but hey i posted something

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me too, plagg… me too.

Marichat May (Identity Reveal)

welcome to adrien inner mind theater (again-ish)

my headcanons are that this nerd reads a lot of shoujo manga and that he really does think he’s beautiful af so here you go—

anonymous asked:

So I was rewatching Miraculous (again) and I just felt like you would understand that wonderful shipper feeling you get when you see the scene of Chat Noir smiling at Marinette's family photo in Animan.

NONY, YOU REALLY GET ME. BECAUSE, OK, ok. Like, I’m not sure why I never made a post about this but now that you brought it up I’m just??????? heck yeah let me talk about this—

because there is more to this scene than you know, anon. THERE IS MORE. So slip on your shipping goggles cuz we about to swim deep in this ocean of shipping feels~

See here, we have our sunshine baby Chat smiling at a picture of Marinette and her family. Now, that in itself is already oodles of cute and fluff because it shows he really likes the Dupain-Chengs—–

BUT WAIT—– THERE’S MORE!!!

See this moment here? When Ladybug calls him, he reacts like this:

What is that face, you tomcat?

Is that guilt i see in your face?

WHY ARE YOU A GUILTY KITTY?

Is it because “the love of your life” has caught you smiling at a photo of some other girl? Or is it because you caught yourself smiling at a photo of some other girl? In the general vicinity of the love of your life and the other girl’s parents?

HMM??

HMMMMM??

are ye guilty of another crush? y/y

headband tae??? CAN I GET A HELL YEAH

(ref cr. mbc)

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Baz, Dev and Niall

“Dev and Niall, bless them, act like I’ve arrived eight minutes late to breakfast, instead of eight weeks. Dev nudges Niall, and Niall gives me a bored once-over, then moves the teapot away from my spot, which they’ve left empty. Good men.”

[ask me anything!] 

Warmth and Comfort

A little something I wrote based on @shir-oh-no‘s post about Lance napping on top of Shiro. And I decided to make him sick bc I’m a ho

Word Count: 564

Extra Notes: College au, set in December, just after finals end


Lance is a good napper. Everyone who knows Lance knows that. He can lay down for thirty to forty five minutes to recharge, no problem. He can just close his eyes and pass out in seconds. He can nap in complete silence just as soundly as he can nap with Hunk, Pidge and Keith playing video games and yelling at each other. Lance can nap like nobody’s business.

But only when he’s laying on top of Shiro.

Now, it wasn’t always like this.

Before he met Shiro, he didn’t need anything to help him nap, he didn’t need anything or anyone specific to help him fall asleep, he could just nap with no problem. Even when he did meet Shiro, he didn’t need to be laying on him in some way to nap (even though he did very much prefer to be).

And then Shiro got into a car accident.

Ever since then, Lance doesn’t nap if he’s not with Shiro. Because no matter how much anyone says it to him, if Lance hadn’t been taking a nap that day, Shiro wouldn’t have gotten hurt. So now, Lance doesn’t nap, let alone really sleep without Shiro.

So when Lance got back to his apartment after finishing his last final of the semester and saw Shiro laying on the couch watching TV, his head pounding and his muscles aching, Lance saw no better opportunity to take a quick nap. He kicked off his shoes, shrugged off his snow dusted backpack and coat, and made his way over to the couch. Shiro opened his arms to his boyfriend without missing a beat, and Lance all but collapsed into his warm embrace.

“How’d it go?” Shiro asked, toying with Lance’s hair, still damp from melted snow from outside.

“Mmmh.” Lance grunted, not wanting to aggravate the growing soreness in his throat. “Tired.” He stated simply.

“I can tell.” Shiro chuckled. He began combing through Lance’s hair. “Do you maybe wanna take off this sweater before you pass out?” Shiro asked. “You’re warm.”

Lance grunted again, shaking his head and burying it further into Shiro’s chest. “Cold.”

