? the dice? OH THE IC-”
  • before you can finish speaking, you hear a crack
  • AND WELL,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • the ice shatters beneath you, a clean drop right into the cold waters beneath
  • and no layer of clothing that you’re wearing, no scarves or boots or jacket can help keep you warm
  • not until you feel hands wrap around you - another body against yours in the cold,,,,,,,
  • you hear people call your name from above,,,,,,but the shock of the water makes you clam up,,,,,,closing your eyes to lean into the person who is holding you
  • the only source of something slightly warm in a dark, cold water
  • when you open your eyes again,,,,you’re home - your friends fussing around you and you’re not wet or cold - you’re in a blanket,,,,,,
  • in your house,,,,,,,,,
  • “we had to drag you out, thankfully you didn’t just sink to the bottom!!”
  • you sit up, “what about,,,,,,,what about the other person? whe-where is he?”
  • everyone gives you a look, “what other person? no one else fell in?”
  • you open your mouth, about to say- no, someone was already under there, someone who lived there ,,,,,,,,,,,,,a mermaid,,,?
  • but you close it again and shake your head,,,,,,the memory of the boy in the water who saved you stays in your head
  • till it’s finally spring, and you visit the lake again
  • there are little flowers on the banks of the water, the ice is completely gone and you can see small fish in the shallows
  • greenery and moss are sprouting back up,,,and then,,,,,,,,
  • “you’re the fool who fell through the ice, be careful and don’t fall into the lake too.”
  • you turn your head to see someone seemingly leaning against a nearby rock in the water, his apathetic gaze on you
  • “are - are you -”
  • he looks away, uninterested and you see the gills on the underside of his jaw,,,,they’re surrounded by scales of an olive and silvery tone
  • “wait,,,,,,,did you just call me a fool????”
  • you backtrack and this gets him to smile, if only a little bit
  • he dips under the surface of the water and you try to follow his reflection on the side of the lake
  • “hey, hey,,,,,,,come back here!”
  • you call out and then his head comes up again, those eyes that had looked up at you through frost stare at you now - close and without a barrier
  • like this, you see the clearness of his skin, although shimmering with the wetness of the water
  • “only a fool would skate on thin ice.”
  • he shrugs, his shoulders coming out of the water “yeah, but only you fell in.”
  • you ,,,,, aren’t sure how to dispute that, but just give him a small glare instead
  • again, he finds it funny and laughs,,,,,,,so much for mermaids being magical, peaceful creatures
  • “but,,,,,,,,,thanks. you know,,,,,,for catching me in the water and not letting me drown,,,,,,”
  • you say, trying to be the bigger person
  • this seems to catch him off guard, his eyes darting to the side
  • “it,,,it was nothing. just don’t fall again because i might not catch you this time.”
  • “that???? is so mean??????”
  • he chuckles a bit louder, but you can hear in it that it’s a joke 
  • something tells you that if you did fall in ,,,,,,,, he would do the same thing as he did in the winter. he’d save you.
  • “what,,,,,what’s your name?”
  • you suddenly ask and he stops chuckling,,,,he hesitates
  • for a split second you think he’s just going to dive back down into the water and disappear but then slowly he tells you it
  • “woozi. and no, it  doesn’t mean anything in ‘mermaid language’,,,,,”
  • you fluster because ok,,,maybe you were going to ask that,,,,but you shake it off and say thank you again, except this time you add his name and 
  • woozi,,,,,,sinking a bit against the water mumbles that it’s nothing - he already said that
  • you might have made it up, but you think his face gets softer - his voice too
  • but you sit down near the bank and ask “so,,,,,,how do you not freeze under here when it’s winter?!?!”
  • his face returns to a ‘are-you-serious?’ expression and he says something among the lines of just when you were proving he was wrong about  calling you a fool,,,,,,,,,,,
  • you knit your eyebrows together “do mermaids not have manners?!?!?” 
  • this continues for a while, and sure woozi is definitely disagreeable if that’s the word for it, but he’s a mermaid - who saved you - and there isn’t much else to say except for the fact that he’s also pretty,,,,,,darn cute