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Jikook fic recs masterpost

Hi everyone! So, as any jikook shipper, you all know that there is a variety of great fics, old and new, about our fave ship. I, personally, tend to like reading more about the new ones (not because the 2014 ones aren’t good anymore, but like, u know what i mean, dynamics of the ship changed).

So as someone who spends……. alot….. of their free time reading and writing fics, and as someone who’s been in the fandom for a couple months now, i tought it would be a good idea to write down here some of my faves for you, old shipper who thinks they’ve read them all, or new shipper who doesn’t know where to start :) 

I’ll try to recommend complete ones for the most part, and recent ones, but you know…… some of ‘em are classics. Here are my personnal all-time favorites.

Let’s start ! (in no particular order)

* - awesome

** - extra-awesome

*** - life-changing

1. Constraint, by Harlot. ** One shot, 40k, complete. “Jungkook is young and he is more acquainted with confusion and poor-decision-making than he’d like to admit. Despite being only 19 years old, he sometimes argues that he’s been through and seen some shit. He is never sure where he’s going to end up and he’s not entirely sure what kind of future is waiting for him. He is often not sure of a lot but he is certain—absolutely certain—that he’s not gay.
Alternatively, a story in which Jungkook meets Park Jimin and doesn’t like him whatsoever. There’s just something about him… there’s just so much about him. Jungkook really can’t stand him. In fact, he can’t stand him so much he can’t quite seem to get him off of his mind.
” ((So this one is quite lengthy, i know, but totally worth it ! Jungkook is a real douche in the beginning, but his reactions are so believable and relatable that you forgive him instantly. Great caracterization. Smutty parts in the end.))

2. Loverboy, by gangbang. *** One shot, 9k, complete. “this much jimin’s figured out: sometimes, somehow, his words make people fall in love with him.” ((Okay so this one is my personnal favorite, if I had to chose from all the jikooks fics, and probably all fics of all ships of all times, this would probably win the 1rst place. There’s something about it. Magical realism. Ansgt. Incredible storyline and characterization. A+++))

3. More golden than a golden snitch, by arborescent. ** Series of 3 One shots. 4k for this one, complete. “Everyone knows that the first year Slytherin seeker Jeon Jungkook’s biggest fan is not from his own house but a third year Hufflepuff named Park Jimin.” ((Okay so another old one… but a true classic. This one is a series so be sure to read the 3 of them, aren’t long, but truly amazing. HP au, with a lot of misunderstandings, a tsundere jk, and a fluffy muggleborn jimin. Don’t have to have loved HP to read this.))

4. And back again, by novilunar. * One shot, 3k, complete. “Jimin wishes he could stay away from Jungkook.” ((Ok so this is also an old one BUT i had to link it cause i read it 4 times by now and it is  THE fic that started me into Jikook. Basically, Jimin doesn’t do one night stands, and thats all jk does. Jimin falls. Happy ending. Great writing. Good smutty parts. Love it.))

5. The Bet, by jonghyunslisterine. ** 11 chapters, 46k, complete. “Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester. Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as planned.” ((Okay, another old one, classic, that you probably already read. If not, then  d o   i t. Quite lengthy, but a safe bet. Great great great character development. Jimin is such a complex but lovely being and jk is such a douche but then gets it and it all goes well in the end. The jeonlous is gold. University setting, and jk’s concerns about school are so well written and so relatable. Great one overall.))

6. Flowertalk, by soranosuzu. * One shot, 3k, complete. “Jimin works in a flower shop and Jungkook is a delivery boy who drives a pastel pink van.” ((Tooth rotting fluff. Short and sweet, perfect for when you’re feeling for it.))

7. You’re ripped at every edge (but you’re a masterpiece), bykafeuka. * 3 chapters, 34k, complete.  “Jimin swore there was nothing worst than having Jeon Jungkook as a sergeant.(Or,In which Jimin was forced to enlist in military and he was under the sexgod Sergeant Jeon’s monitoring division and god, Sergeant Jeon really needs to stop being a douchebag)” ((Ok so this one is maybe not an ultimate fave, but it’s only b/c of the end. Overall, it’s great, tho’. Military AU. Sexual tension. JK is sexually frustrated and frustrating. JM is a rich boy. Both characters are douches. Loved the idea.))

8. One upon a time share, by namakemono. * 5 chapters, 32k, complete. “Jungkook is in desperate need of a vacation, but spending two weeks in Namjoon and Hoseok’s timeshare in Okinawa with his recently separated ex of three years was probably (definitely) not what he had in mind.” ((I don’t know why i like the ex trope so much??? anyone with me??? there isn’t enough of those. JK and JM broke up, but their friends are still friends. And want them back together. Oops. Love it.))

7. White T-shirt and Brown Timberlands, by Rose_gold715. ** One shot, 11k, complete. “Jimin is filing for divorce after eight years with Jungkook. He needs to let go, and yet, he wants to hold on a little longer.” ((Aaaaand another ex trope, but not really. Established relationship that doesn’t go well for a while, but happy ending. Original idea. Kinda angsty, and heartbreaking. Loved it.))

8. You’re a hard soul to save with an ocean in the way (but i’ll get around it), by namakemono (great author ok bye). ** One shot, 20k, complete. “Jimin has the whole ocean at his fingertips, but for some reason he can’t help but look up to where the humans are, and wonder what it’s like to be part of their world.(or: the Little Mermaid AU that no one asked for)” ((Ok so now move on to something a lil’ fluffier. I DID NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I WANTED A LITTLE MERMAID AU. But i did. Jimin w/ red hair. Rich boy JK that has to take care of him. Funny and cute. A little jowel of a fic.))

9. You Don’t Bring Me Flour, by superbroc. * One shot, 3k, complete. “In order to graduate, Park Jimin must convince cute grocery cashier Jeon Jungkook that this sack of flour is his beloved child.” ((Soooo funny. Happy and fluffy. Great when you’re in the mood for something lighter.))

10. Let’s play for keeps, bykaythebest. * One shot, 4k, complete. “Jimin plays games for the entertainment of the Internet. Poorly. In fact, his entire schtick seems to be entirely based on how terrible he is. JimJams tries. He rarely succeeds.” ((Youtuber AU. Funny. A lot of Pining. What’s there more to ask.))

11. A touch of sin, by pettey. *** 10 chapters, 102k, complete. “After his transfer to a quiet seaside town, Jeongguk was prepared to face a year of uneventful CID work, but found himself dealing with a series of strange murders instead.” ((ULTIMATE FAVE OF THE MOMENT. Last fic I actually read, yesterday, in the middle of the night. Terrible idea, ‘cause it’s so spooky. I’m not a fan of gore, so i was scared when i read the hashtags, but really there isn’t that much, and it’s so well written that you barely notice it. The story is so well written and plot-driven. It could litteraly be a book. The universe is so intriguing. Ghosts. Witchcraft. JK is a cop, JM is a witch, sorta. Weird murders happen, JM is suspected. Sexual tension. So soooo much sexual tension. Characters are amazingly written. Slowbuilt. The end is bittersweet, if you don’t like much of happy endings, you’ll love it, if you only like happy endings (like me), you’ll love it too. Also there’s smut. And amazing song recommandations.))

12. Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin, by decompositionbooks. ** 6 chapters, 34k, complete. “The world didn’t think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin’s handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.” ((You kids are so lucky to be able to read this fic in one go. I had to wait for every chapter. E v e r y   o n e. I know not all are fans of ABO dynamics, but try this one, please. It’s so good. Jimin is hilarious. Jungkook is emotionally constipated. Sexual tension. Jealousy. Great writing. A+))

13. Leave Your Mark, by snarcsics. *** 3/10 chapters, 49k, not completed. “The first time Jimin meets a gaunt, small beta boy named Jungkook in the examination room of Namjoon’s lab, he can’t seem to take his eyes off him. The second time he sees Jungkook it’s because he refuses to eat without him. The third time they meet, Jungkook is more teeth and claws than Jimin can handle.” ((OK SO I KNOW THIS FIC IS NOT COMPLETED. BUT LISTEN it’s worth it. Ohhh so worth it. Plus the author tends to finish all of her fics. Superd kind, replies to all comments. This fic is the beginning of a masterpiece. Not like any ABO. The plot is so great. The characterization is A+++. So much tension. So intriguing. JM is an omega. JK is a beta that will become an alpha artificially cause they are extinct. It doesn’t go so well. Please read it. Trust me on this one. You won’t regret it.))

