but the constant is forever the best

Boyfriend! Jimin

Jimin would be the type of boyfriend that is really playful. He would try his best to make you laugh 

And sometimes, he would even tease you in public and around other members 

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But then pretend to be all innocent and act as though he did nothing wrong 

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Overall though, he would be a really sweet boyfriend. 

He would forever give you little kisses and do his best aegyo for you ( even though its lowkey cringy when he tries to force aegyo)

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But it always makes you smile, which is why he does it. 

I also feel like Jimin is a hugger and so you would always get hugs from him, OH! and LOTS of cuddles !!!

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(ignore the caption ^^)

But let’s not forget, Jimin has a naughty side !

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Jimin is the type to run his hand up your thigh whenever he is in the mood. 

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And whisper dirty things in your ear. 

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And let’s not forget, his constant lip biting just to tease you and pushing his hair back because he KNOWS it drives you crazy.

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And that look he would give you when he is needy:

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But he is a sweetheart at the end of the day, so every day spent with  him would fill your day with happiness. 

Bonus : Pink haired Jimin (ah~ i love it so much)

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bluesey ? ?? ? is literally one of the Purest Most Wholesome relationships ive ever read with my own two eyes  .  Y’all . that scene ? ?? ? where gansey tucks blue into his overcoat?  11/10  . every single one of their phone calls? ?  truly Inspiring . top notch  . the topest notch , , .  the scene where they’re being all secrety and whispery and gansey lets out this “tremendous” laugh suddenly and he just looks So Pretty smiling and blue’s thought process is literally “oh no!”? ? thats some . Quality stuff my friends . Quality  . and  that one scene, ,, , where all the boys go to nino’s because blue’s working and they wanna show her the magic box and gansey just .. joyfully cries “Jane!” like, it’s not even really a bluesey scene but fam ,,,. Fam. also,,, lets not forget the lampshade scene . “whatever sort of lamp it belonged to, Gansey looked like he wanted one” can you believe gansey looking at blue with constant heart eyes is a for real canon thing . brings a tear to my eye that does :’’’’) . and then theres the scene where blue literally thinks “she just wanted to keep being Gansey’s best friend forever, and maybe one day also have carnal knowledge of him.” have y’all ever read anything so Good? golly . and then of course . .. .. theres the yogurt scenes . … fam i love those scenes so much for multiple reasons but one of those reasons is that. blue literally has to Look Away when gansey puts the spoon in his mouth . binch . what do y’all think she was thinking then? ? the same thing gansey was ? something  l e w d  probably lord knows that girl has no chill,, ,,, jesus .then theres The Scene .. y’all know the one . . the “I like you an awful lot, Blue Sargent” scene ..  .. .The Scene That Cured All My Ailments. . aLsO tHaT oNe ScEnE wHeRe GaNsEy LiTeRaLlY ,,, “I suppose… She makes me quiet.” yEA H SHE DOES BOI YEAH SHE DOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not to mENTION1!! THEIR PRETEND KISSES AKA THE SCENES WHERE I MCFREAKING LOST IT  , ;;FITE ME BLUESEY IS SO G O OD 

Thoughts on Quiet BPD

When asked about BPD, most people who know about this disorder immediately think of the “classic” symptoms: impulsive behaviors and episodes of rage. The same holds true for even mental health professionals.

But rage and impulsivity are only two out of the nine criteria in determining whether someone has BPD. Some people with BPD—myself included—meet the criteria for a diagnosis but do not use these “acting out behaviors.”

So what does it mean to have quiet BPD?

You probably still suffer from extreme mood swings and emotional reactivity, self-harm and suicidal ideation, chronic feelings of emptiness, paranoid ideation, dissociation, a lack of identity, and the intense fear of abandonment we love so very much (disclaimer: we hate it.).

And it may well be that your relationships are stormy as well—even if the other person has no freaking idea how distressing said friendship is to you.

How is that possible? Well, we feel the same things other people with BPD feel: we idealize you and become deeply emotionally attached to you, then suddenly we become emotionally cold and distant toward you over just a minor disappointment, we’re kept awake at night by paranoia that you secretly hate us because you didn’t text us back immediately, we spiral into crushing depression over the littlest things you say and do.

But the difference lies in how we express it.

With “classic” BPD you may tell the other person what you’re feeling. You may accuse the person of lying to you, avoiding you, abandoning you, etc. You may display anger toward the other person or get into arguments. The other person becomes aware of what you’re thinking and feeling. Not so with quiet BPD.

