at least someone wants me

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Well yeah, Wendy would be the least suspected one of the bunch, that’s for sure

I swear I’m never wasting so much time on stupid comics again. Out of all the asks I could’ve used, I chose this one. Someone shoot me please .+:。(ノ・ω・’ )ノ゙

bonus:

how do you expect anyone to suspect her

okay, I honestly don’t get where ppl get this mindset (mostly teenagers) that a celebrity is yours, and that in your mind you’re married, so they can’t date anyone. Even when I was 15 and a huge fan of a band, I never thought they were solely mine. Sure I fantasised about dating them, but I knew it would never happen. Most of them had girlfriends, and you know what, I didn’t hate them. I loved them for making my favs happy. So I really don’t get it. 

Be happy for your favs if they find someone they like and makes them happy. They’re not yours, they’re not an object you can possess, they’re human beings.

Sometimes I just have this overwhelming feeling of hatred for the human race. This is how I know it is time to hermit.
—  INTP

look i’m no expert but i think the lgbt+ community needs to stick together and stop it with whatever gatekeeping bs is going on. there’s always going to be some intracommunity fights and ~*discourse*~, sure, but recent events are a horrifying reminder that nobody wants to be lgbt+ just for fun. please stop it with the ‘you need to be thiiis gay to ride’ mentality. there is no official community registration or badge or stamp. if you’re young and confused and need a place to belong, you do. if you’re aro and/or ace and feel excluded everywhere, you shouldn’t be. if you’re intersex or if your gender is being weird, you’re not alone. as for allies, here’s a reminder they used to be (and may still be) human shields, and that many allies might actually be closeted lgbt, or questioning, and it’s a safe way for them to access the community. ally is a title that is given, not taken, and i’ve seen some bad self-proclaimed allies around, but there’s no need to make the community unsafe for anyone.

we can’t afford to fall apart. we need to take care of each other because we’re all hurting in some way. there’s a quote from the time of the norwegian tragedy five years ago that goes ‘if one man can show this much hate, imagine how much love we can show together’

Do you ever read a book with a really great romance and start crying over the fact that you’ve never been kissed

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thank you @shitwonho​ for tagging me so i have an excuse to post this and address an issue that’s kinda been bugging me recently LOL

recently, quite a few of you guys (especially my younger followers) have messaged me privately saying how you wished you “were as pretty as me” or “wow you’re so pretty you look like a kpop idol!” and i’m super duper flattered don’t get me wrong!! but i think we all need to realize that the pictures that ppl post on social media are of course going to be the one’s where they look their best. 95% of the time, i look like the photo on the left LOL but i’m not posting photos of when i have my really bad days even though i still love myself when i’m being a potato :P i love makeup and dressing up and looking good as much as the next person, but it doesn’t enhance my self value you know?? regardless of how i look, i know i’m a hardworking person, i’m caring and responsible and a great friend, and i have great ppl in my life <3

we all love those “get you a girl/guy who can do both memes” with our favourite idols, but we should also take that perspective on ourselves too! love all aspects of ourselves too just like we do with our fave idols :) and also remember that it’s an idol’s job to always look good and they have a whole team of ppl who help them out with that! there’s nothing good about comparing ourselves with someone else because another person’s success doesn’t equal your failure, and someone else’s failures don’t equal your success. similarly, another person’s beauty doesn’t diminish your own beauty!!! so i guess the take away message is to just love yourself regardless because there’s something to love about everyone one of you!!! (⺣◡⺣)♡*

ANYWAY, i won’t tag anyone because this wasn’t really a selfie tag LOOL but if you also feel like posting derpy photos of yourself or doing a “get yourself someone who can do both” challenge then feel free to say i tagged you!! 

all the ashes in my wake

@qqueenofhades and I were laughing earlier about 1x11 and there was silliness around whether these two shared a room (since it’s implied they were there for more than one day) and then it got angsty and well…I regret my garbage choices. Although probably not nearly as much as Actual Trashlord Garcia Flynn regrets his. Read on ao3 here

Grief is a funny thing.

