because i cried when i first watched it and i can't

Cute Things About Kim Taehyung We Seem To Forget

• He’s afraid of bees
• He facetimes with his family and asks them to show him Soonshim [his dog]
• He likes big lions
• He also likes big dogs
• He tagged his photo with #DoubleEyeLidLineCaught because it kept appearing in his pictures
• He takes pictures of his parents when they’re happy.
• He went “On a date” with his parents
• He let the members who didn’t have funny photos of him quickly take funny photos so that they could upload them on his birthday
• “Oppa is superman”
• He calls his fans “Our lovelies” “Lovelies” “My lovelies” and occasionally “My pretties”
• If you put Tangerine and V together it’s Bbyoul!
• He wanted a love like Titanic
• He asked his mom how his fashion was
• “Ostrich-hyungnim”
• He puts ramen packets on his McDonald’s
• Bighit said his weakness is Trot and that he gets increasingly excited
• He took a picture of the members and then drew leashes on all of them
• He played crossy roads and tried to get a score of 601 for his fans but could only get to 456
• He threatened to draw nipples on Jimin’s hiphop monster
• He called himself “The captain of 95z”
• He called Jungkook and J-hope his daughters
• His black T-shirt, the one he cut a hole strait down the back was requested by a fan, he replied with “Chosen”
• He cuddles things when he’s sleeping
• He’s always trying to improve his English
• He watches Anime
• TaeTae Magazine
• He said that fast food makes him happy
• He talks and kicks in his sleep
• His stage name could have been Six or Lex but he chose V for victory
• He cried watching Miracles in Cell No. 7
• He got spit at by a Simpanse monkey at the zoo when he was little and that’s why he went back to the zoo asking the monkey’s “was it you” on his one tweet.
• He wants to name his kids Taekwon and Taeguk
• He doesn’t like wearing shoes
• He read his first fan mail over and over and over


I could go on forever, all in all my sunshine is the cutest. ♡

anonymous asked:

Sell the raven cycle to me. Why should i read it? What's so good about it?

man that’s a tall order lemme do my best here

1. The characters are very difficult jigsaw puzzle people. They’re wedged in the middle of adulthood and childhood, and magical realism is sprinkled over top of that awkwardness so that we feel very situated in that exact space and time of lost & messing up & family not being enough anymore/friendship being all you can see. And it’s not just the main characters, it’s a spectrum of cameos from people so vivid that you could hitch a ride to a whole other series on their backs. It’s this mass of interconnected lovers and churchgoers and rich boys and school-haters and hard-asses and scared kids and witches and characters that don’t quite know whether to be alive or dead.

Every person is lovingly invented to be difficult to parse upon first glance. they’re magic-eye people. You know when you’re at the optometrist and they put down slides on their big ol’ eye contraption and ask you to tell them when things get clear? it’s kind of like that. You’ve gotta keep accumulating lenses and when it’s finally clear you realize you don’t know where or how the difference set in. And better yet, the characters feel that way too – you’ve got unreliable points of view from everyone from villains to leads to sentient forests, figuring each other out, growing and misunderstanding and loving from afar. Everything has a voice, even birds and trees. This book is made of too many voices in too many languages and all you can do is sit down and be very still and listen (jot that down)

2. The plot/magic in this book are compelling as all hell, and they wind and trip and fall, but it’s worth climbing in and letting the car speed so your head rattles or the magical forest turn you around until you get lost. It’s just the right balance of relatable teenaged disasters and wholly un-relatable living nightmares and hitmen and possession via nature and ghosts and old old old magicians. Somehow pizza with the gang transmutes quietly into burying the carcass of a monster, tennis during the day becomes deadly streaking car racing until someone wins or dies. The books never let up, they go and go and talk about how much they’re going and throw too much at you.

It’s frustrating actually, the way you’re breathless for four entire novels. There are so many loose ends that you start writing ways to tie them together in your head before you’ve even finished. Impossible things represent gritty reality at every turn, you have manifestations of real depression, escapism from real abuse, resentment of real neglectful parents. You have a mosaic of things that hurt so much that they’ve become magic so that we can stand to look at them. trc wants you to look at a kissing curse and a dead king and quietly put them aside until you need them again. If you only read the back of the book, you’re brushing fingers against a scapegoat for a host of things that are much realer.

3. The writing knows what it’s doing. It needles its way into pretentious territory, but I can’t pretend that trc didn’t burrow into my writing style and rearrange things. The writing feels like.. i don’t know man like you’re holding a beating heart in your hand and watching it sputter and try to keep going, and it’s fucking amazing to witness even though you know it can’t last forever. You can see the mechanism of it and gore of it, but you keep watching and waiting. There are so many plain little to the point sentences that fit into the grand scheme of things so perfectly that you just. sob. and there are so many intricate metaphors and frank magical descriptions and charming, human ways of saying something that isn’t charming or human. 

It’s a hell of a series. It knows when to open the door, it trusts that you’ll come through it. It makes you hurt so bad for a friendship that hurtles down like an asteroid and ruins everything but you. It makes you feel a little better about whatever ancient welsh king you’re looking for, whatever night horror is ripping up your head space. It makes you dog-ear every other page because the dialogue is so unnecessarily clever and the descriptions sit right in your throat where you almost choke on them.

It’s not perfect. But it singlehandedly made me start reading again (heart in mouth 4 am reading, buying the ebook the second it comes out reading, crying at lines that shouldn’t be cried at reading), what put things in motion for me to make a funny little book blog called ravenvsfox

I can’t promise that you’ll like it, but I think the mess is beautiful & youthful and there are miles of slack to make it whatever you’d like. I hope you pick The Raven Boys up and see where they drive you in their stupid orange car.