So this is all of my ultimate favorite fics! I still have plenty I would like to recommend, but I figured too long posts annoy everyone. Tell me if you liked this list and if you would like me to do some others :) I was thinking about doing thematics ones, like fluffy, smutty, angsty… Tell me if that would be something you’d like! 

If you have any fics to recommend me, please please please do so!

This fandom is great. This ship is great. Don’t forget to comment on the stories you read to encourage these fabulous authors!

Thank you for reading!

I just finished reading “Cosette” The Sequel to Les Miserables” by Laura Kalpakian. For those who do not know, this book is basically a 650-page (kinda shitty) fanfic that somehow was published as a real, purchasable book sometime in the 1990′s. Here are some of my favorite moments:

  • A quote from Javert: “Republican scum like you can’t overthrow the king of France. One day more and you’ll piss blood. I’ll meet you in hell.”
  • A quote from Valjean: “She is seventeen, too young to be in love. She is a child. This Marius, he is nothing to her. She wanted a puppy once and I said no and she got over it.”
  • Enjolras scrambles to the top of the barricade and just….screams SHIT!
  • For some reason in the whole barricade part in the beginning Combeferre is the ami that gets the most attention
  • The only amis that are mentioned are: Combeferre, Enjolras, Feuilly, and Courfeyrac. The only ami that gets mentioned beyond the 1832 barricade section is Feuilly because of the whole “vivent les peuples!” thing written on the wall of the Musain. Which, btw, the author always writes as “vive les peuples!”
  • Actually the author made up some OCs in the barricade section so there could be some barricade survivors for Marius and Cosette to interact with later in the book
  • “You will hang by your cock in hell.”
  • For some reason whenever Jean Valjean is mentioned in the first portion of the book, he is described as having large, powerful hands
  • Cosette had no sex education and so on her wedding night she asked Marius to teach her. And he just gestures to her boobs and says “this is a nipple.” It is the only thing he vocally says to her and then he is kissing her boobs and they go at it. I kid you not this is the big amazing wedding sex scene and the most notable line is “this is a nipple”
  • Remember the whole absolutely no sex education thing? Well they somehow have amazing sex all night long regardless
  • Azelma is the main antagonist in the book. Also she is ALWAYS referred to as Zelma. I don’t know where the A went. It’s gone forever I guess.
  • A quote from Thenardier: “I am one of those holy men. I can walk in shit, sit in shit, sleep in shit, eat shit, drink shit, and still my turds come out in perfect golden bricks.”
  • Marius regularly goes to prison like it’s a casual thing that happens often which is an inconvenience but you know what are ya gonna do
  • Marius and Cosette raise the biggest asshole of a son there is literally nothing redeeming about him
  • Azelma ‘Zelma’ Thenardier literally fucked Louis-Napoleon and had a child with him.
  • She named the child Eponine.
  • Azelma feels like she needs to take revenge against Cosette for the whole Marius thing and she basically uses her daughter Eponine II to fulfill that, as if ensuring Eponine II is successful will make ghost Eponine happy
  • Speaking of Eponine II there is an entire subplot where Azelma manages to force the son of Cosette and Marius to marry Eponine II……because she felt that her sister Eponine should have married Marius…… like, by marrying her daughter Eponine to a Pontmercy she’s fulfilling some kind of lost destiny shit. And also taking revenge against Cosette. Azelma is really freaky in this okay
  • Cosette disguises herself as an old beggar due to a mixture of political and economic reasons and calls herself “the plumed lark” when she is in her disguise. Weirdest superhero ever amiright
  • Marius sneaks out of prison dressed up as the plumed lark

i am not fucking with you. “this is a nipple” is probably the most iconic part of the book

for you

pairing: jeon jungkook and park jimin; jikook
genre: fluff, canon universe, inspired by jikook’s cover of we don’t talk anymore (lmao)
a/n: hello, it’s ur non au #1 enthusiast!!
im here again bc, truly, how couldn’t i when jikook can’t stop spoiling the shit out of us lmao (we’re so blessed)
anyway special thanks to my baby angel meariie aka @c-cygnus for reading this beforehand and hyping the hell out of me, i lov u!!
i hope y'all enjoy <3
summary: Jimin is insecure, but Jungkook is more than willing to convince the boy to record a cover with him.
crossposted on ao3

“Jungkook, no. I already said I’m going to do a dance cover! Jesus…” Jimin emphasizes for probably the 10th time. Not that it was anyhow useful, Jeon Jungkook had practice on being the embodiment of stubbornness after living years with six guys way too soft for him.

“Hyung, please, I’m begging you!” The younger pulls out his best shinning (read: imploring) eyes, because he knows how to play dirty. However, Jimin doesn’t spare him a glance. He is aware of how big of a traitor his heart is – he has experienced one too many times in which a quick look at Jungkook’s stupidly adorable face made him crumble instantly

“No.” he repeats, turning away and focusing harder on his phone’s screen. As if it’d be that easy.

Jungkook clings on his arm, pulling him closer and burying his face on the back of his neck. Jimin takes a moment to close his eyes and breath as deeply as he can, his stomach already showing the symptoms of Jeon Jungkook’s virus on his system.

But hyung…” he whines.

“Jungkook-ah, please.” Jimin turns around, holding the boy’s shoulder so he can’t look away. He might give in, if he does. “I don’t want to.”

Jungkook stares at him, before taking a step back away from his hold – a hurt frown starting to mold on his features.

“Why not?” he asks, genuinely confused and Jimin wants nothing more than to punch himself on the face, because he knows how the younger is going to react if he shares the real reason with him – and he is so not on the mood for drama and psychological advice on self steem.

“I just don’t.” he lies and swifts his gaze, Jungkook’s eyes piercing through him and making his throat kind of tighten in a way he doesn’t really enjoy. “Ask Tae or Jin-hyung, I’m sure they’ll be happy to help.”

Jimin waits for a response, but when the only thing welcoming him is the deafening silence of the hotel room, he spins on his heels prepared to leave, bitting back the disappointment tasting bitter on his tongue.

“Why can’t you understand?!” Jungkook snorts in frustration behind him. When Jimin looks back, the boy has a hand holding onto his bangs and parted lips seeming to try and find the right words to say what he desires to. Their eyes cross and Jungkook’s hand fall by his side, cheeks flushing. “I want to do it with you.”

Jimin almost doesn’t hear the end of the setence above the loud stomping of his heart resounding on his ears. He can feel all the blood rushing out of his face, even though he is sure his heart is doing a pretty good job pumping it into his veins.

How is he supposed to say no to that? It’s so fucking unfair he wants to shove his face onto a pillow and scream.

“Please?” Jungkook silently begs, intensely staring back at him. Jimin breaks the visual contact before his cardiac pace drives him to explosion.

“My voice sucks.” He finally lets out, gulping down the lump on his throat. “And so does my english. It’s going to be ridiculous, everyone’s going to laugh at me.”

Jimin doesn’t find the courage to look Jungkook in the eyes – not even when he scoots closer and grabs his shoulder with one hand, the other being given the task of carefully holding his chin and moving his face until it’s right in front of Jungkook’s.

“Look at me…” the younger pleads when Jimin still refuses to interlock their gazes, bitting on his bottom lip slightly and staring at Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook uses his thumb to caress the skin in the front part of his chin, the edge of his finger faintly reaching the flesh of Jimin’s mouth. However, the boy is still reluctant to look back at him, something between embarrassment and self humiliation catching him in the middle of a internal fight he tries to avoid every single day. So he closes his eyes instead, solemnly focusing on Jungkook’s tender touch and trying to stop the twisting of his stomach from caging his breath into his lungs.