People say it happens in stages—denial, anger, bargaining, etcetera. They don’t mention that it also comes in waves, that you don’t always know when you’ll be swept off your feet again, dragged into the undertow. They don’t mention that sometimes the acceptance, the moving on, can hurt almost as much as the loss itself.


The World’s Fair, 1893

Flynn closes the door to the small hotel room and leans back against it, pocketing the key. Lucy stands by the far wall, her back to him, as far away as the space will allow.

She’s angry with him. That’s fine. He’s not exactly pleased with her either.

It could have been over. I could have ended this. I could have saved them.

He ignores the voice of reason that echoes Lucy’s words from earlier, whispering that it might not have worked, that he would have damned himself even worse than he already has for nothing.

He also ignores the small flicker of relief that he doesn’t have the weight of a child’s death on his conscience.

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sunday morning

it was a surprising sight to see- sunday morning at 9 AM, you and chris standing in the kitchen fixing breakfast together. typically at this time your alarms would go off, only to be snoozed, and you both would roll out of bed three hours later

but this sunday morning the vibes were different

you and chris fell asleep early saturday night and woke up early the next morning, and in the mood for pancakes. international pancake day had been last week, which neither of you celebrated, but now you both just had a hankering for the breakfast food

so after rolling out of bed and heading downstairs, you two acted upon your intentions and fixed pancakes

the sunlight was peeking through the window blinds and into the kitchen and across the floors, the smell of pancake batter and fresh fruit floated in the air, you were in a large tee and a pair of panties and chris was just in his maroon joggers, and music from an old radio floated through the room

you two shared a laugh as ironically, maroon 5′s sunday morning played at first, but then it was replaced with another song with a complete different vibe to it

“yo dre, drop the verse…” the voice came through the speakers and you snickered. no diggity, perfect.. it was a song that you knew all the lyrics to, but you didn’t remember learning them at any point in your life. it was like bohemian rhapsody, which you always joked and said you were just born knowing all the words

flipping the pancake with the spatula, you heard it sizzle against the hot pan and then you started to rap along to the words; “it’s going down, fade to blackstreet.. the homies got RB, collab creations, bump like acne no doubt..” you nodded your head along to the beat

chris stood at the island behind you, dicing strawberries and washing the grapes, and laughed at you. you heard his snickering and turned around once the pancake was finished, holding onto the pan as you walked over to the plates sitting next to him

“shorty get down, good lord, baby got ‘em open all over town.. strictly biz, she don’t play around, cover much ground, got game by the pound..” you sang to chris, placing the pancake on the plate, followed by the other

your eyes glanced up to chris, and then he followed along with the rest of the verse which took you by surprise; “getting paid is a forte, each and every day, true player way, i can’t get her out of my mind, i think about the girl all the time, yeah, yeah..” 

you shook your head at his voice, and mostly at the fact that chris also knew the words to the song, and once he finished the verse he held out a strawberry and you parted your lips, letting him pop the fruit into your mouth. you both laughed and then you turned away to head back to the stove

then you two danced lightly to the rest of the verse, and then it came to the chorus. “i like the way you work it, no diggity, i got to bag it up..” chris held onto your hips and you two danced playfully together before laughing and he pressed a kiss to your cheek

anonymous asked:

is there a boss fanblog i should be following???? or is someone going to start one soon??? can we start a boss fanblog???? ;w;

wh,

reason #42

i’m just gonna keep making the same mistakes for the rest of my life and probably get shot for it at some point tbh

Lil Something Pt 1

Description: You are best friends with Jongdae but maybe there is a lil something more.

Genre: Fluff and more fluff

A/N: This is my first fanfiction… Sorry if it’s terrible. To be honest I’m only writing it because I had a dream about him…



Originally posted by 5sosfam-phandom

It’s my first day at university and I know no one. All of my friends went to a different school which has left me all by myself. It would help if I got assigned to a double dorm where at least I would share a room with someone but nope my parents wanted me to have my own room so they coughed up the extra cash so I didn’t have to share. So I don’t even get to make a forced friendship with the person I live with. I overheard some students talking about a party tonight at the local bar, live band and everything. Apparently everyone is going, maybe I should go I might meet some socially awkward people like myself.  As the night nears I have just finished getting ready, plain black jeans, flowy top and boots.