A MESS

That’s what the SKAM fandom has become. A fucking mess between :  

- The creepy fans. They are hardcore fans. They are obsessed with Evak. They watched like 50 times, season 3. They know every lines by heart. They managed to do 2-3 trip to Olso, not for the beauty of Norway of course, only to see the two principal actors. On tumblr, their only occupation is reblogging stuff concerning Evak, Tarjei Sandvik Moe (“MY PRECIOUS SON”) and Henrik Holm (“RAY of SuNshIne”) (“BEST ACTOR IN THE WORLD”) (“I’M SO EMOTIONAL” or “I’M CRYING Tarjei or Henrik is buying some orange juice”) and answering Anon who is telling them ”Gurl, it’s gross, stop shipping Tarjei and Henrik together.“ ” You have to distinguish the character from the actor“. They don’t care, they’re too far gone, they will keep shipping them anyway because “I don’t hurt anybody doing that”

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 - The Norwegian weaboo. They throw some “Halla”, “Alt er love”, “Nei” and “Fy Faen” in ALL their fucking post even if they are just talking about idk lasagna. They remind you everyday that they are now master in Norwegian thanks to Duolingo. Suddenly, since Skam, half of Tumblr is Norwegian and live in Oslo and have (if it’s not them) ”friends who knew / go to the same school / did a party / hang out (cross out the wrong indications) with Henrik, Marlon and Tarjei". Yes, little we knew, Oslo is a village of 100 peoples.

- The Yousana shippers. Some muslims, many who aren’t. Innocent, they don’t understand what’s the big deal with the fact that Yousef doesn’t believe in God. Some even except a kiss between Yousef and Sana. LOL. My sweet summer child, you can wait. 

- The Jonas (”Eyebrows god”) stan. My favorite. They’re just worried about their fave since he disappeared completely this season. 

- The Eva stan. They’re just most of the time praising her and her “fabulous mermaid hair”. 

 - The seeker of the truth 1. The one who only care about this ETERNAL question in the universe : Is Vilde a lesbian ? They’re no doubt for them, and the answer is “YES”. They dislike Magnus with passion and (like 99% of the fandom) can’t stand Magnus and Vilde making out session. They reclaim the truth from Julie Andem ALL THE TIME. 

 - The seeker of the truth 2. The one who only care about contradict them. “Vilde is NOT a lesbian”. They’re personally offended by this supposition. Why ? Nobodies know.

- The artist. They just draw or do “aesthetic edit” about Skam. Half of their caption is “Alt er love”-“Du er ikke alene”-“Be kind. Everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about”. If you have an “aesthetic gif set” about one of the girl squad then you can be sure that you will find the picture of “a MAC lipstick slightly open with behind a white grayish background” in it.  

 - The Penetrator Chris Stan. Mostly young, they live in their bubble. They don’t take part of any fandom’s drama because they’re not invested enough. Isak ? Nope. Even ? Nope. Sana ? Nope. Noora ? Nope. LGBTQ representation ? Nope. POC representation ? Nope. ON-LY THIS FUCK-BOY MA-TTER FOR THEM. You easily recognize them because of their self-insert-imagine Readers where they are “William’s little sister and Chris secret lover” or when “You (Y/N) and jealous Chris are fucking in the kitchen”. 

- The Noorhell shippers. Maybe they were the original, the first one, SKAM  fans on Tumblr. Who knows ? They live in the past. They are still too invested in their shitty ship. They are an endangered specie now or maybe just hiding till the Wilhelm hate shit storm calm down. 

- The pepsi-max girl stan. Just kidding, nobody care about them. 

- The “Guys I have this incredible NEW theory : water is wet”. They are like weeks late in the season and just rehearse a theory who was already confirmed or already enunciated already by hundred of persons before. 

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-  DISCOURSE GROUP 1. The “Sana’s season is too boring”. Mostly white girl, mostly straight, “they can’t relate to Sana because “she (an arab muslim straight girl) is too different” but they had zero difficulties to relate to Isak during season 3 (a white gay boy). Why ? You already know the answer. You can pair them with the Evak creepy fangirl, most of them came from this group. Until know, they were just a pain in the ass with their “ok it’s not that I don’t care about Sana (in fact, surprise, they don’t) but WHERE IS EVEN ?”. They cried when the S4 trailers was released. After their little crisis, they wrote 10K long ass meta about why in fact every little details in this trailer was related to Even and not Sana. Still delusional, they don’t want to move on. They don’t talk or reblog stuff from S4, only from S3 (OR S4 but only if it concerns Evak of course). They wrote many theories about the balloon squad and how problematic they were. This friday, they were apparently “proven right” to their greatest joy with Mikael and Even’s story. YAY.  Since you can hear them yelling “all religions are evil and homophobic and needs to disappear (BUT if Islam could be the ONLY ONE to burn it would be nice”). Suddenly they adore Sonja (who was ”a bitch” during season 3) If you ask them not to jump to conclusion with Mikael (“the rat”), you are homophobic yourself and obviously awfully racist against white people (???). 

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- DISCOURSE GROUP 2. The Sana’s stan/ muslims one. They waited so long for Sana’s season and muslim representation. They have no time for your “lowkey islamophobic white ass” (”Sana is too white in this gifset” “ Pepsi-max girls sucks” “We don’t care about Willhell/ Evak/ Noora ” ( cross out the wrong indications) ). This season is very personal for them but to their surprise, it’s anything but what they expected. They have mixed feelings every new clip. They tried to educate the others Skam fans about some concept of Islam but people are not very receptive so they started to give up. Despite friday clip, they are still defending Mikael and the balloon squad against the various attack from the DISCOURSE GROUP 1. Easily offended, they can be a little too protective of Sana, her mom, and the balloon squad.  It appears that they lost all their patience and decided for the best or the worst to let the fandom burn. 

- THE OTHERS. The one who just enjoy the show, their favorite characters and favorite ships. They’re just watching the drama from afar. Sometimes, they low-key have a side but are too lazy to make a post about it. They’re just incredibly tired of this mess. 

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Bye. 

Night time talks (boyf riends)

Okay so!! this is my first time writing a fic 4 bmc but its rly short sorry lmao

Please leave feedback and stuff!!

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“Hey, Jeremy? Remember when you first got that Squip?”

