but it had to be done okay

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My loot from my Tokyo trip this past weekend!

The Marui shop had a lot of things sold out, including the ribbons I wanted. (Which they restocked THE DAY AFTER I WENT) So I at least managed to grab Akashi’s shirt. To be honest I didn’t know what the print said apart from Emperor Eye because the text was so small on the website, so I died when it said “Always Right” XD NBA collab had a lot of merch sold out too so managed to get the keychain and pen. Got Midorima and Kagami for my cafe coasters and tried a couple badges and at least managed to get Akashi and Midorima, my top 2 GoM. I also tried the Special Room-Kuroko and Kagami chapter at J-World (The attraction where you get to interact with 3D Kuroko and Kagami) and since I bought a presale ticket I got a Seirin club entry form clearfile!

tanktoptiger  asked:

Jikook 9

hey angel ily (i hope i dont let u down)

9. things you said when i was crying; jikook

Golden maknae his ass. How could he be worth of that title when he couldn’t even get his voice to not crack in the high notes? When he couldn’t even get one simple dance move right? Hoseok said it was okay, the choreo was really hard, but deep down he knew he was expecting more from him. Everyone was.
It got worse when he dropped Jimin on the ground during a no more dream’s rehearsal for a concert – the terrible sound of his hyung’s body hitting the ground still resounding on his ears. They had done that a million times over – he had never dropped Jimin once –, but it seemed like his mental state was affecting his physical strength and everything was just so damn shitty.
From this day forward, he kept working on gym nonstop, wanting– no, needing to be stronger. However, each day spent in front of those glass mirrors was only useful to make him even more aware of all his flaws. All the imperfections on his body and face he wasn’t allowed to have.
The pressure was growing bigger within each day until it hit a point he couldn’t take anymore. He missed his mother, missed his family, his house – he missed the days he just felt normal and not like an useless burden to everyone around him.
He knew his members, and even the managers, were going easy on him because he was younger – that’s why he also knew he wasn’t allowed to feel that way he was feeling. He wasn’t, but what could he do when the pain was only growing bigger evey day? He was already trying to hide it as much as he could from the hyungs, not wanting to be a stupid kid sticking around their shoes, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t and it fucking hurt, but it was also refreshing when the tears washed his cheeks, simultaneously warm and blazing.
He was alone. Alone and weak in the dance studio, his inner demons pulling up a battle, but there was something relaxing about it. Everyone was already home, so it was okay. He could cry. At least for one night. He could, right? No one had to know.
But Jungkook belatedly realized – in a pent up breath of shock and shame washing over him –, he wasn’t really alone when Jimin appeared with a towel around his neck, black hair still soaked from shower. There was no way he could hide himself behind the couch, or dig a whole in the ground to bury himself there. There was also no way Jimin wouldn’t realize the reddish skin around his bruised eyes, from too many harsh rubs. He had no way out so he just accepted his fate and silently fought a sob. He could only wish Jimin wouldn’t see him in the poorly lit room.
“Jungkook-ah?!” Maybe not that day. “What are you doing over there?”
Jungkook heard him getting closer, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up, too embarrassed to show his hyung how much of failure he was.
