jeon jungkook throughout the years; happy birthday baby bun! No exact word could describe how beautiful you are, but thank you for all the hard work you had given to the team. Keep working hard, let the whole world know about your amazing voice and your countless talents. Smile when you’re happy, and cry when you’re sad. Don’t give up on your dreams and keep going. Swim across the ocean of ups and downs. I love you, golden maknae. ♥


the unabridged journals of sylvia plath’s favorite quotes
“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.”


i’ve been trying to post a drawing every day so…here’s some lineless practice with allura holding… molten steel? a star? you decide.

concept: silly fluffy sheith h/cs that are 100% sweet and pain-free…like give me shiro picking keith up & twirling him around until they’re both breathless w/ laughter (but only when they’re alone bc shiro knows it embarasses keith and he is a Good Boyfriend who won’t put his man in uncomfortable situations)…keith surprise-tackling shiro from behind & kissing him until he m e l t s…pre-kerberos sheith where they glance @ eachother during drills & assemblies & classes & have to stifle giggles @ the other’s expression…sheith sharing terrible inside jokes & cracking up while everyone else just looks @ the camera like in the office bc they’re #done w/ their shit…sheith during their first time being all awkward and flustered dorks bc they w o r s h i p eachother and want everything to be 150% perfect (it isn’t in the end but they whisper lots of dumb sappy things and do their best which is what counts)…fuckign give me all that sappy sheith goop…i want it all…keep ur angst if u want…i don’t mind…

lecinemaestunart-lesmotsque  asked:

Hi, I'm in need of good Drarry fics right now and, as I like your recs in general, I really (really) would love to know which Drarry fics are your absolute favorite ones.

YESS. Thank you, it’d be my pleasure! These are in order. Kind of.

• Turn, by Sara’s Girl (306k)
One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Reparations, by Sara’s Girl (87k)
Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

He Who Must Not Be Normal, by lettered (40k)
Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t. Instead it has Indian takeaway and a blue jumper and people wanting a whole lot of what they can’t have, discovering themselves as they discover each other.

Tempus Fugit, by Poison Pen (93k)
A monumental cock-up in Potions means that Harry and Draco have more to contend with than mutual enmity. A journey of discovery, self-reflection and love.

The Light More Beautiful, by firethesound (81k)
Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.

The Way Down, by lettered (65k)
Harry is overwhelmed by his own power and fame and angst, so he’s become a hermit. Draco Malfoy is tired of the melodrama.

Chaos Theory, by Tessa Crowley (102k)
Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy’s life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn’t.

All Life is Yours to Miss, by Sara’s Girl (114k)
Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

Nightcall, by femmequixotic & noeon (116k)
A hideously mauled corpse is found sprawled across the paving stones of Brick Lane in the East End of London. Inspector Harry Potter–widely believed to be the lead candidate for next Deputy Head Auror–is called in to investigate a possible magical crime. To make matters worse, his occasional lover and former school-nemesis, Viscount Draco Malfoy, now billing himself as a consulting criminologist, shows up at the crime scene to aid in the investigation of the suspicious death.

Running on Air, by eleventy7 (74k)
Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

A Thousand Beautiful Things, by geoviki (104k)
Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.

Unhook the Stars, by jad (72k)
“Love is like a Rubix Cube: there are countless wrong twists and turns, but once you get it right, it’s perfect no matter how you look at it.” Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven’t learned how to communicate like normal people — with words.

Right Hand Red, by lumosed_quill (73k)
Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.

Only For The Lucky, by SunseticMonster (63k)
Things seem to be going well for Draco Malfoy after the war. He’s working as a professor at Hogwarts and makes the papers all the time for his charitable contribution to Muggle causes. But when Malfoy is rushed into St Mungos hospital for a psychotic break, Healer Harry Potter realizes that Malfoy’s success is not all what it seems and sometimes luck can have more than one meaning.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire, by waspabi (57k)
Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Secrets, by Vorabiza (411k)
Beginning with Draco’s unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry’s summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side.

Little Red Courgette, by blamebrampton (31k)
When this season’s purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed?

Azoth, by zeitgeistic (88k)
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

I have almost 150 of you baby birds ( in my enormous nest ) and it’s high time I made a shout out to my most beloved! You’ve made it this far dealing with the troublesome punk – to which I say congratulations. The past few months have been wild and I’m certain I’ll be sticking around for much longer. I will keep this nice and short because it’s 1 am and I need sleep ahah.