Micheal was talking to himself again, sitting in the dark in Jeremy’s bedroom. It was honestly quite pathetic; venting and talking to nobody.

Well, almost nobody.

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Things that made me cry this morning (first playthrough)

  • Seeing Ignis’s scars the first time
  • Ignis saying sacrificing his sight was a small price to pay
  • Ignis having to be guided by Gladio and Prompto at the port
  • The way Ignis sleeps if you rest at the station (arm over his eyes)
  • You can choose to leave Ignis behind when you go in the mine
  • Ignis says “I’ll manage somehow” if you choose to bring him
  • If you walk too fast, you’ll leave Ignis behind
  • Ignis stumbling
  • Ignis falling down
  • Prompto being a sweet bun and staying with Ignis to guide him in the mines
  • Ignis saying “this is more challenging than I expected” about fighting
  • Ignis falling down in battle
  • The guys telling Ignis to watch his step/about enemies
  • Ignis asking for visual on things (“what does it look like?”“did it work?”“what is it??”)
  • If you accidentally swing your sword near Ignis Gladio says “don’t you think you’ve hurt Iggy enough”
  • No recipes at camp
  • Ignis throwing the fire ball into the nasty swamp monster’s mouth because honey you saved us
  • Ignis stopping the party to get them to stop bickering
  • Ignis saying he wants to stay with them til the end
  • Ignis yelling(ish)
  • Ignis offering to bow out if he slows them down
  • Ignis talking about driving and how he’s listening to people more closely
  • Aranea saying the world is cruel when she sees Ignis’s eyes
  • Ignis going “uh” and then following it up with “just a flesh wound” when Aranea asks about his eyes

and other things

I remember it now...


I just finished my rewatch of Eureka seveN after few years since last time. And I am a crying mess right now.

I remembered what I forgot through all those years. I was reblogging E7 related stuff on this blog for a long time now, but I didn’t feel anything. I was just mindlessly doing it out of habit.

But now I remember. How I felt as a 12 year old boy, who stumbled upon this show by pure coincidence. Ever since then I was mesmerised by it. I couldn’t wait till next episode. Nine pm, everyday. I remember the time when episode 50 aired. How sad it was to see that my favorite show, my favorite characters, my favorite world was gone. It felt like leaving something behind. Something really important to me.

Back then I thought that if Renton’s 14, then I still have 2 years to become as cool as him. This memory is so vivid it feels like it was yesterday. When I was a child, I didn’t know where lies the limit of human imagination. Eureka seveN felt real to me. I wasn’t looking at this show as a cartoon made by people. For me it was a real world. It was an experience. A journey.

This anime taught me a lot of things, With every year I gained, I was learning different things from it. I’m still amazed that even after 8 years, I can see new things in this show. New things I can learn from. This show taught me about family. About friendship. About love. That not everything in life works out. That to get something, to make something real, I can’t wait for it to happen. I have to do it myself.

About 4 years ago I think I forgot why I even liked this show. I thought I remembered it well. Well, I was wrong. Without realizing it, I forgot why I am so attached to it. But while I forgot a lot of things, it let me feel like I was watching it for the first time. I felt like a kid again. It felt like definitive end for my childhood, even though I’m 20 years old already.

But I remember it now…

I finally remember why I fell in love with Eureka seveN in the first place.  

anonymous asked:

Heyo~ So I was curious if we could have some fluff between Xander and Corrin and their two kids? Maybe Corrin has a breakdown from all the stress she is under and all the boys rally together to try and cheer her up? If possible could it end in the ever glorious cuddle puddle? Thx :3

(Want to change the name? Use this!

He heard the tears start from the other end of your quarters. Your office had been relatively silent, following the boys’ nap. He was just going to rouse them when he heard the sniffles and hiccups from inside.

His brow furrowed, silently leaning closer to the door to make sure his ears weren’t deceiving him. Sure enough, he could hear your sobbing inside.

Xander’s heart broke, his frown deep and distraught. What in the gods’ realms could’ve made you so upset? More importantly, how was he going to make you feel better?

He glanced towards the boys’ bedroom on the far side of the corridor. An idea suddenly touched his mind like the sun breaking through the night sky. He knew exactly how to help.

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The Stranger in the Bed - 1st Interlude
  • Fandom: Frozen
  • Pairing: Kristanna
  • Prompt: Kristoff Weekend, Ice (…ish)
  • Words: 2006
  • Rating: M
  • To: @upthenorthmountain and @ominouscloudsofarendelle who responded to ‘I have a weird fic idea’ with ‘tell me about it’ and then ‘you should write the thing’ <3
  • Warnings: Angst, post-partum depression, sex repulsion, explicit sexual content

Soft, yielding heat—enthusiastic hands pulling him closer—a laughing whisper in his ear that merged into other sounds of pleasure, warm breath sighing against his neck, and he was so close to feeling complete, so close—

“Anna—”

Kristoff woke in a snarl of blankets, mind foggy and body aching, and reached out for his wife. A distant cry made his hand stop short. Anna lay with her back to him, the quilt pulled up to the high neck of her nightgown. Her shoulders were stiff, and he knew she was awake, but she didn’t stir. There was no real need, after all. There were innumerable nursemaids to see to the baby. He pulled his hand back silently and scrubbed the heel of it over his face.

There was the grit of sleep in the corners of his eyes, sandy roughness along his jaw, but it was his stomach that felt as though it was full of stone, full of a cold, dull ache. And then there was another part of him that ached, but it was a persistent throbbing that refused to forget the heat of his vivid dreams. He sighed harshly and flung the covers back.

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Celebration Orlando

Finally had some decent sleep so here are some untidy notes from Celebration.

- Did not regret spending 2 nights in a row sleeping on the concrete floor and not showering. Was able to enter both the 40th Anniversary & The Last Jedi panel.

40th anniversary
- I cried as soon as they mentioned Carrie Fisher.
- Billie Lourd was incredibly strong. You could tell she was speaking fast not to get too emotional when talking about her mom.
- Seeing Harrison Ford was a real surprise.
- Hayden Christensen received a round of applause. Not sure if he was expecting such a warm reaction from the crowd.
- Seeing John Willians was an even bigger surprise. Not in a million year I’d expect him being there with an orchestra.