“Jungkookie?” Jimin crouched down in front of him and it was when he realized it, concern spreading over his face in a second, “Oh my god, what happened?! Hey, Jungkookie! Look at me…” Jimin kept searching for his eyes worriedly, but Jungkook just couldn’t. He couldn’t because he was trying so hard to not break, but Jimin’s voice had the contrary effect on him. It kept him on the verge from falling and– he just couldn’t. “Jungkook…” Jimin reached for the younger’s cheeks and it wasn’t like electricity, but it was like fire, Jungkook’s skin instantly burning from the touch. A sob escaped from his lips and it was all it took for Jimin to pull him closer in the tightest hug he had ever received.
It was so warm and comfortable it made Jungkook completely forget why he was holding back in the first place. He smelled like washed clothes, soap, and most important of it all, he smelled like home.
Suddenly, Jimin’s shoulder was completely wet with Jungkook’s tears, but he didn’t seem to mind it, dragging the younger further onto his lap, tight arms around him trying to build the safest shelter he could ever.
Seeing Jungkook cry was definitely the most heartbreaking thing Jimin had ever gone through.
When the boy stopped shaking under his touch, Jimin slided his hand into his hair, drawing soothing circles with his thumb on the back of his neck. He leaned against the wall – Jungkook’s body still glued to his chest –, and waited. He wasn’t going to say anything – Jungkook was, if he needed to.
Jimin just wanted him to know he was there for him, nevertheless.
“I’m no good, hyung…” it came some seconds later, his body shrinking within each word, “I don’t know why y'all keep telling me that I am, ‘cause I’m not.” Jungkook sniffled, and Jimin searched for his hand to intertwine their fingers. “I let you fall, hyung.” The maknae hid his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck, tears overflowing from his eyes once again. “I hurt you, how can y'all even say I’m good enough after this…”
Jimin closed his eyes, throwing his head back; searching for words to say. “You know…” he started, squeezing Jungkook’s fingers on his, “Remember when I entered the group? The first day I arrived? I was so nervous I couldn’t even sleep. I heard all of you had been chosen for a company or two, but only bang pd-nim had wanted me so I was really insecure. I worked the shit out of me to keep up, because I kept thinking I was not worthy. I’m not going to be an hypocrite, I still think like this sometimes. We all do. But in one particular day… Ah, I was terrible, Jungkook. I was feeling insecure and homesick, and all the bad things at once. I couldn’t stop feeling like a real trash, but…” Jimin giggled and Jungkook felt a little tug on his heart, “You appeared in the middle of the night with bedhair and a pillow, whispering 'hyung, can I sleep here?’ Do you remember?”
Jungkook smiled.
“Yes…” his voice sounded muffled against the skin of Jimin’s neck.
“It was the first time we had ever shared a bed, but you kept talking about that game you were addicted to and about that favorite character of yours, and… eventually about how I reminded you of him. His coolness and such.” Jimin laughed again. “Aish, I felt so warm and relaxed that night I couldn’t quite believe it. I don’t know where I’m going with this, really, it just– You felt more than just enough that night, Jungkook-ah. For me.” Jimin slightly blushed, but he didn’t find the time to bother, “I know feeling like you’re no good sucks, but… You are. Really. You are way more than that, and not only for me.” Jungkook pulled away just enough to look Jimin in the eyes, which got the older to instinctively brush his fingers through the messy strands of hair sticking to his forehead, shoving them backwards to hesitantly place a soft kiss on it. He kept his mouth on Jungkook’s skin while murmuring, trying to ignore his heart violently knocking against his ribcage, “Take this things out of your mind, please… I can’t even bring myself to imagine spending a single day without you.” Jimin leaned down, touching their foreheads and drowning into Jungkook’s eyes – their hands still clasped together, only a breath apart between them “How can you be possibly not enough?”