It shows to be an impossible mission, when the next thing Jimin feels is Jungkook’s lips pressed against his cheek, which instantly burn at the touch. He frowns, ready to ask what in the world is he doing, but Jungkook also kisses the frown away from his forehead and it’s being kind of pretty hard for Jimin not to melt. His chest is rosing up and down lightly and as soon as Jungkook’s soft mouth reachs the bridge of his nose, Jimin has already forgotten every single worry in the back of his mind.

He only acknowledge his hands clutching Jungkook’s t-shirt, when the younger’s lips brushes over a sensitive spot on his jawline and he pulls him closer by tugging at the cloth. He feels Jungkook giggling and his cheeks heat up so hard they tingle warmly. The air around him is simultaneously hot and cold, and it makes his nape hair bristle just the slightest.

“How can you say that…” Jungkook’s voice finally surges in between the kisses he places over Jimin’s eyes. Both of them pretend there’s not insanely racing hearts inside their chests trying to knock down their ribcages to reach one another. “I feel so offended right now.” Jungkook pulls back and Jimin somehow finds the strength to open his eyes. “How dare you insult my favorite voice in the world?”

Jimin has to try really hard to keep on standing, since it seems his legs decided to retire from their labor of being legs and are currently trying a part-time job on being jelly.

“Liar.” His voice fails and he hates it. Hates how weak and exposed Jungkook is able to make him feel in a flashing light.

“You’re the only liar here.” The younger mutters, sliding his hand to the back of Jimin’s neck so he can run his fingers through the smaller’s hair. They stare at each other for what it seems to be an eternity, but it’s really just a few seconds. “Sing with me.” Jungkook breaths out, and it’s only when he realizes how close they actually are. It makes him feel funny inside. It’s nerve-wrackingly funny – the way it seems his stomach is playing drum against his belly. “Please, sing with me.” He repeats lower, and hopes Jimin can’t feel how desperate he is to kick short that annoying distance between them.

Yet, it isn’t him who is taking a step forward and gluing their chests together. He tries to remain calm, tries to hold onto the last string of self control he possesses – although, it’s not like Jimin is making it any easier for him.

“Why?” the older whispers and Jungkook almost laughs. The audacity of the little shit.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t, because he is too busy having a cerebral short circuit at the feeling of the tip of Jimin’s nose brushing against his. At the scent of Jimin’s sweet perfurme curling around his lungs.

“Because I love your voice.” He is quick to answer, and he almost startles at how rough his voice become. “And…” Jungkook presses his fingers on Jimin’s nape nervously and gulps down the actual words he wants to say that are scratching at his throat. “Because I don’t want to do it with anyone else.” He hopes it’s enough.

Jimin smiles – the sweetest smile Jungkook has ever seen landing on those lips and his heart tugs and hurts.

The smaller boy represses his smile, pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes, looking to the side as he pretends to think hard. It’s the cutest thing in the whole world.

“With one condition.” He shows his index finger in front of Jungkook’s face before holding on his tshirt again.

Jungkook chuckles, and it sounds so stupidly in love he could be embarrassed if he wasn’t, well, stupidly in love.

“And what is that?”

Jimin’s smile slowly fades in tune with the reddening of his cheeks.

“Kiss me.” He whispers in the quiet.

And then it seems as if the longest silence settles in between them, hanging in their bated breaths and crawling inside their lungs with freezing fingers. Jungkook stares down at Jimin with mild shock in the surface of his eyes and a slightly gaping mouth, which has Jimin wanting to turn around and run all the way back to his room. He instantly regrets the words and his fingers twitch around the white t-shirt’s fabric in nervousness. He opens his mouth to manage out an apology, but is stopped when Jungkook abruptly slides his hands to both sides of his face and catches his bottom lip into his mouth, pressing their lips so hard Jimin has to step backwards two times to keep his balance.

He moans in surprise, grabbing at Jungkook’s waist and squeezing the flesh under his fingers in need to feel it’s truly real. The younger parts his mouth and swipes his tongue over Jimin’s lip, smiling as the other instantly gives in; as he melts over the way Jungkook firmly holds onto his neck and scratches his nails at the base of his nape.

It’s insane, how Jimin manages to overwhelm him with a simple kiss, how Jungkook feels so fucking driven to the edge with a mere touch. But he’s long past the phase when these questions insistently hovered his mind and held him back from giving in, scared he’d fall too deeply.

Because, truly, how naive of him to ever think there was a way he couldn’t mercilessly fall for Park Jimin.

anonymous asked:

Bellarke: actors in a soap opera with so many plot holes and things that could never happen realistically

thanks for the prompt, I hope you enjoy!! ao3

“How dare you.”

Bellamy looks up with a grin as his dressing room door crashes loudly against the wall. “I see you’ve read the script.”

Clarke falls across his couch like a swooning southern belle, one hand to her forehead.

“After all we’ve been through, Bellamy. I can’t believe you would father one of my own sister’s twins.”

“Just one of the twins,” he points out, spinning his chair to face her. “Because that’s biologically possible.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” she sniffs, but her expression cracks into a smile when she looks over at him.

This is why Clarke is his favorite person on set. She, somehow unlike the rest of their cast, is aware of just how ridiculous their show actually is.

Which is part of why he likes it, honestly. He got into acting because there didn’t seem like much of a downside– if he didn’t get regular work, it was something he could fit around his patchwork schedule of minimum wage positions, and if he did get something more steady, it seemed like it would pay a lot more than Starbucks.

He never set out to be a serious actor, hence why he had no reservations about going out for any job, from voicing a squirrel in a Geico commercial to, yes, soap operas. He took the job because it gave him enough hours to get health insurance from the SAG. But ask him why he looks forward to going in to work every day, and he’d have to try really hard not to mention Clarke Griffin.

“Really?” He asks now, propping his feet up on her thigh. “It wouldn’t be worse if I was the father of both her twins?”

“You slept with her even after I saved your life.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten hypothermia if you hadn’t pushed me down that well in the first place!”

“I was possessed by my dead lover’s ghost,” she says, fighting a smile. “It was really traumatic for me.”

“For you,” he mutters. “Which one of us had to spend six hours in cold water?”

“I thought it was twelve.”

“I’m not talking about Antonio. I’m talking about me, Bellamy. They couldn’t even make it warm water?”

“They were going for realism,” she says, patting his ankle patronizingly.

“Yeah, realism is really important to this show,” he snorts. “Realistically, I doubt I would have taken my shirt off if I was hypothermic.”

“It was wet, it wasn’t keeping you warm,” Clarke points out, finally letting herself smile. “Besides, if you’re going to die, might as well go out looking hot.”

“Oh, you think I’m hot?” He teases, nudging her in her most ticklish spot with his foot.

She yelps and swats at it. “You were shirtless and ripped and wet. Yeah, I think that’ll do it for me.”

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Midoriya, Bakugou, & Todoroki Headcanons

Headcanons that no one asked for!

Next up is Uraraka, Tsuyu, & Momo!