Last Jedi
- I still have chills. Everything was so incredible.
- Rian Johnson must have the time of his life and I regret not getting up to get his autograph. I didn’t expect him to stay for 4 and half hours and I was too tired to move when he showed up. He seems genuinely to care about Star Wars, the fans and the crew.
- BB-8 is so life like. I wanted to cuddle him. I like the idea of having him the Buster Keaton of the movie as Rian said.
- It’s so good to finally know more about Rose!
- KMT had a great story about how she managed to convince her parents that she was filming an indie movie in Canada for 4 months because she wasn’t allowed to say anything about shooting Star Wars. She even had mapple sirup sent over to cover her tracks 😂
- Daisy said something about Rey’s expectation concerning Luke, like sometimes you shouldn’t meet your heroes.
- Mark joked about him being such a troll that he knew nobody would believe what he said on April 1st about Luke having taken a vow of silence and communicating telepathically. @tehanufromearthsea immediately thought of your story.
- John was so cute when he said “Poe is my boy.”
- I gasped when I saw the first look at the character’s design. That picture of Rey walking on the cliff is so beautiful.
- Rian looked so revealed after the trailer when he came to announce they’d play it once more. Like genuinely happy! It was so great.
- The poster is so beautiful.

While watching the trailer
- OMG it’s here! I’m here! *squee*
- It’s less flashy than TFA.
- Leia wardrobe looks amazing.
- Luke is the Light, Kylo is the Darkness, Rey is the balance. *pees her pants*
- Scar!!
- The Resistance base is under attack. Oh noes!
- Much lore, Wow Force.
- Yaaaaaaass!!!!
- OMG OMG!!!!!

fight or flight

kirigakure saizo x mc (unnamed)

a/n: alright so an anon requested prompt 2 “please don’t leave me,” and i had this partial one-shot lying around and thought ‘well, that could fit nicely.’ and then it just. kept getting longer. and longer. and here we are. it’s a monstrosity i’m sorry.

@jemchew @demon-princess-anastasia @naerial @pasunny

Not her, he thinks, desperately, his consciousness clawing to regain itself. Not her. Anyone but her.

There’s blood running down his arms, his legs, his face—there’s blood between his fingers and in his eyelashes and it’s still dripping, slow rivers winding down his skin.

He pulls himself to his feet, reminding himself that if he dies, nobody remains to protect her, nobody remains to keep her from dying.

She’s strong, but she can’t possibly stand alone against an entire army.

He spits blood and starts running. He’s good at running. No matter how far she is, he’ll reach her.

The wind is hollow in his ears, but he reminds himself that the sooner he gets there, the sooner he can assure himself that she’s safe.

The sooner he can admit to himself just what it is that’s sending him flying this way.

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merchant-of-aegis  asked:

Dude yes okay I gotta semi angsty headcannons for you. If any of the Paladins end up in any kind of relationship, platonic or romantic, they can't sleep with anyone, even other Paladins, nearby because they've all gone thru some shit and the nightmares make them violent in their sleep. I view this as Shance, but it works with any of them. They could be dating for a while, years maybe, but they need separate rooms or beds for sleep because of violent outbursts. Makes up with lots o cuddles

ohhH MY GOOTNESS.

but can you imagine shance being unable to sleep next to each other. lance, who grew up with sleepovers with his siblings and cousins and friends, who was roomies with hunk and often slept in his bed just because. 

shiro, who doesn’t remember people very well but remembers that he used to enjoy being held in his sleep - he’s always filled the role of protector naturally, so being held in his sleep made him feel protected and loved. 

lance and shiro, who finally end up together after a lot of “omg just fucking kiss already jfc” from pidge. they take things slow at first, and it takes them like a week after they confess to each other to actually kiss.

and then of course that first kiss is sweet and slow and everything either of them wanted it to be. lance lets out this little breathy sigh and shiro just loses it, grabbing lance’s face and kissing him so deeply that lance really feels like he’s going to be swallowed by the storm of the black paladin’s passion. the best he can do is hold on and try to give back as good as he’s getting. it’s apparently enough for shiro, because the way he’s crowding up against lance, invading his space, and with someone in his personal bubble, lance hasn’t felt this much at home since he arrived in space. 

after that, pidge regrets all her comments imploring them to smooch, because they are clingy and schmoopy and gross everyone out by kissing literally everywhere. shiro is surprisingly shameless in his affections. he’ll hold lance’s hand when they’re all relaxing in the common area, and he doesn’t spring away from lance when they’re all but dry humping in the hallway and someone walks up on them. he’s got the decency to look a little sheepish, but there’s a lot of reluctance in his movements when he pulls away. in battle one day, lance makes a tight shot and shiro calls out “nice shot, babe!” and hunk squeals

so obviously it doesn’t take long before they’re advancing their relationship. their first time is in the middle of the day, spontaneous and filled with smiles and laughter. they’re docked on a friendly planet they’d helped liberate two years earlier, and the others are still out in the market. lance had led shiro back to the castleship, grinning and breathless as shiro kissed the life out of him along the way. lance started to lead them back to shiro’s room, but shiro diverted them with a snarky looking grin and took him to the lounge, where he laid lance back on the couch and worked several fingers into him before he fucked him slow and deep until they were both reduced to a sweaty pile of suspicious bodily fluids and dopey, lovestruck looks. 

it took them several more weeks before they ended up in an actual bed with one another - and fell asleep. that first time it happened, shiro was startled out of a dreamsleep by lance shrieking in his ear to please, wake up! focus slowly crept up on him and as soon as the reality of the situation dawned on him, he scrambled backward, flattening himself against the wall, a hand clapped over his mouth, grey eyes wide and feeling more terrified than the first time he ever saw the gladiator ring. he’d had lance’s arm twisted behind his back and one of his knees pressed between his shoulders, forcing that beautiful face into a pillow. 