A special thank you to my arch-nemesis @veryincrediblenightcrawler who gave me that extra push to make this blog and destroy your muses life. Just so you know, its not over. I am plotting your demise as you read this. Sleep well. ( jks I love you )

Much love to @psionicisms for giving me life everyday, updating me on the comics, hurting me with angst, making me laugh so much, sending me important pictures of tiny birds and telling me so much about how fantastic 616 is. You are a spectacular writer and I adore your Betsy. Battle buddies for life.

Dearest goth child @ofsabotage, your creative brilliance is like no other. Despite crippling you with angst and headcanons about Warren and Cantet’s loving yet toxic relationship you have stuck with me til the end. Your OC is incredibly unique and deserves the utmost appreciation, and no, we do not have enough threads.

Insane amount of love for @krivicudo, one of the most vividly imaginative and skilled writers out there. Your passion for writing, story, plot – everything is so inspiring. Anja is an incredible OC, and you never fail to impress me with replies. I’m so grateful you’re always there for me when I need mouth-to-beak resuscitation.

Words cannot describe how much I admire @metallsinne. The thought that goes into your portrayal of Erik is outstanding and I always find myself reading your incredibly beautiful prose over and over. An A+ magnet dad for your adopted bird son.


@aframloki @acertainfemininemystique @abberaticn @aerokind @atrophist @allthisdeath @blackmxgickwoman @berserkerage @miimicked @enamoredangel @extrasenscry @faunasfury @flamedamaged @hollabackmerc@forcsight @fundamentalchild @junctxre @mutantfirst @noequilibrxum @prxfessors-pet @quicksilveerisms @sinkthenswxm @sonofasymbol @spiiderbitten @spiideyscnse @strxngwinds @styygiian @thatyellowjacket @unleashcd @untouchablercgue @vestiica @thephoeniix @ofconfinement @quirksilvers @infinitumiism @deadlybows @xmarksthescott @cicatreix @mutantabraham @viiride @transmutage @gcdkiiller @deathfelt @latesilver @oldfcrt @genomiic @quicksiilverism @summershavok @motormouthx @negasoniic @specxrum @xnegasonicx @rubyquartzisms @reigninghavok ( theres likely more I’m so overwhelmed )

m4d-m4x  asked:

Congrats, jerevin <3

This is so late it probably shouldn’t exist. I don’t even know if jerevin is still a thing, that’s how out of touch I am with the fandom. However, please enjoy some pure tooth rotting fluff and expect a dragon story from me soon


He wakes to the feeling of scratchy kisses being placed on his stomach and the sound of light, mischievous laughter filling the room.

“Jeremy,” he hears, still struggling to open his eyes so that he can look and the undoubtedly beautiful boy in his bed. “Come on, cowboy. Time to get up. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

That manages to push past his sleep induced haze and he manages to murmur a jumbled, “‘prise?” as he finally gets his eyes opened and gazes down at a widely grinning Gavin Free who is currently draped across the bottom half of his body, head propped up on hands adorned with golden rings resting on his bare chest. “What surprise?”

“A surprise for our special day!” Gavin coos, scooting forward to press a kiss to Jeremy’s lips. Jeremy kisses back even though his still sleepy brain seems to be trying to tell him to think about what his boyfriend just said. He ignores it, finding it much easier just to bask in the attention Gav seems willing to spend on him so early in the morning. With a laugh, Gavin starts to pull away even as Jeremy chases after him for another kiss. “Now come on, love. Enough of that, I’ve got a whole day planned! We don’t have time for that.”

Waking up a little more now, Jeremy grins playfully and bumps his forehead against Gav’s. “Must be some really important plans if you don’t want to spend the day in bed.”

“They are, I promise! I swear they’re good, I swear, J!”

Humming, Jeremy bumps his forehead against Gavin’s again the ducks in for a brief kiss and then another one. Despite his initial protests, Gavin doesn’t resist at all and accepts each kiss with a smile and one of his own. It’s only when Jeremy wraps his arms around the Brit and attempts to drag him down in an obvious attempt to get some more sleepy cuddles that Gavin finally pulls himself away and punches Jeremy in the chest.

