baby ry


that pouty thing™ haechan does when he talks

Flood (Haechan x Reader)

Rating: PG

(A/N) Ayyyy baby gals and baby guys ;^) ya girl ry ry here is back with THE FLUFFIEST HAECHAN I COULD POSSIBLY MUSTER. LISTEN. I love him so much, he is my son, my beautiful, golden, shining, angel vocals, talented absolutely stunning son. APPRECIATE HIM. And I hope you like this! c:

Originally posted by nctinfo

You don’t know how it turned out like this, Mother Nature was a mysterious woman. One moment it was a lovely spring day and you were hanging out with your best friend and enjoying each other’s company. Then suddenly it was apparently monsoon season and a flash flood warning scrolled along the top of the television monitor when you scrambled inside.

Your shoulders sagged, feeling annoyed as you turned over to your friend, “Now what?”

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i just want everyone to see this


It’s okay to cry

I’m still learning this myself, honestly. I hate crying, especially in front of others.Society tells us that we’re weak if we cry, that we’re “cry babies”, that we’re whining, and all these horrible things that are constantly reinforced.

I want you to know that our society is wrong, friend; it’s okay if you cry. There’s nothing wrong with crying, and you are not weak, whining, or a cry baby for doing so.

(rying is actually quite beneficial, scientifically and emotionally. It helps your body get rid of toxins and hormones that are created when you’re stressed, angry, or in other high emotional states. It helps you release the pressure that you feel when in these states, and it feels very cathartic.

There’s no shame in crying, friend. You are not weak if you cry, and you are not whining. It’s okay <3

Keep on shining!
♥ Courtney

anonymous asked:

Could you do 3 with Ryan Ross?

3. “It’s three in the morning.”

the Reader is also in a band, they are a bassist.

You were in your shared bed with your husband, Ryan, sleeping somewhat soundly (surrounded by puppies, of course). Well, until you heard a loud noise come from downstairs, followed by Ryan yelling “Shit!”. 

You got up, wrapping the gray blanket from the end of the bed around your shoulders. As you, Dottie, and Elwood made your way down the stairs you noticed the lights in your’s and Ryan’s in-home-studio were on. 

You stood in the door frame for a moment, watching him. He was in an old Beatles shirt, sweatpants, and his hair was messed up like nobody’s business. “Ry, baby, it’s three in the morning.”

“Yeah, and?” He said rudely, but you knew it was just the lack of sleep. 

As you made your way into the room, weaving around basses and guitars, you finally made it to the chair he was sitting in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. “Baby, I know you want to write, but you need to sleep.”

He sighed, leaning into you. “Y/N….I know but….” He didn’t finish the thought. “How about we make a deal?” He asked, yawning in the middle of the question.

“If it’ll get you upstairs, in bed, asleep, then sure. What do you need Ryro?” He smiled ever so slightly at the old nickname.

He took the nearest bass off its stand, your purple Pete Wentz signature bass, and handed it to you. “I need you to play this bass line I wrote. Or at least attempted to write. I just don’t know how to play it very well.”

You nodded, taking the bass from him and sitting down. “Hand me the music.” He sat the paper down in front of you and you sat your thumb on the pickup and played the simple bass line. 

Ryan yawned again. “Ok, thank you.”

“Now let’s get you to bed, babe.” You told him, wrapping the blanket around the both of you as you walked upstairs, dogs trailing closely behind.

I love love love Ryan and never get any requests for him! C’mon Ryan stans where are you??


middle earth meme: [1/5] elves →  Thranduil

Such is the nature of evil. Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A shadow that grows in the dark. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was. So will it always be. In time all foul things come forth.