shiro didn’t sleep that night, despite lance holding him and murmuring reassurances of his affections.

the next time they spent the night together, it happened again, except to lance. he’d always been prone to sleepwalking. shiro remembered that matt had been a sleepwalker too, so he knew how to handle it. gently guide them back to bed, don’t wake them up. woke up and saw lance standing in the doorway of his bathroom, murmuring to himself, eyes half lidded. smiling, shiro got up and spoke nonsense, quiet and calm, gently putting his human hand on lance’s shoulder. 

in an instant, lance’s eyes shot open, his mouth curled in a feral snarl, and he twisted shiro’s arm behind his back and body checked him into the opposite wall. when shiro managed to get his feet under him again, lance was dropped into a crouch, muscles tense and eyes still dulled with sleep. the blue paladin launched himself at shiro and they grappled. in some small, detached part of his mind, shiro wondered where lance had been keeping all of this strength - he could barely hold him off. 

lance managed to wrestle shiro back to the floor, and had his forearm pressed against shiro’s throat when his throaty gasp of “babe, i love you, please” managed to shake lance from his nightmare. 

lance flung himself at shiro as he coughed and spluttered, gasping for breath. lance gasped for breath as well, panicked sobs instantly overtaking his body and suddenly he was in hysterics, loud, uncontrolled bawling. shiro joined him, albeit far more quietly.

there is a mutual decision to not fall asleep together after that. 

it’s a strange dynamic that is introduced to their relationship. they’re in love, they’re adults, they’re warriors and survivors, but they can’t even overcome their own minds enough to sleep beside one another without trying to kill each other. 

lance cries a lot, and it rips shiro apart every time he kisses lance goodnight and watches him leave

they try a tonic from coran, some altean mixture that works to suppress dreams. it leaves them unable to block out the torrid thoughts during the day, as they have no escape in their dreams. they’re unnecessarily cold to each other and their teammates; they don’t take it more than a handful of times. 

this lasts for a year and a half.

eventually, they’ve freed more people than the number of galra they’ve killed. they’ve liberated more planets than they’ve been betrayed by some. they’ve scraped by more times than they should have died. the dreams calm down, if only just a little. so they try again.

shiro doesn’t remember people very well, but he remembers enjoying being held while he sleeps. he knows that lance wraps around his body much like the black lion wraps around his consciousness. neither of them lash out at one another, for the first time in their nearly two year relationship. he will remember lance, he knows. he’ll remember thinking that sunlight woke him up, shining bright on his face the next morning. he’ll remember the feeling, a warm and beautiful ache deep in his bones, when he woke up expecting to see the sun, and instead saw lance smiling at him. 

#114 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “one where the reader and van broke up around 6/12 months ago and the reader is in a relationship with someone else but it isn’t going very well and the reader and her new bf go to see catfish in a gig and van sings red and she realises it’s about her.” and “one where like you drunk text van like a couple months after you’ve broken up or something and like he comes pick you up and you tell him that you miss him and stuff like that and its cute??”


Watching Catfish and the Bottlemen become more and more successful was a double edged sword. It was all Van ever dreamed of, and God did the boy fucking deserve it. He had grafted since he was a kid, and you knew that. You knew he wanted to buy houses for his family and make people all across the world lose themselves in the songs he’d been writing his whole life. There was never a moment where you wished they didn’t get so famous. It wasn’t like that. But, what it was like was standing between the two blades on a pair of scissors. One handle was Catfish’s success, and the other was Van. The closer he got to it, to the dream, the closer you were to being all cut up and hurt and left behind. He never, ever meant it to be like that, but it happened.

Van would be on the road more and more. In the short few weeks he’d be back in your bed, he was distracted by to-be-written lyrics, and predictions for how audiences in countries he’d never been to would behave. All the other things you’d talked about as ratty teenagers faded into the background. There wasn’t a shared dream, and that alone was enough to push you out into the arms of your friends and other people. Van didn’t know about your friendship with Riley, nor did he know that it was probably more than a friendship. You weren’t a cheater, but it still felt deceptive, all the time you spent with Riley. When the guilt was too much, you told Van it was better for you both to go your separate ways.

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Holsom soulmate AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your skin. Several people requested this one, so hope y’all like it!


For a while, Ransom is pretty convinced Taylor Swift is his soulmate.

His soulmark happens to be the first line from the first song off her first mainstream album, written in a loopy script. He doesn’t know this until he hears Fearless playing on the radio, at which point he almost crashes his car in shock. He’s heard of Taylor Swift, sure, but he’s never heard her – he’s twenty-one, and he thinks he’s found his soulmate.

Of course, as several people worldwide reveal their Taylor Swift lyric soulmarks over the coming years, Ransom realizes there’s a good chance it’s not her.

But she’s the first person he hears sing those words, and even if she’s not his soulmate (he intends to meet her at some point just to check) Fearless becomes his favorite song. The twang of the guitar, the distinctly country feel – he’s never been one for country, but he lets it slide this one time. After all, it’s basically his song.

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Medical school is hard.

Really hard. And Ransom’s a delicate coral reef at the best of times, so he’s learned to manage his study time carefully. He gauges his mood and decides if he needs pure silence, moderate noise or overwhelming heavy metal to study in. His habits come down on the side of pure silence more often than not, but he has on occasion gone down to the music rooms just to sit outside the door and zone into his studying with a dreadful screeching and the crash of drums in his ears.

Today, though, Ransom decides that he’s itching for something else. Brown is an elite school and there are plenty of coffee shops littered around trying to capitalize on the highly stressed student population, but he’s not in the mood for seeing several other frazzled people with papers strewn across tables. Instead he opts for something slightly further out from college, about ten minutes away by bus, and hops off at Bits and Pieces at 2pm sharp. He’s never been to the cutesy café-bakery before, but he’s heard only good things about it from April, March’s girlfriend, so he decides to give it a try. He approaches the pale blue storefront and pushes open the door to the tinkle of bells.

