anonymous asked:

wait what's cores of diamonds?

Cores of Diamond by speaks

Falling in love is easy, as it turns out. Painfully easy. All it takes is one smile, one tender unguarded second with the boy beneath Lance’s bravado, and that’s it. He’s done for. No questions, no bartering, no phase of denial. But if falling for Lance is the easiest thing Keith has ever done, then learning to express it is the hardest. So if he can’t say it, can’t put into words the way the entire world hinges around the moment Lance barged into his lifeㅡ

ㅡwell then he’ll just have to settle for showing him.

Chloe: if i never barged in on you while you were taking a shower things would be so different. I mean, we never would’ve won nationals, or the worlds,the barden bellas never would’ve found their sound so if you never joined we could’ve been the last batch, i would’ve never fallen in love with you, we could’ve never had the house for the bellas or that maybe i would’ve graduated earlier cause i had no reason to stay oh and maybe the whole world never would’ve seen fat amy in a whole different level

Beca: wait back up a bit, you’re in love with me?

Chloe: i mean i have been for more than 5 years but who’s counting amirite

midnight blues

genre ― fluff with a hint of angst | tattoo artist!au

pairing ― tattoo artist!namjoon | reader

synopsis ― Blue is all he saw in you.

words ― 760

― note : from my two year request batch

Night times are the funniest for Namjoon. Drunk people barge into his parlor asking for the most ridiculous tattoos. Couples walking in to get matching tattoos and the following months they each come separately asking to have another tattoo done over it.

It’s night time so he didn’t expect them to have their brains intact to their heads. Yes, Namjoon has seen it all the wee hours of the night but something he didn’t see coming was you.

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Not a cloud in the sky that day. The sun shined down brightly on the glimmering pond as three boys played hide and seek near by.

  William was the seeker for this round and looked around the grassy park for his hidden companions. Mark was hiding in the high branches of a tree while Damien took to the tall grass and fox tails on the edge of the pond. Damien heard the giggles of his friends in the distance as Will found Mark, but paid them no mind,something else held his attention at the moment. This something was a little group of ducklings that had taken up residence in the very grass he had hidden in. At first he felt bad, barging in on their home like that was so very rude, but William was done counting by the time he had seen them and so he elected to keep his space from the little ducks until he was found.

About a minute later he forgot that he was playing hide and seek at all because the ducklings had wadled their way over to him and were now in his lap,making little ducky noises as Damien giggled. How cute they were! Damien petted them gently and enjoyed the down soft of their feathers. His giggles gave away his location of course and soon William came bounding into the grass.

“Damien! I found y-”

“Shh!” Damien held a finger to his lips before directing Williams attention to the quacking pile of ducklings in his lap.

William smiled and whispered,“Looks like you’ve made some new friends,huh Dami?” He crouched beside him with a hand on his shoulder as he watched the birds stumble around in his friends lap.

After a few moments of silence Damien finally spoke,“ So where’s Mark?”

“Off being a charmer” He said sarcastically,“Saw a pretty girl and just HAD to go talk to her and abandon our game!” He rolled his eyes but smiled.

Damien made a hum of acknowledgement before returning his attention to the balls of fluff.A few were interested in Will now and he giggled,picking one up and inspecting it.

“What are their names?”

Damien smiled,“This one is William.” He said matter o’ factly. Will just smiled and kitened as he named the rest of them.

Dark isn’t sure why he’s here. Its raining and windy and he’s getting wet but he doesn’t pay it much mind, he doesn’t care where he is if it meant getting out for a while,but something drew him here. A thought in the back of his mind of a sunny day and children’s laughter kept trying to break the surface of his brains ocean of oil and that thought must have lead him to where he is now.

Dark finds himself overlooking a hectic pond,grey in color much like the sky and splashing onto the wilting grass that borders it. The sight holds his attention for a while, something about the static like noise of the wind and rain coupled with the rippling waters in the pond captivates him and he looses himself for a moment. That is until he hears a faint sound coming from some wilting tall grass and withered fox tails. He doesn’t think,just moves, and parts the grass to find a small group of ducklings.

He feels…sad for them? Poor things,he thinks before he can stop himself. Soon he’s sat in this grass and huddled the small ducks in his lap,his suit coat over them like a tent,protecting them from the harsh winds.

‘Why am I doing this?’ He again thinks to himself.

He doesn’t have much time to think about the answer though,as he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“I found you!” It’s Wilford he realizes, “What are you doing out here?!”

Dark’s head suddenly snaps up and the thought that was pushing its way to the front of his mind was suddenly in view. The scene plays out in his mind for the first time in years and thankfully Wilford doesn’t notice the shocked look in his face. Instead his attention gets grabbed by the little birds in Dark’s lap. Wil sits next to his friend and smiles at them.

“Looks like you’ve made some new friends, huh Darky?” He gently jabs Dark in the side with his elbow.

Dark nods and can’t help the sad smile that crosses his face, his shoulders shake and he plays it off as a laugh. He thanks his lucky stars its raining.

“I suppose so.” He says, watching as one of the birds takes an interest in Wilford.

Wil holds the little thing and inspects it before looking back to Dark, “So, what are there names?”

It takes every ounce of him to let out a sob. He takes a deep breath and his sad smile remains as he points to the duckling in his mustached friends hands.

“Well,” he starts.“This ones name is William.”

I hear u like angst ; ) @okay-google-nerd @alcordraws @markired

you came into my life in the most graceful way i can think of. you didn’t just barge in and demanded for a spot. you didn’t just grab the hammer and started tearing the walls down. no. you were patient. you waited. i know being in my life is quite a hike and i know how much you hated hiking. so, thank you for every wounds, scars and every heartache you willingly took, my everything.

i love how despite jimin constantly barging into his studio unannounced, namjoon smiled every time he came through the door, hugged him to stop him from leaving, constantly called him cute and handsome, praised him endlessly both when he was in the room and even when he wasn’t there, called him an angel without wings, said he’s like a fairy from a fairy tale and then covered his face, giggling 

that moment when your future lover idol is coming to your shrine room. And you just realized you have papered the wall with his face

and you took down all of it

and forgetting that you still have a framed picture of him on your desk


This piece inspired by my shriveled shipper heart. I will only accept the reveal if it’s in the rain. All aboard the garbage barge!

Dancing Away with my Heart by Lady Antebellum plays unironically in the background

the-questioner-cp  asked:

So Spring. You dead or alive? Technically. I don't need all the philosophical stuff.






Subtlety, thy name is Marinette.



While the girls in the class might think they’re sneaking off for a secret makeout session, the boys know better ¬‿¬