I almost never tell my friends what’s going through my mind unless they ask. I’m too terrified of being a burden to them. I internalize this tempest of dysphoria, letting it fester for weeks and months. I will drop off your radar, distancing myself from you without you even noticing. Unless you reach out to me, you’ll never hear from me again. I’ll isolate myself, forever convinced you hate me and that you’re better off not dealing with my burdensome self… even if there’s no evidence to suggest this. Even if we’ve literally been best friends for years.

You may not notice this shift at all, simply because I don’t express it. The friendship may not be distressing for you, but it’s sure as hell distressing for me. I’ve cycled through so many friendships in this way, in near constant agony as a result—and the vast majority of my friends had no idea.

I’m obsessed over this idea that I’m a burden. That my very existence is an annoyance to everyone, and so I very frequently deny myself the very emotion so often associated with BPD: anger.

I loathe myself so much I feel I don’t have the right to be angry for myself.

Sure, I can feel anger all right. If you slight a friend or family member of mine, I cannot begin to describe the rage that wells up inside me.

But if you insult me? I’ll sink to depression and probably agree with you (this has happened multiple times).

People with different types of BPD respond differently to the same triggers. For some, if they feel you’re going to abandon them or that you don’t care about them, they respond with anger. Others act impulsively in hopes of relieving some of their pain. But I respond by turning inward. I justify these “signs” that everyone in my life hates me—the same signs recognized by people with “classic” BPD—by deciding that if I’m going to be abandoned, well, it’s because I deserve to be. If you do hate me, it’s because I am, in fact, absolute scum. My BPD takes these signs and twists them into reinforcement of my extreme self-loathing. If anything, I’ll be angry with myself.

This translates into “acting in” behaviors that aren’t as obvious as impulsive behaviors. I self-harm and don’t tell a soul about it, I lock myself in my room and cry for hours, I become so emotionally numb I just stare at the wall all day, I’ll sleep for an entire weekend to escape my pain, I’ll even deny myself food because what’s the point of extending my lifespan, especially if I don’t deserve it?

Any kind of BPD sucks, quiet or otherwise. But raising awareness about quiet BPD is crucial: professionals may not realize we have BPD because we don’t fit the “classic” model, and thus we end up spending years misdiagnosed or in treatment that doesn’t address what’s actually going on with us. We could be spared YEARS of additional suffering by getting the correct treatment as soon as possible. So let’s raise awareness, shall we?

“maybe, in another world, you’re just two boys tangled up in plaid sheets.

your armor is his worn sweatshirt, threadbare in all the right places. your helmet: his knit cap, the one you pull off of his head whenever he least expects it.

your hands aren’t meant to hold a weapon, not anymore. they tangle in his hair instead, intricate braids woven on lazy sunday afternoons, framing his face and falling gracefully over his shoulders.

somewhere in your mind, there’s the memory of waves slapping against rocks, loud and aggressive, a call to war that dragged you away from everything that had ever felt safe. the sounds here are softer. birds find a home outside your window, and their songs align with the sound of his steady breathing beside you each morning.

the room you share smells like coffee and hair conditioner, and feels more like home than anywhere else ever has. his clothes smell like him, and he never minds when you wear them.

the blood that once rushed in your ears and seized your heart in violent stutters is nothing more than the shower running now, every morning at the same time. sometimes you’ll join him, and other times you’ll lie in bed, listening to him sing until he wanders back to you. his damp hair is always wrapped in a towel on top of his head, and you both laugh.

in fact, there isn’t any blood here at all, just empty soda cans on your dresser, and a teapot sitting on the stove. he always puts fig leaves in his tea, and the notion stirs something in your heart that you can’t name.

he’s different here too. you’d love him in every universe, but his eyes never lose their brightness anymore. his hands hold yours without shaking, gentle and soft, and you can’t help thinking that this is how he was always meant to be. he never trembles in his sleep, and there’s a peacefulness to his face that never falters.

you aren’t afraid of losing him here. that’s the best part, isn’t it? he is a constant. achilles, achilles, achilles. you never feel like the ground is falling out from under your feet, and you’re never struck with the realization that he won’t always be beside you. “we’ll have each other forever,” he promises you, and you believe him.

maybe, in another world, you’re just two boys who love each other, and there isn’t a war or a prophecy to separate you.

maybe, in another world, you wake up every morning to the feeling of his lips against yours.

maybe, in another world, you’re happy.”