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nellcher  asked:

Sycamore as a dad is a 10/10 concept but let me bring you this: The professor finding out his s/o is pregnant. Bonus if his s/o kept giving him hints but the man is so oblivious he couldn't catch it at first

GOD!!! I’M LIVING!!! THIS IS GONNA BE SO LONG BUT I LOVE THIS SYCAMORE IS SUCH HUSBAND MATERIAL!!!

Professor Sycamore versus Pregnancy

Round 1 
(the first twelve weeks)

- Sycamore honestly just thinks that his S/O is sick when he catches them with their head shoved halfway down the toilet, and is genuinely concerned but when it stops after a few days, he writes it off as the flu
when it happens a few days every week tho, he’s like ‘we gotta go to the doctor’ like this man’s doctorate is useless. he is a doctor in cute animals not people problems. His S/O talks him down from a doctors visit but he still brings them a bunch of vitamins and like anti-nausea medicines until the sickness seems to go away after a month or so and he forgets about it.

- When his S/O starts tossing and turning in the night, Sycamore is quick to figure out that their need for cuddling has gone way up - he loves it but he worries about his S/O’s sleep cycle and health when he’s away at conferences and has to pull all-nighters at the lab. Of course, he just thinks it’s that they’re just getting closer as a couple.

- To be honest, both of them might be in the dark at this point, but so far,
Sycamore Status: Oblivious as Hell

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Rebelcaptain fanfic: 5 times Cassian and Jyn shared a bed

But then again, you can be quick to envy someone else’s struggles when they appeared easier than yours. 

Read on AO3 


    1. 

    The first two weeks Jyn Erso simply didn’t sleep.

   It was that easy; she instead haunted Yavin base, wandering the endless corridors like the rebellion’s very own personal ghost. It was fitting. There were enough ghosts surrounding her, so she may as well invite them in, let them become a part of her. She would eventually pass out in odd places: inside a crate amongst several blasters, in the middle of the north staircase. Once, she was even found curled up inside the cargo hold of one of the transports. She might’ve ended up in Imperial territory if someone hadn’t found her.

   Cassian seemed to be the only one who was willing to dare approach her. She wasn’t aware of much, but she would hear the other soldiers make the call (“Captain? Uhhh … yeah, sorry, but we’ve found Erso again,”) and knew he was the one who would come for her. She was liable to lash out at anyone who dared try and wake her, but the man was nothing but patient and Jyn didn’t know whether she loved or hated him for it. He would wake her as gently as he could, before sliding his arms under her slight weight. She would protest weakly, but the truth of the matter was that her brain was tired, confused and dangerously spiralling, and she would let him take her to the sickbay.

   “You’re going to hurt yourself soon,” he would say gruffly as she dozed half-conscious in his arms.

   But the dark abyss of sleep threatened to swallow her whole every time she tried. Every time she closed her eyes, her ghosts were faithfully there to keep her company. Rogue One would hang over her head, the blaster shots, the explosions, the pain and the exhaustion of the battle. The tears she’d been unable to choke back as she watched her father’s message, her cries as she held his broken body in her arms – all of it would flood her in sleep until she was sure she was slowly being driven insane.

   Cassian kept bringing her to the sickbay, probably because the man just didn’t know what else to do. Somewhere in her mind she recognised this and felt the guilt churning, knew that he was worrying over her, wanted to make it better somehow, but didn’t have the first clue how. She used to be so good at sleeping. She was a thief, a liar, always on the run, always trying to keep her head down and hide; she had to be good at sleeping whenever she got the privilege. Where had that Jyn Erso gone?

   Maybe she really had died on that beach.

   She didn’t recognise any of the parts of herself that were left, after all. 

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anonymous asked:

It's probably not enough, but anything with Zen /// your MM stuff is so cute!!! Plus, whenever he talks about his inner beast, I can't help but think of him as a goddamn tickle monster u//u thank you for your hard work!!!

A/N: Thanks for the prompt, omg I ended up writing this very bad Zen-tickle drabble but omg. I’ll just post it u/////u<33 

Word Count: 898


‘Are you suuure you won’t come to me?’ you typed, smirking a little. You were in Zen’s house, sleeping in the spare room, because Zen wanted to be such a gentleman and not devour you on your first night at his place. 

Not that you would have minded… But no, Zen was more like ‘I won’t be able to control myself! We have to save it for a special time!’ – something like that. Still, this wasn’t like Zen at all, more what he wanted to believe himself to be, which is why you ended up teasing him through messages.

‘No my dear, I will be a good boy and keep my hands off you,’ was Zen’s gentleman-reply. 

‘What if I wanted your hands on me? ;)’ You clicked your tongue and waited for his answer. Maybe that was a bit too straightforward? You added a heart emoji, and Zen was now typing his response.

‘…. Watch it honey,’ he said, and you chuckled.

‘Why?’ Maybe you just wanted to provoke him. You didn’t want gentleman-Zen, you wanted naughty Zen, the sexy man who would always tease you through messages and phone calls, but end up crawling in a corner once you were actually with him.

You’re waking up my inner beast ;)’ Zen replied, and your heart fluttered a little. 

I would love to meet him ;)’ It remained quiet on the other side now. Then you heard the loud thumping of Zen’s bare feet nearing your room, and before you could prepare for what was coming, the door swung open and a roaring Zen came speeding in.

“Eeekk!” You threw your phone away and pulled the blankets over your head, but Zen jumped on your bed and playfully snatched them away.

“You said so yourself! Meet my inner beast!” Zen growled, and your eyes widened when he grasped both your sides and squeezed. Wait, what?

“Zehehhen what are you – !” Giggles poured out of you and you tried to swat at his hands. After climbing higher on top of you so he was sitting right on your tummy, Zen’s fingers started to dig in the upper area of your tummy, right above where he was sitting. Yikes!

“Ohgohohod that tickles! Zeeenn!” you whined, throwing your head back and your arms batting helplessly at your attacker. Zen grabbed both your arms, pinned them beside your head and leaned in until your noses were touching.