First Time [a E2!Barry Allen smut]

Request: I know you must have so many asks and things that people are asking you to do but can you please make a earth 2 Barry Allen smut like his first time and just yeah ( whenever you can YOU must have a life and stuff to do than just Tumblr😭❤️)

a/n: oh boy earth 2 barry’s first time


WARNING: Smut


“O-okay.” Barry agrees, shifting on the end of the bed nervously. “Um, should I… get undressed?” he gulps, toying with his long fingers as you come to stand in front of him. “I’ve n-never had… done this before… like… ever.” he admits bashfully, curling his shoulders; soft fabric of his burgundy cardigan touching his ears.

Abruptly, you stop, hand hovering around his striped gray bow tie. Did you hear your boyfriend right? “You… Wait, wait, that’s why you’ve only fingered me before?” you gasp quietly, carefully sitting down next to him. That comment makes Barry blush harder; face turning a tomato shade of red.

His styled chestnut locks bounce when he scoots farther up the queen sized bed, tan trousers riding around his ankles. “Yes…” he says quietly, fixing his spectacles to gaze at you. “I-I wanted t-to wait. For you! For-for the one I want to spend forever with…” he sputters, pressing his knuckles together awkwardly, focusing his bright mossy green eyes on his lap. “I-I know it’s silly b-”

You cut him short by forcing your lips on his, hands cradling the back of his head. With a gasp, the brunette presses his hands to the side of his hips, bracing himself while you suck on his bottom lip. Whimpering quietly into your mouth, Barry shuts his pale eyelids, feeling your lips move to the corner of his lips.

Starting to leave open mouthed kisses along his impeccable jawline, your fingers work on the buttons of his pearl white shirt, popping them off one at a time, leaving the bow tie for last. His breath hitches as soon as your fingers touch one of the moles on his upper chest. “Y/N…” he whispers, peeking down, watching you pull his tie; it unravels.

Then, very carefully, you allow your hands to creep up to his slender shoulders, pushing both the button down and the cardigan off. Barry blushes, pale freckled cheeks becoming rose pink at his exposed chest. “You have very nice abs, Barr.” you mutter, running your hands down his torso, ending at his belt. “Is this what you want?” you ask, looking at him through your eyelashes.

He nods slowly, cupping your cheeks in his palms to tilt your face up. His lips connect with yours and he cocks his head to the side, moaning softly when you unbuckle his dark brown belt. You continue to kiss him as you shimmy his pants down his long legs, letting him kick them off.

Sitting back on his thighs, his lips linger on yours, eyelashes feeling heavy- too heavy for his eyelids. Barry flutters his eyes open, watching you peel your shirt off, giving him a front seat to your breasts. Gulping, his trembling hands wrap around your waist traveling down to the edge of your underwear, slowly pulling them down. Discarding them, you place your hands on his chest, nibbling on his jaw.

He moans low, squeezing his eyes shut when you sink down on him. “Oh… sweetheart… I…” he breathes, panting as one of your hands moves to push his glasses up.

You slowly rock your hips on his, attempting to be gentle. The movement makes your breasts jiggle in his face, causing him to blush harder. Speeding your pace, you hear a muffled groan drop out of him; lens’ of his glasses partially covered in fog. “Are you close, Barry?” you ask, feeling his dick twitch as you bounce.

Gulping, Barry nods, thrusting his narrow hips once before his mouth hangs open and he cums. A tiny smirk appears on your face when you hear his blissful moan again. Nibbling on your lip, you follow him, hair dangling in your eyes while your body shakes.

Getting ahold of yourself, you climb off him, falling at his side. Barry, with his hair matted to his forehead, glasses crooked, pulls you to his chest. “I-I’m glad I waited.”

anonymous asked:

Do you think Alec treats Magnus horribly? He's always hurting him.

Honestly? No. But I also think there’s a big difference between “treats him horribly” and “hurts him”.

Alec does hurt Magnus. But that’s never intentional. He doesn’t do things or say things with the intent of hurting Magnus. Sometimes he doesn’t even realize he is hurting him. It almost always comes from a place of just not knowing how to handle the situation. He doesn’t know how to handle being in a relationship or being open about his desires or honest about who he is.

So yes, Alec hurts Magnus, but he actually treats him very well.

Alec makes a conscious effort to be kind to Magnus. Even in season one. For instance when they share strength and he holds Magnus and asks if he’s okay. And when he’s cleaning Magnus’ couch and saying Magnus had done enough with his magic. In season two he apologizes when he’s in the wrong. He thanks Magnus for helping to keep him alive. He purposefully misses his shot at pool to make Magnus feel better. He buys Magnus that gift. He cares and he treats Magnus very well, especially considering he has no idea how to be someone’s boyfriend.

But it is still a learning curve. He still makes mistakes. Yelling at Magnus about Jace and then about Isabelle and Raphael. But those instances aren’t about Magnus, really. And even Magnus knows that. And Magnus has made it clear that even if he understands where those negative actions are coming from, he’s not going to just put up with it. He’s not Alec’s punching bag.

Honestly, they’re just so very honest and healthy? I’m always shocked when I stop and really think about it. They’re super open in their communication, they’re honest, they care and they’re supportive. It’s just so good. Even when it’s a little bad.