Midoriya Izuku

  1. Really likes sweets but gave them up to focus on his physical advancement
  2. Is The Master™ of the perfect blanket burrito
  3. Has excessive knowledge of the United States because he wanted to know exactly what All Might’s special moves were named after
  4. Had an Eraserhead phase when he was a kid & consequently has Eraserhead neck bandages/bindings & goggles, both of which he has in a box in his closet along with a rare Eraserhead poster
  5. Aizawa knows about said box because of the dorms & secretly put one of his spare pairs of goggles in there & is waiting for the day when Izuku opens the box so he can deny putting them there & see what Izuku says
  6. Wants a rabbit so bad, like gosh golly gee, give this little baby a rabbit
  7. Is very worried about his mother but doesn’t want to make her worried that he’s worried, he calls this the Worry Cycle
  8. He actually really likes drawing. He’s drawn costume ideas for his classmates, animals he finds interesting, & so much All Might
  9. Doodles his classmates during class when he’s not taking notes, usually whenever he hears them answer a question 
  10. Has bunch of little angry Bakugous cuz he’ll doodle him whenever he grumbles 
  11. Bakugou is who he’s best at drawing because he grumbles so much

Bakugou Katsuki

  1. Will bite KitKat bars as a whole when he’s pissed instead of breaking them then eating them like a civilized human being, but only when he’s mad
  2. Likes to look people dead in the eyes & eat them like that sometimes because he knows it makes them uncomfortable
  3. Secretly really likes animals because they like him, calm him down when he’s upset, & keep him from feeling alone & unloved
  4. He likes dogs because of their energy but he loves cats because of how sassy but sweet they are
  5. Has been known to stop on his way home from school if he sees a cat & has intense staredowns with them
  6. Will pet them regardless of if he wins or loses said staring contest
  7. Cooking is his stress reliever
  8. His counters are covered in sweets during exam week 
  9. He can’t eat all the sweets he makes so sometimes he’ll go on super covert missions to leave them outside of his classmates’ dorm rooms
  10. Hums the Mission Impossible theme while on his covert ops
  11. Saw Todoroki get teary-eyed when he left a small cake outside his dorm one time so he makes a point to always leave something for Shouto when he’s got extras

Todoroki Shouto

  1. Is really self-conscious about his smile & laugh
  2. Doesn’t understand why people are intimidated by him? Like ??? He’s just doing his best???
  3. Has considered dying his hair all white or at least dying his red something else
  4. He is very sentimental
  5. Receiving home cooked food is an honor to him because he recognizes the effort & care put into said food
  6. Another reason homemade food is so dear to him is that it always reminds him of his mother
  7. Sitting down to eat surrounded by those he cares about never fails to put him in an amazing mood
  8. Give this precious boy a good luck charm & he will protect it with his life, remember it always, & somehow return it in better condition than he received it in
  9. Has a bunch of old tubes of scar cream that he doesn’t use anymore because he’s accepted that his scar, like his red hair & blue eye, are part of who he is
  10. Knows origami & not just like the simple stuff, this boy is advanced
  11. Likes movies that are so bad they’re good, The Room is one of his absolute favorites & he can quote it


anonymous asked:

I feel like we're beating up the Host too much. Let's give this poor boy a bunch of positive headcanons or something

You come into my inbox?? And ask for happy host hc??? Yeah sure

The Host actually has three cats: a silver one, a really fat black one, and a really loud orange tabby. They were gifts from Wilford, Dr. Iplier, and Google. I’ll let you guess who gave him which cat.

He plays a lot of chess with Dark, who always loses.

Anytime a musical comes on, he sings along (of course, he has Mark’s beautiful siren voice) and somehow manages to do all the parts at once. His favorite is probably Into the Woods.

Dr. Iplier gives him a lollipop after every checkup and gives him soothing back massages

Can recite Les Miserables from memory and does so, often. It’s Google’s fave story.

Let’s Yandere play with his hair, usually ends up with lil butterfly clips in it.

Bim always invites him to ice cream night and saves the rocky road for them to share because they’re the only ones who like it

(Oh my god this was therapeutic)

Brother!Kang Daniel

So basically being this fluff ball’s sister would include:

  • he would be your best friend
  • you could tell him every little secret and he would always keep it
  • but sometimes he would tease you about it when you two are alone 
  • if you got upset and he realizes he crossed the line he would be quick to apologize and probably get a small gift 
  • like a chocolate, your favorite ice-cream, a plushie or a key-chain that reminded him of you
  • if you tell him about a crush you got, he would be super supportive and maybe try to talk to the guy for you 
  • but before that he would make sure the guy is good and he won’t break your heart 
  • thinks you’re so adorable and lovable, so he would nickname you something super cute 
  • like “bubbles”, “pumpkin”, “cutie patootie”, “kiddo”, “mini-daniel”
  • would most likely introduce you to his friends, even if he won’t allow you to hang out with them often 
  • if you were complaining how you don’t have a boyfriend he would introduce you to Seungwoo 
  • and you’d be like “um no thanks, he’s like me second brother. but he is also kind of cute” 
  • a super chill brother
  • you two wouldn’t really fight, but I think he would like teasing you most of the time 
  • and make lots of jokes or harmless pranks 
  • he would be the type of brother that helps you sneak out of the house on a school day so you could go to that party you’ve been dying to 
  • “i got your back, don’t worry” 
  • “thanks oppa”
  • “don’t forget to call me if something happens, i will wait for you to come home”
  • he would be really protective of you though 
  • as in “no one messes with my baby sister except for me”
  • he would be super proud of you no matter what 
  • i feel like he wouldn’t tell you often how much he loves you or cares about you only at special occasions 
  • like when he became first in produce 101 and you would congratulate him afterwards
  • “good job daniel, i’m so proud of you”
  • “thanks pumpkin, i missed you a lot” 
  • “yeah, there was no one to annoy at home”
  • “aww i knew you loved me”
  • would always ask you to cook for him or bring him lunch when he is practicing cause he is super lazy 
  • all his friends love you though and often ask Daniel about you
  • so supportive of you and your dreams
  • like if you also wanted to become a singer and you failed an audition he would wait for you with your favorite food and cookies and ice-cream and your favorite movie 
  • and he’d be like “those people are just blind for not recognizing your talent”
  • would give you lots of hugs and always ruffling your hair or pinching your cheeks
  • “aww, my little baby you grew up so much ever since I saw you last time” 
  • “Daniel it hurts, stop doing that” 
  • and he stops, but does it again one minute later cause you’re too cute 
  • you would be quite popular as his sister and even if you didn’t tell people the famous Kang Daniel was your brother, they somehow find out 
  • the annoying part is all these girls trying to get close to him through you and it’s really annoying 
  • so you would complain to him and he’d just shrug his shoulders 
  • “ignore them, i can’t help the fact i’m iressistible”
  • “ew Daniel that’s gross”
  • “Ew DaNiEl ThAt’S gRoSs”
  • and you would start playing fighting which transforms into a tickle war 
  • you two would play video games together all the time and often spend the nights playing either League of Legends or Overwatch 
  • and Seungwoo would be there too cause he is all the time staying over at your house
  • and he would low-key flirt with you and hold your hand as Daniel makes puking sounds in the background
  • “get a room yo” 
  • “get a brain yo” 
  • and seungwoo would be like “damn bro she said it” 
  • and you all start laughing 
  • Daniel would be a really good big brother 
  • and even if you were older than him, he would still act like a big brother to you 
  • so sometimes you gotta remind him who is older between the two of you
Read Me - Drarry Bookstore AU

Hi there! Just another one-shot that no one asked for but I still felt like writing because, once again, @theperksofbeingatotalnerd hit a soft spot with her prompt.

Harry had always loved books.  Not like his friend Hermione, whose love for books seemed to rely in a bigger love for knowledge. No, books didn’t call for Harry for the same reason. His love for books relied in the comfort. How a rainy afternoon seemed so much cosier when spent with a soft blanket and a book on his lap, maybe a mug filled with tea to warm the cold fingers that turned every page. He revelled on the stories that made the rest of the world non-existent, stories that allowed him to escape reality once in awhile. Eventually, he came to love the smell of books as well, old or new, as it always reminded him of the many worlds he had lived in and adventures he had in his own couch. Even the feel of a hardcover in his hand and wrinkled pages between his fingers were enough to soothe him.

It was only natural he would end up working in a bookshop. And, for all his friends exasperation, he liked his job. He wouldn’t change it for anything. Even if it meant he passed his days placing books in the right places, after the customers left them all around, or trying to find a book someone didn’t know how to describe and dealing with nasty customers who demanded a discount or cursed him for not having the book they wanted. You would think that Harry James Potter, who always had good grades and finished college filled with other’s expectations, would have wanted more in his life than just spending his days in a bookshop, surrounded by dust and black ink on white paper. But how could he? Everyday he got up, knowing the only thing waiting for him at work was that feeling of comfort, that feeling that he could belong anywhere if he wanted to and maybe help others feel the same.