Walking into the party I could already feel the walls closing me up, and the air thinning.

“Great start.” I muttered to myself.

Okay go get a drink maybe that will calm me down.  

“1 shot of Soju” I yelled at the bar tender.

The music was so loud I’m surprised he even heard me. The band are pretty good tonight, the giant red head with the guitar seems to be getting into it, how is he not over heating in that giant jacket?! Swigging back the shot I got up to get ready to go to the now crowded dancefloor maybe if I danced with someone I could make some friends.

Pushing through the crowd I bumped into someone looking up at it was a guy, kind of short, bright purple hair and you could definitely tell he worked. To be honest right now he looked really intimidating.

“I’m sorry” I kept repeating as I was backing away backwards.

Before he answered I quickly turned around and crashed into another person. This person was tall, his eyebrows were on point. He spilt his drink down his clothes because of me. I could feel the walls surrounding me even more whilst he was yelling at me for getting his drink over his Louis Vuitton jacket.  

“Just keep breathing get out of there and keep breathing.“ I kept telling myself this.

It wasn’t working. All of a sudden I felt a hand grab my arm pulling me away from the crowd. I could only see the back profile of him he wasn’t short and he wasn’t tall and had brown hair. As we got outside he held onto my shoulders.

“Ok breathe in then out like this” he said whilst demonstrating how to breathe.

Doing as he said I began to breathe in and out just like he told me to do. Wow he had such a friendly face and soothing voice.

“Are you ok? Are you with your friends? You looked really panicked so I thought I would help you” He said with a smile whilst scratching the back of his head.

“Umm thanks, no actually I came to make friends but I can guarantee that didn’t happen.” I responded, after the hyperventilating had settled down.  

He looked at me in awe. Great. I thought, he now thinks I’m a loser with no friends. Which isn’t 100% true, I do have friends just none here.

He took me by the hands and yelled. “Well you have just made one new friend! Hi my name is Jongdae, but my friends call me Chen!”

“Hi Jongdae, I’m Y/N.” I responded.

Suddenly he is pulling me into a hug.

“Wahh! I said my friends call me Chen. You are my friend now!” He complained.

I guess the night wasn’t a complete failure, I made one friend and I don’t think he is going to go away anytime soon.

~~~~~

“Y/N!” Chen was holding onto my face.

3 years have passed since that night and I was right he wasn’t going away anytime soon. He is now my best friend. The one who gets me to actually leave my dorm and go out, to only complain an hour later how he wants to go back to playing video games. It’s a great friendship, he has introduced me to people like the purple haired guy from that night, the one I was so afraid of, is now our friend Xiumin he takes care of us and makes sure we actually keep the dorm tidy, The one who had a go at me for spilling his drink is Sehun, a bubble tea addict who love attention and the red hair guitarist is Chanyeol, he is the sunshine of the group he always knows how to lighten the mood.

“What do you want now dinosaur.” I rolled my eyes at Chen who was now inches away from my face.

Pushing him away I exclaimed “what?!”

“Nothing, you just looked lost in deep thought. What was you thinking about? Ohh is it your crush that you refuse to tell me about.”

There it is the crush question, I can’t tell him I was thinking about how we met. He can’t know that he is the secret crush I have been hiding for half a year… Can He?

anonymous asked:

Your dragon is an ice blue dragon that spits blue fire, the cold kind. It's tears are said to be magic and can heal peoples wounds and burns. It only shows itself too the purest of heart which explains how you get too see it!

Oh my god I want someone to draw this or at least me being a dragon rider from how to train your dragon on this dragon holy shit

I think I should raise my art prices again… Not sure if someone will commission me if I do but at least I want to try cause they take me a lot of time and effort and paypal takes a big part of it :/