“Oh no you don’t! You are going to get up if I have to drag you out of bed myself!”

With a wince, Jeremy finally fully sits up, rubbing at his chest. “You used to always fall for my charms, Gavy.”

“Yeah, back when your hair didn’t look like shit,” Gavin says with a giggle and a ruffle of Jeremy’s currently blue dyed hair. “You’re lucky your hat usually covers this monstrosity or no one would ever take you seriously.”

“Hey! Says the bleach blonde bimbo,” Jeremy counters, grabbing a pillow and bashing Gav in the side of the head with it. Gavin squeals and curls up and the two of them laugh as Jeremy beats him with the pillow until Gav manages to grab it and retaliate. Neither of them let up until Jeremy pins Gavin to the bed, laughing in triumph and joy. Giving a few weak attempts to get out of Jeremy’s hold, Gavin eventually gives up and falls back on the bed with a huff.

“Come on J,” he whines, “I gotta go get the surprise. I can’t do that with your fat ass holding me down, can I?”

“Hmmm,” Jeremy responds, ignoring the fat comment and pretending to think about it, not letting up on his hold on Gavin at all. “I dunno, what is it worth to you?”

In response, Gavin blows air into Jeremy’s face and grins when he flinches. “You’ll be the one missing out on a gift, not me.”

Jeremy pretends to think about it for a few seconds before letting go of Gavin’s wrists and climbing off of him. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. You’re free, now shower me with gifts before I change my mind,” he says, waving his boyfriend away.

Sticking his tongue out in response, Gavin gets off the bed and heads towards his desk where he picks up an envelope before returning to Jeremy’s side. “Here,” he says as he thrusts the envelope into Jeremy’s hands. “Open this and then we can get started on the rest of our plans. I already told Geoff we were going to take the day off so he knows not to expect us today and probably tomorrow too. I figure we’ll start by going to breakfast at that place you like with those smoothies-”

Jeremy smiles at Gavin fondly before actually looking at his gift and freezing in shock. ‘For our first anniversary’ is written across the front with a little heart with a happy face next to it. Even with Gavin still chattering on happily, Jeremy can’t help but blurt out, “You- you’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

Gavin freezes. “Oh, bollocks,” he says, eyes suddenly scared,“ are you not? Shit, forget I said anything.” In no time at all,  Gavin begins to get off the bed to run from the room, already intent on running from the rejection. However, when he reaches for the envelope, still in Jeremy’s hand, Jeremy pulls it into his chest. “Come on J,” he begs, “give it back. It was a mistake. Let me leave here with at least some of my dignity intact.”

“No, calm down Gav. We need to talk about this.”

Making another swipe at the envelope and missing, Gavin shakes his head. “We really, really don’t. I didn’t mean to fuck up, I swear, but you have to let me go now.” Going for the envelope one last time, Jeremy smacks his hand away.

“No!” He says firmly. “Just sit down and listen to me Gav. You didn’t even give me a chance to say anything.” When Gavin continues to eye the door as if waiting for his chance to escape, Jeremy grabs hold of his wrist and tugs him down onto the bed. “Now stay,” he commands, thrusting his finger in Gavin’s face. The Brit nods weakly, posture unnaturally demure and lacking the usual confidence that comes to him so easily. Satisfied that he isn’t suddenly going to bolt from the room, Jeremy takes one of his hands in his own. “Look, I wasn’t upset. You didn’t misunderstand my intentions. I want to be with you. I want this to be our one month anniversary and I want to have every other anniversary we possibly can. I want to fucking celebrate our fiftieth anniversary one day, if you’ll have me. I just didn’t know you were also serious about whatever it is we have together. We never talked about it.”

“Of course I’ll have you,” Gavin says softly, eyes fixed on their hands. “I thought I wasn’t being subtle. I want us to be together, you’re pretty much the best person I’ve ever met.”

“Good,” Jeremy says with an encouraging smile, “then we’re on the same page.” He gets up on his knees and strikes a pose. “Gavin Free, I will gladly accept accept whatever is in this envelope because I, Jeremy Dooley, love you and you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Gavin laughs at that but he still just watches in silence as Jeremy opens up the envelope. Out falls a photograph of the two of them. He recognizes it from the first time Gavin and him had gone out on their own together, exactly one month ago. They’re at the pier, the ocean and beach in the background, and Jeremy’s arm is around Gavin, who is wearing Jeremy’s cowboy hat. Both of them are laughing in delight as Gavin takes the photo and Jeremy is watching Gavin like there’s nothing more important to him in the entire world. Jeremy smiles at it, and grins even harder when he turns the photo over and sees “1/??? To the best beginning.”