Daily Reminder from a Fitblr Mom

It’s Monday and I hope you had a great weekend!

If you indulged during the weekend, that’s okay! Treat yourself every once in a while. :)

Big things start with small choices, so take baby steps. You’ve got this!

You know what’s best for you, so don’t let anyone make you question your choices.

Make sure you eat well!

Don’t forget to drink your water!

After you’re done with work or school or whatever you have planned take a 15 minute walk to clear your head and destress from the day.

You are important and people love you. ❤️

15 million is here

I’ve finally found the time to peruse Tumblr a bit to see all the amazing artwork you guys have been posting for the fifteen million milestone. It’s incredible to see this immense outpouring of love and support from the community.

I just got back from spring break and was 40,000 feet in the air when the channel hit 15,000,000 and I’m so incredibly happy to see what I’ve missed on here since then. I myself had planned to make this epic JSE cake to commemorate the occasion - bought a ton of stuff two weeks ago in preparation - and as you can tell, missed the opportunity to get it done in time.

But that’s okay. Because after seeing all these posts and all this amazing artwork, I’ve noticed that these milestones are so much more important than making some silly cake (although cake is delicious). It’s not just the gifts and the pictures and the posts, it’s about people behind those gestures and those words. The love that each of you - each of us - has for this community is astounding. I appreciate each one of you so much.

And that is what is truly worth celebrating. Congratulations @therealjacksepticeye. Congratulations us.

anonymous asked:

42 with james willems? where's he's the one saying it to reader. :)

You cheered as you and Bruce won another mini game. The two of them took a shot as you and Bruce did a stupid little dance with each other.

James growled and stormed out of the room.

“I’ll be right back,” you told the other two boys before heading out to the hall where James had run off to. You caught him pacing and grumbling. “Hey, sore loser the game isn’t even done yet.

James looked up to you, clear upset at something, “It’s not that!”

“What then? What has you so worked up?” you crossed your arms.

“Seriously?” he raised an eyebrow. You nodded and he sighed, “Stop being so cute. Okay?!”

“What?” you dropped your arms, taken aback.

“Do you know how frustrating it is to work with someone you like? Someone so cute?” he slurred just a bit.

“Yeah actually I do. So I’ll knock it off as soon as you do.”

Imagine if One Direction had just won an award and got up there and said, “This doesn’t have Zayn’s name on it, does it?”

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atla | zuko | wait for it

Sadly, this is as HD as the ATLA episodes get, but I hope you give the video a shot anyway and maybe experience some of the emotions I had making it.  Big thanks to @worddevourer for having this idea and my twin sister @splickedylit for consulting with me during its creation!

Song: Wait For It from Hamilton
Show: Avatar - The Last Airbender

The Trampoline

Summary: Dan’s very gay and very in love with Phil, who has always been 100% straight. Also, there’s a trampoline.

Word Count: 5.3k

Genre: smut

TW: underage drinking

CHECK OUT THIS AMAZING AS FUCK ART @giuliandsexydoghat​ MADE FOR THIS!!!!

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Since you lost your vision, he’s been anxiously sitting there the whole time…..

How can I make up for it…..Fuzzy?

I guess I’ll play ball with you!

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I’m crazy into black dusty backgrounds, the mother-son dynamic of Princess Leia and her son and Daughter lyrics … So I combine that shit.

so listen how about this headcanon I got that Serizawa has read a billion stories because did you even see that bookshelf in his room and it was the only way for him to explore the world and Reigen picks up on this so to get Seri more confident at talking to strangers and out loud in general he gets Seri to come over to his place and read him stories and Reigen hasn’t had time to read in years so he ends up getting really into them and then it’s just like

a thing they do

so anyway

korra: i have to find my own path as the avatar.

katara: i know you do. aang’s time has passed. my brother and many of my friends are gone.

zuko *flies by on his dragon*: KATARA WHAT THE HELL

toph *pops up from a hole in the ground*: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE WE’RE DEAD!

katara: sometimes i can still hear their voices…

“I love Rouge she’s my fave”

“But her design is just awful, sexualization much?”