“You said you wanted to meet my inner beast, without knowing what it is like,” he said in a warning tone with a smug smirk, and you blushed. Leaning to the side and tickling your ear with whispers, he then told you:

“My inner beast loves to tickle.” Well fuck. 

Zen’s hands moved back down and scribbled their fingers up, pushing your shirt up towards your chest like you had hoped he would have done to you earlier this night for different purposes.

“Wahahait Zen! You know I’m tihihicklish!” you complained, laughing wildly when he continued to tickle you without mercy. 

“Very ticklish, and I love it,” Zen said in a sexy voice, tickling your bare sides and ribs until he had you thrash around like a banshee. 

Chuckling at your reactions, Zen moved up even higher on top of you until he was sitting right below your chest, and you panicked a little when you realized how this position left you completely immobile.

“Gotcha nowww,” Zen said, wiggling his fingers, and you were already being tickled without him actually toucing you. Just the way he talked to you and his movements were enough, and you tried to lift your head off the pillow and screamed.

“Noooo pleheeaase!” Zen tickled right through your drama-act and wriggled his fingers under your arms, tickling your armpits and scribbling his fingers over your neck, cheeks, ears and shoulders every now and then. 

“Heehehe no wahahait!” you whined when Zen freed one of your arms and took it out from under his weight, but instead made it worse for you by pinning it above your head while his other hand ravaged your underarm. 

“How about it? Do you like my inner beast?” Zen was so mocking you. This was your well-deserved reward for desiring to get intimate with your sexy lover Zen on your first night at his place. Or well, probably for tempting him to.

“Merceehehe! Mercy!” you cried out when he kept tickling your armpit with energy you had never seen in him before.

“Will you be good and sleep here?” Zen teased, and you nodded your head hysterically.

“Yehehes!” Zen smirked and tickled you more.

“Will you continue to tease me?” he asked, and you shook your head, laughing wildly and thrashing.

“NOohoh!” Finally his tickling ceased and came to an end. Zen smiled at you, kissed you fondly and leaned in to whisper:

“Just tell me when you want to meet my inner beast again.” He then climbed off you and left you alone in the room to catch your breath and suffer from the after tingles. Oh well, it wasn’t such a bad idea to save ‘it’ for a special time.. Right?

You curled up under the blankets and squirmed a little, still feeling Zen’s fingers all over your body. Gosh was he ruthless, but you caught yourself thinking you’d actually pretty much would love to meet Zen’s inner beast again…

Consequences (BTVS 3.15)

This is part of my ongoing Buffy Project, where I write notes/meta for every episode in an attempt to better understand the characters and themes of the show. You can find the full list here. Gifs are not mine.

Consequences is pretty single-minded in its focus on the fallout from Bad Girls. Buffy is feeling guilty and weighed down by the Deputy Mayor’s death (literally in her dream of drowning). Faith is keeping her from breaking the surface by not allowing them to tell. The body is found and Wesley sends them to investigate what happened. 

The way you read both sides of the Faith Goes Dark storyline depends on your personal interpretation of the characters. Personally, I think Faith has too much pride and too little trust to admit to anyone that she did something wrong. 

Faith: When you gonna learn, B? It doesn’t matter what kind of “vibe” a person gives off. Nine times out ten the face they’re showing you? It isn’t the real one.

No matter how good or trustworthy a person may seem, Faith doesn’t buy it. People are liars. Faith is kind of obsessed with getting people to admit things about themselves they’d rather not look at, but that’s another essay. In Faith’s mind her good qualities are the ability to remain “five-by-five” and detached. It’s her armor against the world, and taking responsibility would require laying it down. I also think that she senses that, though it could have been Buffy that committed the murder, it wasn’t and that makes all the difference. Killing him lit something in Faith that it wouldn’t have in Buffy; it sent her over the edge. And the other characters sense it too. 

Buffy: I am trying to protect you, Faith. If we don’t do the right thing it will only make things worse for you.

Angel: She killed a man. That changes everything for her.

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anonymous asked:

I can't get Kent singing 'for good' from wicked out of my head for some reason. I don't even know why he's singing it but damn it won't leave me alone. Also Broadway Kent who can sing, does his own special version of Ariana grandes Into You for tater (I'll never be over that song). Also imagine tater by knowing much but Kent always talks about Hamilton and tater surprises him with tickets !! Or buying front tow tickets to the new show Kent is doing for like a week straight to show his support!

yes yes!!! to all of these!! (also unrelated but i got inspired so here’s an angsty meet-Jack-again backstory thing ive been thinking of for the broadway Kent AU)

Kent kind of got the idea that Tater doesn’t like musical theater as much as he does like watching Kent perform (although Tater is fascinated by ballet and can stay awake during the entire thing; Kent can’t stand ballet–there’s that one scene from The Mindy Project that he’ll always remember, where these two guys observe a ballet practice and one of them has to pinch his own nipple to keep from falling asleep–Kent knows which one he is). Point is, Tater shows a lot of support by buying him all these tickets and attending the same shows over and over, always ready at the end with a huge bouquet of flowers and the loudest, most boisterous claps. 

But Kent still hasn’t been to one of Tater’s games.

Yes, of course he wants to, and yes, it’s mostly because their schedules rarely match up, but he knows Tater wants to introduce him to the Falconers officially before he does the namedrop so it can be a fun surprise, like “Hey, I’m dating Kent Parson! He’s famous! He sings and has like a bunch of Tonys and once he voiced a character in a Disney movie. Yes, that Kent Parson!”, blah blah blah. Which is all good and well, since he knows Tater’s fiercely proud of his team and in turn, the Falconers are fiercely proud of Tater, so the problem doesn’t necessarily lie in Kent himself.

It’s Jack Zimmermann, their alternate. 

