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mypuppyjongin  asked:

Nei lamento llenarte tanto pero es que sucede que se me ocurro que hicieras un reacción de BTS le das una nalgada / le agarras el trasero ... XD como yo soy el tipo de persona que le encanta hacer eso .

Rap Monster

Rap Monster seguramente se lo tomaría como una pequeña provocación. Te rodearía con su brazo y mientras te juntaba contra su cuerpo te daría también una nalgada o metería su mano en tu bolsillo trasero.


“¡J-jagi por favor, estamos en público!”


“Ay~ me has hecho daño~” 

Ahora querría venganza.


“¿Dónde crees que estás tocando, señorita?”


V estaría avergonzado pero a la vez se lo tomaría como un juego. Entre risas intentaría también darte una nalgada en plan broma para que tu también te avergonzaras como él.


Jimin intentaría no verse afectado por tu nalgada, se mordería el labio e intentaría mirar a todas partes excepto hacia ti para que no vieras sus mejilla coloradas.


Jungkook soltaría una risita y te miraría incrédulo. No estaría avergonzado ni molesto, le parecería bastante gracioso y tendría curiosidad por saber por qué lo habrías hecho.

WHAT’S UNDER THE RAG, MIMIKYU. I really want to know. I think that something like an Aye-Aye would work because:

a) on that fine line between adorable and horrific

b) long creepy fingers, good for ghostly snatching

c) solitary and nocturnal (weird for a primate)

d) spooky supernatural associations. Aye-Ayes are known in folklore as harbingers of death and evil, they mark people who see them for death 


Some “Dark Cupid” Miraculous!AU @dumbluckycharm requested forever ago that I just now remembered (there was originally supposed to be more, but I decided this was enough for now. Hope you like it!)


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shout out to people who have really morally wrong intrusive thoughts! people who know those things are wrong and can’t stop thinking about them, people who are disgusted by themselves. you aren’t disgusting! those thoughts aren’t you and you can’t control them! it’s ok, you’re a good person.

Half cosplay, half my rad photoshop skillz

(Amelia, the Burrowing Owl Siren from @emo-rock-tale)

Nice legs

Daisy dukes

Makes a man go

“snow?” she glances at missandei.  “not stark?”

“he is bastard born, your grace,” supplies the little scribe.  “lord eddard’s last surviving son.  the northerners named him king.”

“but not stark?” she asks, and missandei shakes her head.

she does not understsand it.  if he calls himself king, surely he would legitimize himself.  she looks out of the window.

it is a grey day, and cold, and if she were still a girl she’d wrap herself in her hrakkar.  but they are not in the sea anymore, and lions have a different meaning.  if i’m the dragon, i must not wear a lion’s mane.  certainly not while the lions still held her father’s castle.  she shivers and adjusts her cloak on her shoulders.  

“and he has landed?”

“aye with some counsellors,” missandei says.  “they bid an audience.”

dany nods, and waits.

in meereen she’d worn her tokar, in the dothraki sea she’d worn her hair in braids.  she does not know what a targaryen returning to westeros should wear.  likely whatever she chooses won’t ease the minds of those who await her.  not after the pretender’s landing.  i have dragons, she thinks.  i don’t need anything else.  that’s all that a targaryen requires.

fire.  and the blood running through her veins.  that’s all she needs.

the doors open and one of her unsullied announces king jon snow of the north, and he steps through.

he is not what she expects.  his face is long, and serious, and for some reason when she’d heard the name snow, she’d imagined snow colored hair like her own targaryen silver, not the long dark hair that he’s pulled back from his face.  his eyes are dark too, and if she’s wearing as heavy a cloak as they could find for her, he’s wearing only a leather jerkin as though he thinks this winter is warm.  

there’s a stutter in his step for just a moment as he approaches her, and he does not take a knee as others have done.  his eyes remain on her face, but she sees a slight flush rise on his cheeks and her own heart quickens for just a moment.  no, she thinks, almost gently.  no, i must not.

up close, she sees he is young. younger than she’d expected.  lord eddard was not so different in age from ser jorah, she thinks, and if this is his son…he is handsome, and far less flamboyant than daario, but he carries himself with an assuredness that makes dany sit up taller, more assured of herself as he says in a low voice, “your grace.”


You Belong With Me (Modern Clexa AU)

Clarke and Lexa have been best friends since the first day of school. Lexa knows love is weakness but she is hopelessly in love with Clarke. Clarke is oblivious, happily dating other people. 

I lay on Clarke’s bed, propped up by several pillows, pretending to be engrossed in my worn copy of Carmilla. But I was distracted, by Clarke. She had her head resting on my lap and her feet hanging over the side of the bed. She was talking on her phone, I was running my fingers through her soft, golden hair. I told myself that it was a perfectly normal thing for best friends to do, after all it was a typical Tuesday night for us. What wasn’t normal was how I had to consciously stop my gaze from falling to her lips or the bare skin of her shoulder revealed by her baggy top. Yeah definitely not normal. I cursed myself for the inappropriate thoughts that regularly plagued my mind. I had tried to deny it for years but the truth was what I felt for her was anything but friendly, somewhere along the line I had fallen completely in love with her. But to Clarke I was just her best friend. I was the girl she shared her lunch with on the first day of preschool and everyday since. She didn’t see me that way.

Chapter 1

“İlle de ille,
Sevmelerim gibisi?
Oturmuş yazıcılar,
Fermanım yazar.
N'olur gel,
Ay karanlık…”

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