That’s why, in the day it happened, the dark-haired boy wasn’t expecting anything to be less different than the rest of the year.

He woke up, drove to work and started organizing books as soon as he arrived. It was past lunch time when he heard another customer entering the store, the sound automatically ignored by his brain after so many people coming in and out everyday. He simply continued checking the inventory on the computer, writing down anything that seemed unusual in the little notebook by his side. At this time of the day there were barely any customers, since it was still work hours and the other people had to gain their money somehow. Normally, people who visited the shop were in their break so they didn’t spend much time there, only wandering quickly, eyes barely scanning the shelves. So, it was with a little surprise that Harry raised his eyes from the computer screen when someone cleared his throat in front of him, calling his attention. Surprise, however, would be scarce to describe what he felt at the sight that expected him once he turned to help the person.

Grey eyes met his, making his breath halt imperceptibly and Harry found himself unable to stop his eyes from scanning the face that held such an intense mercury gaze. He wasn’t disappointed. The man was gorgeous. Completely out of a novel, if not better. Blonde, almost platinum, locks framed high cheek bones. A faint pink painted soft looking lips and the jaw reminded him of a book page. Only sharp enough to cut. Harry didn’t dare to spend much more time assessing the man, but from what he saw with a quick glance at the rest of him, the man was slightly taller than him, thin body with a fitness highlighted by the black suit he was wearing, probably Giorgio Armani if the way he held his head high was anything to go by. It was quite rare to see someone so high-end on the shop.

Finally shaking himself out of his reverie, he looked at the man’s eyes again, which held a puzzled look.

“Hi.” Harry said, like he hadn’t been enjoying the view just a few seconds ago “Can I help you?”

The former look was replaced by a business one and the man spoke:

“I’m looking for a book.”

“Well, funnily enough, I gathered as much since you’re in a book shop.” Harry joked before he could stop himself. It didn’t always end up well when he said something before thinking about it.

Oddly, his customer only raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a judging expression if it wasn’t for the amusement that quickly sparked in his eyes.

“Do they pay you to try to be funny as well? Or was that just a poorly executed attempt?”

Harry blinked rapidly, taken aback by the snarky response. He really ought to keep his mouth shut sometimes. It was his time to clear his throat.

“Hm, no, sorry. What book are you looking for?” He asked, eyes cast down and a light blush staining his cheeks.

He could hear the smirk shaping the blonde man’s lips when he answered.

“Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë.”

Harry’s head snapped up, once again staring at the man in disbelief. He definitely wasn’t expecting that. With all his fancy looks, Harry would have said his customer was looking for some book filled with boring economics and tedious statistics.

“I believe we still have a copy. If you’d follow me, please.” He said, cursing himself for the babbling and staring. He forced himself to relax and started to make his way around the counter to the back of the store.

“Of course.” Came the reply behind him. Somehow, his voice seemed huskier. Harry chose to ignore it.

Once they arrived at the shelf Harry knew the book was in, he immediately started to run his index fingers through the dozens of covers and titles there, almost caressing them. It was his favorite part of the shop after all. He could feel a pair of grey eyes fixed on him and struggled to say something, anything to diminish the tension between them and the nervousness creeping up on him.

“So, you like english novels?”

“I read them from time to time, among other things. Unfortunately, my last copy was too old and I guessed it was time to get a new one.”

“I never throw away my old books. I can’t.” Harry mused absently, still scanning the shelf. “It makes me feel like-”

“Like you’re throwing away the memory of the first time you read it?” The blonde interrupted.

Harry stopped what he was doing to look at the man, who was now standing beside him, with a slight shocked expression. His mouth opened and closed a few times, not sure what he was supposed to answer. Figuring he probably looked like a fish, he turned back to the job in hand and settled with “Yeah. Exactly. Every book marks me in some way so… I don’t know. It just seems wrong.”

The man made a noncommittal sound, but even if he was going to say something, Harry didn’t give him the chance to. The shorter man turned once again, now holding a book in his hands. He stopped dead in his track, however, surprised by the close proximity of the other. The smell of the spicy cologne started to fog his brain, killing any chance of an eloquent speech.

Long fingers wrapped around the book still held by his stilled one’s, and Harry finally stepped out of the stupor, taking a step back and releasing the book. Somehow, he found his ability to talk.

“Is- Is there anything more that you need?” He stammered, straightening his glasses absently.

The man seemed to consider him for a moment before holding the book under his arm and talk again.

“I don’t suppose you have Alice in the Wonderland?”

“Hmm… I think we do, yes.” Harry beckoned, while wondering why someone reading Emily Brontë would be looking for a children’s book.

They went around the store, reaching the children’s area quickly and Harry grabbed the book, immediately passing it to the man behind him.

“Thank you”

“Anything more?” Harry asked. He tried to ignore the voice inside him begging the blonde to stay a little longer. What the hell was going on with him today?

“No. I think that’s it.”

They walked in silence back to the counter where Harry, trying to disguise the sudden and completely unreasonable disappointment he felt, started to work mechanically and efficiently. After registering Alice in Wonderland he suddenly remembered:

“Is it a present? Do you want me to wrap it?”

“No, there’s no need.” The man said, waving a hand dismissively although never taking his eyes of Harry.

The green-eyed man, on the other hand, looked confused.

“Is there any problem?”

“No, no! I just…” He started before clamping his mouth shut.

“Yes?…” The other prodded, both eyebrows raised in an expectant look.

“I… I was just wondering why someone reading Emily Brontë would read Alice in Wonderland.” Harry explained, finally giving him his books in a bag.

The man tilted his head, a scowl shadowing his features while he accepted the bag.

“Not that is any of your concern, but it’s for my niece. She already knows I’m buying it so there’s really no point in wrapping it.”

Harry ducked his head, ashamed of how unprofessional he had been since the man had arrived. It wasn’t like him at all. He had always prided himself for being respectful and able to stop thoughts from influencing his actions. It seemed, however, that the handsome man in front of him could cloud his better judgement. It was unsettling. Books could be read and Harry would know what was going on. This blonde, on the other hand, was… unreadable. Surprisingly, it fascinated Harry.

“If that’s all?” He continued, a superior expression now painting his face and an indication of the intention to leave clear in his body language.

“Yes. Thank you for coming.” Harry said, no louder than a whisper and still not looking at him.

“My pleasure.” Was the response.

That night, cuddled by his favorite blanket, he found he couldn’t really concentrate in the book on his lap, instead replaying the afternoon’s events over and over again, alternating between cursing himself and remembering the man’s features. Not even the protagonist of the novel he was holding was as beautiful.

The next day, after a good night of sleep, Harry got back to normal. Pricing books, helping people and arranging the books was what he loved to do and the bliss that he felt when surrounded by pages filled with different stories was back. Until…

“What’s your name?”

Harry jumped at the proximity of the voice behind him, dropping the books he held in his arms. Reflexively, he crouched and started to collect the books back into his arms, only then realising… that voice… Someone crouched in front of him and started to help him. When he raised his head, Harry had his fears confirmed.

“Wha- What?” He babbled, yesterday’s lack of eloquence coming back full force.

“Your name. You never told me your name.” The grey-eyed man explained, staring at him expectantly and completely open, a contrast from the coldness of the day before.

“You… hm, you never asked?” It came out sort of a question, Harry still not sure what was happening. He accepted the books handed to him and swiftly got up, the other mirroring his movements.

“Well, I’m asking now.” He smiled, a little shy, but still allowing a brief flash of shining white teeth. Harry wondered how embarrassing would be if he passed out.

“I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” He eventually managed while placing the books safely in a shelf.

“I’m Draco. Draco Malfoy.” The man said and extended his hand.

It only took Harry a second before he clasped their hands together in a light handshake. He wasn’t nearly prepared for the feeling of it. Long fingers wrapped around his hand, cold but somehow warming him inside. The hand fitted his perfectly, and Harry almost mourned for not believing in destiny. He had no idea how long they stayed like that, holding each other’s hands and looking at the other. Harry didn’t know who pulled back first, but all too soon they were stepping back. Letting go of Harry’s hand, thin fingers slid through his palm, a light caress that sent shivers down his spine.