“See,” he says, turning the photo around for Gavin to see, “how could you look at this and not realize I’m completely fucking stupid about you. Now get over here.” He tucks his now flushed and smiling boyfriend into his side and grabs his phone, posing them quickly and making sure Gavin is smiling shyly up at the camera before snapping a photo.

“Here’s one more moment to add to the collection. We’ll have to get a book or something to put them all together.”

With a whining noise, Gavin stuffs his face into Jeremy’s side, mumbling something in response. Ruffling his hair, Jeremy wrestles him from out of his hiding place. “You’re going to have to repeat that Gavy, so I can actually hear it you nerd.” He laughs as his lover pouts before stuffing his face back into Jeremy’ side, tilting his head just enough so Jeremy can hear him this time as he says, “Michael will never let us hear the end of it if we become one of those couples.”

“I hate to break it to you buddy but we’re already one of those couples. Not that he can talk, we all saw him cry the first time Lindsay said she loved him.”

There’s silence for a long moment, Gavin mildly toying with the waistband of Jeremy’s boxers. Recognizing the signs of the golden boy wanting to say something but being unsure about it, Jeremy waits patiently, just basking in the soft morning and quiet moment with his boyfriend, still running off the high of the realization that this is his first major anniversary with Gavin. Finally, Gavin sighs and settles more firmly into Jeremy’s side.

“Love you, cowboy,” he whispers for the first time.

Jeremy freezes before grinning so widely his face hurts. Ducking his head, he presses a kiss to the top of Gavin’s head.

“Love you too.”

anonymous asked:

Allura,when she first starts laughin she puts her hands over her mouth to stop it. But this only causes razzberries to occur.(fart noises)which makes the whole crew go crazy with laughter, and it makes her flustered but then she joins in with them.

… You guys love me so much, don’t you? 

// For everyone I owe RP replies to:

You are in my drafts. I know it’s been weeks. I’m so sos sosososo sorry. School has literally sucked up my entire life. And I also have a bunch of asks to answer.. they’ve broken 100 total just sitting in my inbox, ready to be answered.

I just went back to reply to an RP thread that was forever ago.. and I noticed that that blog was deactivated. And I can’t help but think it’s because I “ignored” them (left them in my inbox too long, making them think I didn’t want to reply/dropped the thread, making them discouraged.)

I will try my best to slowly get back to those. I am so sorry. I don’t want you guys to think that I don’t want to RP with you because.. I really really do!!

To everyone: 

I’ve never had this many followers and this many people that actually like.. want to talk to me and send me asks and IMs, so it’s a little bit overloading to me right now. So I’m sorry if that means leaving things to collect dust in my inbox and drafts. And I’m sorry if that means not answering every single ask right away, or at all. I love you all, and I read every single one of these asks. It makes me so happy when I get them, but I sometimes just don’t have the time to answer all of them. Just know that I will get to your ask,.. eventually.

And don’t take this as a “stop sending asks” post! I love asks! Keep sending them! Just know that it will take me a bit to answer them. This is more of a “I’m sorry for being so slow” post!

on asks

hello!! i’d just like to say that i’m so sorry about not being able to answer the asks i have in my inbox > <;;;; I’ll try to find the time to someday for sure!! Please just know that I do read all of them as much as possible!! Though sometimes I think I miss some and sometimes multiple messages get eaten by the internet!! So please don’t hesitate to resend me messages if you feel that it may have been eaten up/i missed it and if you want an urgent reply! Thank you!!

Why I don't take medical advice from my group chat.
  • Me:My finger hurts like hell. I think there's a bruise inside the joint.
  • Friend #1:Blow it up.
  • Me:The whole finger?
  • Friend #2:Yup. Then it won't bother you again.
  • Friend #1:😈😈
  • Me:Christ alive, I think the world's a better place when you guys decided not to become doctors.
  • Friend #2:Rude.
  • Friend #1:Indeed. We would be amazing doctors.
  • Friend #3 (only now waking up):OR you just ice it like a regular human being.

anonymous asked:

Would you rather go out for pints with Hobi or get high with Namjoon?