“Are you getting sick?” Shiro asked, brushing his hair away from his forehead to feel it. The heat settling underneath his skin was enough of an answer. Shiro pulled the soft fleece throw blanket on the back of the couch over Lance and himself, smiling when Lance sighed as he was wrapped in the extra warmth.

“How’s your nose?” Lance asked, his voice rougher than usual. Shiro chuckled, reaching up to brush the large scar across the bridge of his nose.

“Better, better.. It’s almost starting to feel normal again.” Lance nodded into Shiro’s chest. Lance sniffled, and Shiro giggled. “It’s doing better than yours, apparently.” Lance smiled.

“Stupid snow..” Lance mumbled, just about ready to pass out. “Making me all sick ‘n stuff..” Shiro let out a small laugh.

“We’ll get a read on that fever when you wake up, yeah?” Shiro suggested. “Get you some tea and keep you nice and warm. How’s that sound?”

“Mm..” Lance agreed. “You’re good at that… Keep'n me warm…” Shiro smiled, leaning down and kissing Lance right on top of his head.

“Just get some sleep, alright?” Lance hummed happily, his breathing falling into the steady rhythm of sleep. Shiro hugged Lance close to him, and Lance hugged back. They’d deal with his fever later. Right now? All Lance needed was Shiro’s warmth and comfort.

a louis tomlinson mixtape

11th dimension // julian casablancas ☼ all of this // the naked and famous ☼ back to black // amy winehouse ☼ barely legal // the strokes ☼ dancing in the dark // imagine dragons ☼ dreams // fleetwood mac ☼ for him. // troye sivan ☼ here comes the sun // the beatles ☼ home // one direction ☼ ilysb // lany ☼ in my way // muna ☼ laid low // the naked and famous ☼ leave before the lights come on // arctic monkeys ☼ lose it // oh wonder ☼ mad sounds // arctic monkeys ☼ radio // lana del rey ☼ rebel rebel // david bowie ☼ slow poison // the bravery ☼ such great heights // the postal service ☼ sweet creature // harry styles ☼ sweet disposition // the temper trap ☼ your guardian angel // the red jumpsuit apparatus

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the harry styles mix

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favourite films: pride and pejudice

He’s been a fool about so many things, about Jane, and others… but then, so have I. You see, he and I are so similar. 

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elegancer  asked:

hey love, I saw you posted something about discounts for uni students and I wanted to know more about it? i really need to update my wardrobe but don't wanna spend all my hard earned cash ya feel? x

Yeah babe, so it’s this site for university and highschool students where they offer discounts on heaps of stores - both online and physical, so like up to 50% off ASOS,  Princess Polly, Topshop, Sephora, General Pants etc. They also have discounts for other stores like Apple, Telstra, Microsoft and all those tech uni necessities, so it’s perfect for basically everything!! If you wanna sign up, head to this link myunidays.com/r/C8w9vDEVqYs you just need a student email account (and it’s totally free!!) xx

Thin Walls (Jaehyun x Reader)

Rating: M, as hell

(A/N) Hey! Long time no see! It’s been a minute since I last posted something or filled a request, and the guilt of not doing so was slowly eating away at me lol I managed to throw this one together after forever and it took so long because I was struggling hard core on the actual smut. It’s just so difficult trying not to repeat a scene I’ve done previously in the exact same way, etc. But finals are coming up, and I’ll be trying my darndest to chip away at these requests as best as I can! Hope you all enjoy this one!!!

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Moving to one of the biggest cities, you had your hopes high, but not too high. You knew it wasn’t a perfect place, with perfect people who had perfect lives and perfect apartments. There were the dumpster divers, the druggies in the alleyways, and the snobs that flaunted their glittery 24 caret plumage on their wrists and necks, suffocating themselves with mink coats and expensive cigarettes. But you were determined to ignore all of it, the people who mattered were like you; starving, but alive, living their big dreams regardless of the struggle. You clung to those people, the places they frequented, and learned to love and appreciate the side of this city that was your new home. You were stable and free now, able to pursue the things you enjoyed and make a living to support yourself. 

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