The black-haired man spoke the first thing that came into his mind. Again. He never learnt from his mistakes.

“I’m sorry, but what are you doing here?”

Draco smirked. “Well, I thought you figured that out yesterday. I came to buy a book, of course.” Then, the smirk morphed into a small sheepish smile, eyes cast down. “And maybe I was a little bit of a jerk yesterday, before I left.” He finished.

To say Harry was surprised would be an euphemism.

“You were a bit but I deserved it. I wasn’t being professional.” He rushed to explain, a blush creeping to his cheeks.

“No, it was fine. I’m just not used to talk about myself. I feel like I’m an open book in those moments.”

“You don’t like people to read you, then.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you read me.”

From that day on, Draco would go to the bookshop everyday, at the same hour as the first one. He would always spend minutes and minutes talking to Harry about everything and nothing at all while the black-haired man stayed behind the counter, listening to everything intently. He talked about his work, his niece, favorite films and foods. He let Harry read him. At first, Harry was still taken aback, afraid to say the wrong things as he had the first time they talked. But eventually Draco broke through all his defences, question after question, smile after smile and touch after touch. Harry knew it was nothing special, only a brush of fingers when handing him the new purchased book or how their shoulders would touch sometimes while he searched through the shelves. He still fell for Draco. Hard. He was funny, a bit (ok, maybe a lot) sarcastic, intelligent and caring. He always had a comeback at the tip of his tongue, but so did Harry and they would spend entire conversations teasing the other while still getting to know each other. Draco only won their contests when he would suddenly say something that was really close to flirting. Or maybe Harry just wanted to believe it was although he never let himself to. He would sputter and change topic or admit defeat. He needed to keep reminding himself that the blonde was only there to buy books and decided, in the meantime, to be nice to him.

It was thursday when it happened. Harry had been up until 3am reading, each chapter pulling him more into the story than the other. He knew he should be sleeping but he didn’t seem to find the strength to care. Then, his favorite character died. Which meant he continued to read and read, determined to finish the book that same night. In the end, it was 5am when he finally closed the book and his eyes.

Harry was now regretting his decision, the three hours of sleep he got not nearly enough to get him through the day without a several headache and stinging eyes. He was practically oozing off when Draco arrived.

“Hi there!” Came the loud greeting, making Harry’s head explode in a new wave of pain.

He blinked slowly, his energy not even enough for him to stand up from the bench. He really should have known better. He always needed to sleep more than six hours a day, and even then he took at least a cup of coffee in the morning. He hadn’t have the time today.

Draco must have noticed the bags under his eyes or his lack of energy, because before Harry could say anything, he was already holding his face with a hand, a concerned look in his eyes.

“You look like shit, Harry! Are you ok? Did something happen?” He asked in a rush.

Somehow, the shorter man found the energy to chuckle lightly, shaking his head while rubbing his eyes. Draco’s presence was enough to lighten his day.

“No. Everything’s fine. I’m just a really stupid person.” He assured, still amused.

The blonde didn’t seem convinced at all, scowling at him, an expression Harry had grown used to by now.

“Why does it seem like you haven’t slept then?” He pressured, both hands now in the counter as he leaned to him.

“Because I haven’t. I was reading until late.” He didn’t know why he was telling Draco, but it felt right. “Normally, it wouldn’t be this bad, but I didn’t get the chance to drink my coffee in the morning and my shift only ends at 4pm.”

He considered him for a moment, as if trying to find if it was a lie or if he was telling the truth. He settled on truth.

“How can someone be that stupid?” Draco scolded.

“My favorite character died, ok? Please, have some respect.” Harry said, a smile still playing on his lips.

“So, because your favorite character died you try to kill yourself from tiredness? Can you imagine the alarming mortality rate if everyone was as idiot as you?”

Harry laughed, knowing Draco was right.

“That’s it.” He said abruptly “I’m picking you up at four and taking you out for coffee.”

Without another word, he turned and padded out of the shop leaving behind a dumbfounded but smiling Harry. It took him almost an hour to realise Draco hadn’t bought any book.

When his shift ended almost every fatigue was gone, replaced by nervousness. He was waiting for Draco outside, jacket folded in his arm and bag on his shoulder, balancing softly has Harry shifted his weight from leg to leg. He felt him more than saw him, immediately snapping his head to see the gorgeous man approaching him.

“Ready?” He asked once he neared him, taking the bag from Harry’s shoulder and placing it in his.

“Hey! I can take that!”

Draco dodge the hand that tried to grab the bag and started to walk in front of him. “After your coffee, yes, you can”. He said over his shoulder, not even glancing back.

“You know, it really doesn’t match your suit.” Harry tried once he was able to fall in step with him.

Draco faltered a step and Harry smirked to himself. Straightening up, the blonde continued as if nothing had happened. “It’s a blow in my style that I’m willing to take.” He assured nonchalantly. Harry figured there was nothing he could say that would convince Draco then.

The nearest Starbucks was only a few minutes away and they spent them mostly in silence. When they arrived they found a table and Draco instructed him to sit before asking what he was having. Harry tried to insist he could pay but Draco was having none of it. They both settled by strong cappuccinos. Once Draco was back with the drinks they talked as if they were in the bookshop like a normal day and mercifully, the man didn’t mention Harry’s stupidity again. They somehow started talking about Harry’s university and, later, his choice of work.  

“And how did a man like you, intelligent and full of life, ended up working in that shop?” Draco asked, chin resting in his hand and real curiosity lighting his eyes.

Harry played a little with the spoon inside his half-finished cappuccino, thinking how he could explain something not even his closest friends ever understood. He sighed, not meeting the grey eyes that studied him.

“I love books for as long as I can remember. They always had an important role in my life and shaping me. Sometimes they seemed to be the only thing that could help me get through hard times. It only made sense that I would spend my days working in a place filled with something that brings me so much comfort and happiness.”

Draco was quiet for a few moments, assessing him or his answer. Harry wasn’t sure. Eventually, he spoke again.

“But why do you love books so much? You talk about them and touch them with such reverence.”

Stunned by how much he had let on during the last few days, it took him some seconds before he raised his green eyes from the table and smiled easily at the man in front of him.

“I can live in any world when I read. I guess that might be the biggest reason.”

“And what’s your favorite world so far?”

“The one where an handsome man with grey eyes and blonde hair takes me out for coffee.”

If it wasn’t for the soft gasp that followed his words, Harry wouldn’t have even realised that he spoke them. They were supposed to be kept in the solitude of his mind. But they didn’t. And now Draco knew. He didn’t wait to see his reaction. He didn’t wait for the answer. Eyes wide and mouth clamped shut, he gathered his belongings as fast as he could, blurting out an “I’m so sorry” before fleeing.

Next day, Harry was doing everything in his power to not think how he managed to screw things up so much. His struggles were revealing themselves to be useless, as he already missed Draco and it wasn’t even lunch time. There was no point anyway. He would never show up.

That’s why, a few minutes past midday, Harry didn’t hear the door open or the steps approaching him. He only noticed it when it was too late to hide, which meant he now had a sympathetic smiling Draco looking down at him.

“Oh, no.” He groaned to himself, hiding his face in his hands. “Please be a dream. My mortification was enough yesterday”

“Sorry, not a dream, Harry.” He says, chuckling almost soundlessly.

The black-haired man, with no other option but resigning to another moment of embarrassment, sighs heavily before looking up and asking:

“What are you looking for?”

Harry was about to get up, ready to fetch whatever book the blonde wanted and be done with it, when the response came.

“I think that I found what I was looking for a few days ago, as soon as I entered here.”

“But… you only got Wuthering Heights after you talked to…” His eyes widened, realisation coming into him.

Draco looked at him sheepishly through his eyelashes, not quite being able to meet his green eyes, fingers playing nervously with the hem of his shirt. “Is there anyway I could try and make your new favorite world be one where a really nervous man with grey eyes and blonde hair takes you out for lunch?”.