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Q&A with Jay Park
  • Request: Can we have a Q/A with Jay as the bf. You are a singer as well, so basically you met at a concert :) and now you were friends before becoming a couple.. And it was SsamD who pushed both of you to confess that you like each other haha full of teasing pls
  • I hope you like it : )
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  • After watching Simon’s Q&A with his girlfriend, Jay wants to do one with you. Both of you are always busy due to hectic schedules - Jay with his label and you with your singing career. Luckily for both of you, Jay has found some time between his work and you were in Seoul for a press tour for your new album. So Jay asked you to come into the studio to do the Q&A with him along with Simon who will be asking the questions and doing the filming.
  • Jay: Simon, you can’t ask any other questions except the ones on the cards ok?
  • Simon: I know, I know. I've done this before so I should I know better than you, Park Jae-Beom. Ok, I'm ready. Action!
  • Jay: Aiight. Hello everyone, My name is Jay Park and I'm here today with my lovely girlfriend aka [Y/N].
  • You: Hi!
  • Jay: Just a hi, babe? No I'm here with my sexy boyfriend? I'm just messing with you babe so we're going to a Q&A today just like the one with Simon.
  • Simon: They like to copy me. Anyway the first question is where did you two go on your first date?
  • You: First date? I think we were both in your hometown, Seattle. Jay asked me to go this local Mexican place. The food there was amazing!
  • Jay: Yeah, we went to Luna Azul. Shout out to them. Go check them if you're in the area. We didn't do much after hey?
  • You: No, we didn't. It was raining that night so we went back to your house.
  • Jay: Damn right, we went back to my house. I pressed her buttons that night hehe
  • You: What buttons? I think you meant your PS4 controller babe because we played games that night as well.
  • Jay: As well...
  • Simon: Ayyyy TMI. Save those stories to the end.
  • Jay: Whatever man. Read out the next question.
  • Simon: What are your thoughts the first time meeting each other?
  • You: We met at Justin Bieber's concert. We were both in same VIP room.
  • Simon: What did you think of him?
  • You: I thought he was a very cold person at first because he wasn't really talking to anyone besides his crew. But also, very imitating.
  • Jay: Imitating? Who, me?
  • You: You're right. Jay is like a very enthusiastic.. puppy. He may look like a cold person but once you start talking to him, he's very funny and sarcastic.
  • Simon: What about you, Jay? What did you think of [Y/N]?
  • Jay: I noticed her well before we all got settled in the room. I thought, wow this girl has a very pretty smile and also that ass!
  • You smack Jay on his chest.
  • Jay: I'm sorry baby. Seriously, her smile lit up the room. I was very hesitant to talk to her because I thought she already had a boyfriend. I mean, someone that good looking wouldn't be single.
  • Simon: And ahem who told you to go and talk to her first? Before the Biebs would ask her to go to his after party.
  • Jay: It was you, Simon. He purposely pushed me into her. But in seriousness, I'm thankful for that. Otherwise I wouldn't be as happy as I am today.
  • Simon: Aww too cute, Park Jae-Beom. You better mention me during your wedding. So what is the most romantic thing that he/she has done?
  • You: The time when Jay flew out to Taipei to surprise me on my birthday. I didn't know but when I left Seoul to go to Taipei, Jay was on the next flight out. But he didn't show up until my concert the next night. He surprised me on stage. I kind of hate him for that because I cried and it ruined my makeup.
  • Jay: Do you know how hard it was knowing we were in the same hotel and having to avoid you?
  • You: What was hard, Jay?
  • Jay: I can't say it because Simon is here.
  • Simon: I'm sure I know what I mean Jay. You don't need to speak in codes.
  • Jay: Anyway, I think the most romantic thing [Y/N] has ever done to me, well actually she usually does it when I have a shit day. [Y/N] always prepares a bath for me. You know, with those cool bath bombs and candles.
  • Simon: You in a bath tub? That's an odd picture. Ok, what are each other’s worst or annoying habits?
  • You: Jay's tongue!
  • Jay: My tongue?
  • You: You're always sticking your tongue out. It's so annoying when I want to take a proper picture. Like your tongue should stay inside of your mouth baby.
  • Jay: That's not what you wanted or said last night.
  • You smack Jay across the chest again.
  • Jay: Haha. And you have the bad habit of taking my jackets and caps. To make things worse, she would pack them into her bags when she leaves. It's fucking winter right now and all I've been doing is wearing layers.
  • You: Good. Wearing layers would make it look like your arms are big and muscly.
  • Jay: Hey!
  • Simon: Alright love birds. Next question what is your ideal date night?
  • You: I prefer staying in you know, just a home cooked dinner and Netflix is fine. Plus I get to show Jay how to cook.
  • Jay: Yeah. Given our crazy schedules, it is always nice to wind down and relax.
  • Simon: That's nice. We're nearly at the end of this, are there any weird fantasies/kinks that you have or into?
  • Jay: I've seen shit going around saying that I have a daddy kink..?
  • You: Ha!
  • Simon: Does he, [Y/N]?
  • You look at Jay.
  • Jay: Fo real tho, I don't.
  • You: He actually doesn't but when he's annoying, I use that against him which makes it worse sometimes and he would pun-
  • Jay: Aye baby don't give away too much.
  • You: Oops, sorry...
  • Jay: Also, I'm just going to straight out tell them this. I like seeing [Y/N] strip.
  • Your face was blushing and you could feel your cheeks burning up.
  • Simon: Okay, last question do you two have any funny, embarrassing sex stories?
  • You: There are many, right Jay? I remember the one with your song. I'll tell it. We usually listen to music when we um do it and there was this time when one of Jay's songs was playing. What was it again?
  • Jay: It was Do What We Do.
  • You: That's right. So apparently, the track was like the first recording Jay made and at the end, you could hear Simon and Gray talking. They were having an argument of what's better - dumplings or ramen. It was so weird hearing them because I thought they were in the same room as us. So awkward and I couldn't stop laughing afterwards.
  • Jay: Yeah and that was the last time we ever have songs playing in the background.
  • Simon: Aha, sorry guys. Okay that's all the questions, now say goodbye to your fans.
  • You: Thanks for watching this and I hope to do another one soon. Mwah!
  • Jay: Thank you and please go support my baby. Her new album has just dropped, go listen and buy it now! Peace! AOMG! Argh!