Ok, anon, this is a good fucking ask because I’m actually gonna have to pick Hobi with the Pints in this situation and here’s why.  Namjoon is totally that person who invites you back to their place to get ‘totally ripped’ and ends up loading like the worlds tiniest bowl or rolling the tiniest joint, taking a mircopuff and then being like ‘WOAH I’M BAKED’ WOAH and then proceed to talk your ear off about how you need to try meditation because it’s helped him sooo much and won’t let you leave for hours.

Meanwhile if you ghost on HObi after 3 pints and some super awesome shit talking he’s not gonna really give a shit at all he’s got like 45 other friends there, he won’t even notice you didn’t come back from the bathroom for 2 hours or so.  

[Image description: Drawing of a stick-figure girl holding a little stick-figure angel. Above them are the words, “POTS Problem #22: Hope!” The angel is flailing its arms and legs, crying, “OUCH! That hurts!” The girl, with tears in her eyes, plucks a feather off the angel’s wing and says, “Yeah, well, you got too big, and now I hurt.”]

“‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all…” - Emily Dickinson

I’ve learned through my journey with POTS that there’s a fine line between just enough hope and too much hope–I mean, you need hope in order to keep going, we all do, but when you have a chronic condition and you hope too much…it just really hurts. This has happened a lot recently, with meeting a new doctor and trying new things. There’s excitement, because finally–finally!–we’re doing something! And infusions help a lot of POTS patients–so maybe they’ll help me, right? And all of these supplements help with fatigue, so maybe I’ll feel less tired, right? And I had a couple good days right in a row, so maybe I’m getting better, right?!


Emily Dickinson likens Hope to a bird that sings its little tune, not asking a thing from me or you–but every once in a while the bird starts to sing too loudly. The Hope gets too big. And when the tune crescendos into the grand finale…it fizzles out. You’re just left feeling disappointed. Defeated. Pretty darn hopeless. 

I had a good day on Friday. I went to bed and actually thought to myself, “Hey, maybe things are getting better!” And I promptly reminded myself not to think that way–not to let Hope sing too loudly. Good days are good days, and I can be grateful for them–but I have learned not to hope that they become the norm. Today has been a very bad day. I can hope that tomorrow will be a tiny bit better.

I don’t say all of this to discourage any of you–this isn’t your reality, this is mine. I don’t know what medications or treatment options you’ve tried; I don’t know where you are on your POTS journey. I know that I have tried pretty much every medication out there–I know infusions haven’t yet help me and physical therapy has yet to give me noticeable improvement. I know that I’ve been to Mayo twice and actually feel like maybe I’m getting worse. 

I know that I might never get better.

But here’s the deal: I will still hope. Not that I will have a perfect day, and not that I will wake up one morning symptom free–I will hope to be useful in some little way. I will hope to help someone on their journey. I will hope that, someday, God will let me see the bigger picture and show me how I played a part in it. And I will hope to feel a little bit better tomorrow. I will hope that I can put away dishes without feeling the need to collapse for an hour or two. But I won’t hope too big for those sorts of things. I will let Hope sing its little song, but softly, somewhere in the back of my mind. I will let it be a quiet melody that wakes me in the morning and carries me throughout the day. 

And I will hope that all of you will hope with me.

“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.
Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget, that until the day God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words, ‘Wait and Hope.”
― Alexandre Dumas


@yu-gyummy, @k-linyong, @naktas, @eumyu, @rehores, @shin-jiho, @ararari0, and @madlight-hansol

uh hi there, just wanted to say thank you for being so nice to me n that i love you all lots because you’re so nice and wonderful n like i literally never shut the hell up about how much i adore toppklass and how i don’t deserve y’all 😭 and it probably pisses everyone off but i really do mean it and uh yeah that’s all i’m gonna go now

From Me To You

I want to say a huge thank you to everyone for all the requests and a kind word or two. You are all amazing and I love you!!! I’m leaving requests open for the 390 Prompt List (the last prompt meme I posted) until tomorrow night. So send in numbers. And for those who sent in requests I’m not ignoring any of you, I will answer each ask as I write them! —and for those wondering my Kidlett had a good first day of 5th grade—

Originally posted by iraville