Harry found, as the next days came, that his new favorite world was any where Draco was next to him. And, he might not be able to read so many books with his time occupied by a certain no-longer-nervous man, but it was ok. Because suddenly, books weren’t the thing that gave him the most comfort. Draco was.

LuffyxNami interactions part 13

Just want to say that this is one of my favorite arcs regarding Luffy and Nami..

128) Luffy(and the others) react to Nami getting sick. He’s extremely happy seeing her sit up. Poor simpleminded Luffy….

129) Nami explains the situation of Vivi’s homeland to Luffy. He understands.

130) Luffy asks if Nami got better again, but this time he doesn’t seem so sure.

131) Checking Nami’s head. This scene was somehow cute to me.

132) Luffy basically says that they will absolutely not go to Alabasta untill Nami gets to a doctor.

133) Luffy looks distressed now and tries to find a way to help Nami. (I don’t like how Sanji and Vivi kicked him here, but oh well)

134) Everyone is asleep in Nami’s room. The focus of perspective is on Luffy. This will be relevant later.

135) Luffy hears about the island and desperately wants to go check it out, it’s his nature afterall, yet he stays by Nami’s side untill Zoro assures him that he can go.

136) Luffy wakes up Nami to tell her he’s gonna carry her up the Drum rock. I like how he seems to gently pat her face with his fingertips, instead of actually slapping it as it was portrayed in the anime. You can’t see the movement lines of his hand as it would be if he’d be slapping her face.

137) Despite everyone’s objections Nami leaves herself in Luffy’s hands

138) Someone makes a comment that the Navigator is just as crazy as the captain :) Can’t argue with that. And look how distressed Luffy becomes when he hears that dropping her even once can kill her.

139) Luffy tells Nami to hold on tight. She listens.

More will come soon… :)

My personal favorite lyrics from each DEH song

Does anybody have a map: no specific line but Rachel Bay Jones is a Queen and kills it through out the entire show.

Waving through a window:

For Forever:
Basically all of it from when Evan climbs up and then falls out of the tree to the end of the song but mostly
-I’m on the ground
My arm goes numb
I look around
And I see him come to get me
He comes to get me
And everything’s okay

Sincerely me (aka the only song that doesn’t make me want to scream or sob):
-Smoking drugs
-The only man that I love is my dad

-I gave you the world and you threw it away
-Cause when the villains fall the kingdoms never weep
-that YOU WERE NOT THE MONSTER that I knew

If I could tell her:
-He thought you looked really pretty er-
You looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair
-I love youu I LoVe YoUuuuuu I LOVE YOUUUUU

-Make me more that just an abandoned memory
-No one should flicker out
-All you need is for somebody to find you

You will be found:
-Let that lonely feeling wash away
-There’s a place where you don’t have to feel alone
And every time you call out you’re a little less unknown
-When you’re broken on the ground
You will be found

To break in a glove:
-Or you’re just trying to do what’s best for a kid who’s lost control
(This isn’t that emotional of a song but this single phrase breaks my heart every god damn time)

Only us:
-I don’t need you to sell me on reasons to want you
-Try to quiet the noises in your head
We can’t compete with all that
-If you like me for me and nothing else

Good for you
-well I’m sorry you had it rough and I’m sorry I’m not enough
-(JARED!!!!)and if somebody’s in your way crush them and leave them behind
-(EVANNNN) like a train coming off the track cause the rails and my bones all crack I’ve got to find a way to StOp iT sToP It JUST LET ME OOOOOFFF
(this is probably one of my top 5 moments in the show I love Ben platt so much how does he have so much talent)

Words fail: (I have a love hate relationship with this song because it is hands down my favorite song but it makes me sob uncontrollably 10/10 times. The way that Ben platt can be sobbing and still sing so flawlessly wows me to no end)
-I never had that perfect girl who somehow could see the good parts of me
-nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done
-cause if I just believe then I don’t have to see what’s really there
-I’d rather pretend something other than these broken parts, pretend I’m something other than this mess that I am (THIS IS THE LINE THAT GETS ME AGGSGHHKK IM AN EMOTIONAL WRECK)
-how do I step into the sun

So big So small:
-I knew I’d come up short a million different ways
And I did
And I do
And I will
-your mom isn’t going anywhere your mom is staying right here

-today at least you’re you and thats
-we could be alright for forever this way

I live in Phoenix, Arizona and there is a
.0001% chance that I will ever get to see DEH in New York bc I can’t afford to travel across the country, but tbh I would probably drive everyone out of the theater with the amount of crying that would occur if I ever saw the musical on broadway. So I send my love and thanks from a distance. This musical has had such an impact on my life this year. I’ve never connected to something more in my life and sometimes I get so emotional while I’m listening to the sound track that have to take a break for like a week so I can take a rest from crying. Thank you Pasek and Paul. Thank you Steven Levenson. Thank you Ben Platt. Thank you to the rest of the cast for touching my heart so deeply. You have all made me feel so understood and you’re doing so much more for people than you’re probably ever going to be aware of. Thank you all so much.

Inktober Day 17! Inspired by one of my favorite parts of The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater.

They were beautiful in a way that Ronan’s dreams could be, the way Cabeswater could be, only now he was awake. Somehow, without Ronan marking the moment, the schism between his waking life and dreaming life had begun to narrow.


Word count: 1700-ish

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warning: None really, just excessive fluff.

A/N: This is written for Kari’s 5K Follower Celebration. The beautiful aesthetic is by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. Congratulations Kari!! You know I love you ;) I hope I did justice to the request :)

Shout to my wonderful beta, @sdavid09 for being so awesome. You are a life-saver and I really can’t thank you enough for making me feel good about my writing. *Thanks gods everyday for you*

“Where are we going Dean?” You asked the green eyed man sitting next to you.

“I told you it’s a surprise,” Dean winked.

How? How in the name of hell could this man have such a profound effect on you? You had been together for the better part of four years now and you had done all sorts of things with him. But even the smallest winks from him had you red and blushing like a 14 year old schoolgirl before her first crush. It was embarrassingly ridiculous. The worst part? That bastard knew what he did to you. Every time that he as much as looked at you, you were a writhing mess and it only made him smugger.

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March 3, 2005

Lots happening today– Bella and Edward sit together at lunch, and Edward keeps her lemonade bottle cap as a souvenir:

Much to her disappointment, he tells her he’s going to ditch Biology. Turns out she should have ditched as well, since they’re doing:

and our girl Bella is made sick by the smell of blood. Edward whisks her away from a jealous and angry Mike, who later returns to the nurse’s office hauling an equally sick Lee Stevens– who somehow has blood dripping down his upraised hand towards his wrist.

What exactly did he DO with his lancet to produce that amount of blood??

Edward and Bella flee the nurse’s office. He dazzles Mrs. Cope into signing Bella out of school and irritates Bella into letting him drive her home.

Later that afternoon, there’s one of my favorite parts of Midnight Sun: Edward is working on Bella’s lullaby at the piano and is joined by Esme and Alice. There’s a sweet interaction between Edward and Esme, and Alice sings, helping him with the composition. They play a song together:

and Edward dramatically plays Chopsticks and the whole thing is just a charming piece of family life. I love all the bits that show how the Cullens really live and interact, but this is one of my favorites.

Of course, Edward ruins the mood a page or two later by freaking out about Peter and Charlotte coming to visit. I guess he couldn’t be relaxed forever. ;)


Ankyou Week: Day 2 – AU

I’m excited about Ultra Sun & Moon, and so why not combine two of my favorite series? I suppose this is more of a “crossover”, but the Pokemon world is definitely an entire universe of its own.  Besides, Karasuma’s love of dogs is hardly touched upon in the fandom, and he’d totally have a party full of dogs, including a shiny somehow. If you’re wondering why the TakaHana pair isn’t part of Team Skull, it’s because I’m solidly in the Team Rocket camp. They have the best mottoes, after all :P

I really like how the Takahana pair and the three Rockruff in the front turned out so I made close-ups of them ^_^ 

Unedited : Calum AU

Description: I feel like Calum’s been hella artistic lately so enjoy some quick photographer!Calum

Word Count: 985

A long shower greets you as you and Calum return from your evening ocean side walk. Calum, being the dedicated photographer that he is, couldn’t resist the particularly colorful sunset that painted tonight’s sky, and insisted that you join him on his quest to capture new material for his landscape portfolio. You obliged enthusiastically, always honored to watch Calum at work. He has such an eye for photogenic moments, many of them framed and hung around the walls of the home you two have enjoyed personalizing over the years. You never tire of walking into a room covered in his artistic talents, and you don’t think you ever will.

After your shower you expect to find Calum waiting for you, warming up the sheets of your bed, but he’s not there when you walk in. You dress in your favorite t-shirt of his and a comfortable pair of cheekies, then wander toward the only other room he might possibly be. It’s not much of a studio, just a bit of open space with a computer desk and a drafting table (because the boy can draw, too), with prints of his pictures yet to be suspended lined up around the floorboards. Sure enough, you find him sat at the desk, his opened laptop holding his complete attention.

The door isn’t closed all the way so you knock softly on the frame, letting your presence be known. With the turn of his head Calum peeks at you, a smile instantly running across his handsome face.

“Come ‘ere, angel,” he says as he leans back in his chair, offering his lap as a seat.

You take a few barefooted steps to meet him, hugging his neck as you sit. One of his strong arms wraps around your waist while the other allows him control of the wireless mouse. The laptop screen displays the pictures from earlier, different shades of yellow and orange being the primary sight. It really was a camera worthy sunset, and you can’t wait to see the masterpieces that Calum has turned it into.

“What do you think?” he asks, scrolling through edited and unedited versions of similar pictures. Flipping through all of them almost acts as a timeline, like you’re watching the sun set all over again.

“They’re really good,” you praise, painfully aware of your bland vocabulary. Calum is better with words as well, something you discovered in an apology letter he left you after one of your first serious fights.

He smiles again and gives your shoulder an innocent kiss, thanking you for the compliment.

“My favorite one’s coming up.”

You watch patiently as he continues to go from photo to photo, each shot somehow impressing you more than the last. It doesn’t take long for the one he was talking about to make its debut appearance, and your heart lurches when you see it.

It slipped your mind that there was a moment when Calum attempted to sneak you into frame while you weren’t paying attention. You thought you managed to catch on in time before he was able to accomplish a task that you’ve repeatedly told him you want to be no part of, but apparently that wasn’t the case. In front of you is a picture of yourself, a moment before you told Calum to stop pointing his camera at you. In it you’re seemingly reaching for the lens, on a mission to cover it with your palm, but your expression betrays you with a small smirk breaking free of its suppression. Instead of looking into the lens, your gaze is focused slightly above it where Calum’s eyes would be meeting yours. Your skin looks especially bronze as you stand in the direct path of the sun’s setting light, flattering your complexion into looking oddly flawless while highlighting the lighter shades of your hair.  

You lean forward as you’re introduced to the picture, baffled by your own face. You don’t usually like having your picture taken by someone else, Calum included, but this one is something close to a miracle.

“You edited this,” you declare, brushing his hand off of the wireless mouse so you can use it.

“Nope,” Calum says proudly.



“Well I look… weird.”

He curls his other arm around you now that he’s lost his rights to the mouse, takes your free hand in his, and raises it to his lips.

“You look like you’re in love with me,” he says.

His observation awakens the butterflies nesting in your stomach. Another glance at the picture gives you the same impression. The half-smiling face you’re making is one of not only annoyance but acceptance, two emotions that only Calum could make you feel simultaneously.  

“Huh,” you huff, leaning further into Calum’s body, “Camera must be broken.”

He laughs and squeezes you tighter, attacking your neck with take-it-back kisses. You swing your legs over his to make yourself more comfortable on his lap. He runs his fingers down the bare skin of your thigh, raising goosebumps in their path. His mouth gradually works its way toward yours, pressing multiple kisses to the lips he can never seem to get enough of.

The way every thought that doesn’t involve Calum disappears from your mind, leaving you lightheaded and consumed by him, is sufficient evidence to prove your little joke false. As you kiss him you’re reminded of the admiration you felt by the ocean while you witnessed him in action. You can clearly visualize the tip of his tongue protruding his teeth as he analyzes his surroundings for the best scenery, and the cute lines that crease near his right eye when he squints into the view finder. You adore all there is to adore about him: his commitment, his passion, his raw capability, and although you hate being made the subject of his artwork, you know damn well there’s nothing broken about that camera at all.  


anonymous asked:

Have you seen Joe's AOL Interview? At one point he somehow starts speaking in American accent again and suddenly notices and blushes "sorry, don't know where that came from" IT'S SO ADORABLE 😭❤️ imagine that happening when he's with Tay haha 😍

THE CUTEST! My favorite part is how the legend, Steve Martin, didn’t know Joe was British because his American accent was so perfect LOL

A few weeks ago I dreamed I went to see episode 8 and it was literally just a Kylo Ren story, like, Rey and Finn and Poe and Luke weren’t even in the movie at all and the whole thing was about how he was TRYING to be good but Snoke and his evil buddies were MAKING him be evil

Like it was like three hours of Kylo Ren apologism and like, my friends and I were just in the theater dreading tumblr’s response to this ridiculously poorly written movie about how Kylo Ren is just a misunderstood cinnamon roll uwu

Except, like, Kylo wasn’t actually resisting any of the terrible stuff they were making him do, there was a lot of scenes with him Murdering Innocent People With His Lightsaber and just, crying while he did it. Not doing literally anything at all to try and stop, not explaining what would happen if he didn’t do it, just doing horrible things while saying “I don’t like this, I’m sad about this.” There was no actual conflict for him, like, he was just behaving like Kylo Ren always behaves except crying the whole time. It was never explained to the audience why he kept doing it, or even STARTED doing it. He was, in the movie, under no threat or coercion, he was just told to do evil stuff and he was like “okay…” and then he’d do it sadly

My favorite part was a scene of a de-helmeted Kylo sitting with Snoke, Palpatine’s ghost, and a black hooded guy (original founder of the Knights of Ren, which the audience somehow knew in the dream even though this was Not A Character From Any Real Movie) who are all sitting in a red-stone Hell Cave with a backdrop of fire, and he says to them, tears in his eyes, “please….. I don’t want to be evil…… please let me be good………” and they all do that anime laugh and Snoke goes “NO!!” like Delta Airlines yelling at John Mulaney

Kai’s Morning Stuggle (Told By Nya)

He wakes up like an hour before me. He looks like a lion with all his hair all matted up. You want a definition of bed head? Look at my bro when he sits up in the morning. Gets me every time.

He has to take a shower every morning, and that’s what usually wakes me up. He comes out in his underwear and his hair wrapped in a towel like so. Even I don’t wrap my hair in a towel, but apparently it’s important in ‘the process’.

Then he takes over the bathroom for about thirty minutes brushing and blowing out his hair in a methodical order to achieve maximum height. The only reason why we still have the scrunchies I wore as a kid is so he can part his hair into different section and brush each section out. Yeah, it disgusts me too.

This is my favorite part. After brushing and gelling and hair-spraying the body of his hair, there’s a funny moment when his bangs aren’t styled so they look like mine. He sometimes comes out and mocks me with his bangs which cracks me up. I think he actually looks pretty sick with bangs like that, but he would strongly disagree.

After about an hour of hard work and styling, the dude gets his hair done. Each piece of hair has to be in its rightful place, according to him. Same style everyday, and somehow it survives the ninja hood. There’s so much gel in there it literally springs back into place. Me? Well by them time he’s at this stage I roll out of bed and grab my ponytail holder and viola. I’m done.

He calls it 'the process.’ I don’t know how he does it, but he does it every morning. And don’t ever tell him I said this…but I think his hair would look a lot better in a bun like Cole’s. But you didn’t hear that from me.