         -dear patroclus, i promise you there’s a place where everything is okay // jc

Tell You Later

Warnings: lots of nsfw, cursing, will give u tom feels

Summary: you and thomas have been best friends with benefits for almost a year now, however he want’s it to be more and can’t find the moment to tell you that.  My first smut so bear 🐻 with me.  ft. slightly sub!tom

concept by Lili (@osterfieldz) story by Zara (@tomsleftbrow)

word count:  2358

key: the first part is toms perspective, flashback,  __________ denotes perspective change

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I feel like this is when I should tell you how much I miss you, but a part of me knows you probably don’t care. If you did, we’d probably still be friends…right? But I still hope you think of me on occasion and miss me too.

It’s been months since we last talked who would’ve seen that coming? I know I definitely didn’t. So much has happened since we last spoke, and I’ve wanted you to know it all. Isn’t that twisted? Even though we’re no longer friends, I still want to tell you all the things I used to. And it sucks because you’re not that person to me anymore.

You were the one person I was supposed to be able to count on for anything. You used to be a phone call away but suddenly you stopped answering. You were supposed to always look out for me but then you forgot . We were supposed to be friends forever but the next thing I knew, we were growing further and further apart

But I guess that’s life. Nothing is constant and no one owes you anything. And even though we’re not friends anymore, I still want to thank you. Thank you for being my best friend and dealing with everything that comes with that. Thank you for the nights we stayed up til dawn just talking and laughing. Thank you for being honest and genuinely caring about me. Thank you for taking me for me, and never letting other’s judgments get in the way. Thanks for never sharing those embarrassing pictures you took of me. And thank you, thank you, thank you for being the best friend I needed during that part of my life.

And even though we are no longer friends, I just want you to know that I could never hate you. Trust me, I’ve tried. It sounds awful, but I thought it would be easier to get over losing you if I could hate you but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was hurt when you left, but I will never hate you. You were my best friend. And despite how things ended up, because of that, I will always love you.

Sometimes, I still scroll through pictures of us and smile. I see screenshots of old conversations and laugh. And whenever I see something that reminds me of you or an inside joke, I almost always almost send it to you. I don’t think there will ever be a day when you don’t cross my mind at least once, but the sadness and hurt are fading, and I’m learning to look at you as a cherished memory.

Everyone chooses their paths in life, and I guess your path just no longer intertwined with mine. But I hope you’re happy. Because I really do wish you the best. I hope you’ve found someone new to send all those weird memes too, to stay up on the phone with on the nights you just can’t sleep, to binge watch Friends with, and to equally complain and celebrate about all the things with

Just know that I don’t hate you and that I’ll always love you. Know that I cherish the memories we made and wouldn’t trade them for anything. I’ll always check your snaps and Facebook posts to make sure you’re doing okay, because some things will never change. And know that even if I don’t go up to you the next time I see you, I will always be grateful to have called you my best friend.

Sincerely, Me.

—  loyaltyxoxo, #bestfriendbreakups #dearyou 

okay i saw john wick 2 yesterday and i just realy love this franchise 

  • ruby rose playing a deaf assassin whom everyone uses correct signs to communicate with (including john)
  • also john speaks Every Language so fkn cool
  • lawrence fishburne playing a character who when he meets up with john says, “ this man and i we go years back” asjkjdakbkdba
  • the concierge at the continental volunteers to look after john’s doggo
  • delving a little more into the lore and politics of the assassin syndicate john works for
  • we all know keanu is an ageless being of chill but i love how john wick as a character shows his injuries slow him down and hurt him and he groans in a constant state of being DONE cos i get sick of action heroes who are just constantly fine to run and jumb and shit even when they’ve been stabbed in the nuts
  • john’s doggo following him everywhere???
  • keanu reeves giving people the thigh grip of death at least a dozen times 
  • actually filmed on location for all the scenes in rome which is SICK honestly some of the best scenes
  • all locations in the movie seem to have been deliberately picked because they are aesthetically dynamic (i.e. the showdown in the mirror exhibit)
  • ian mcshane is forever mr wednesday now sorry i don’t make the rules
  • i just love john wick as a character so much?!?! he’s not motivated by notions of toxic masculinity (like so many other shoot em up protags) he’s just out here like “oh u killed my dog and took my car and burned down my house??? hang on lemme put my doggo in daycare and then i’m gonna kill everyone u know cos fuk u i haven’t got anything better to do now” 
  • (admittedly, the second film had a very vivid self harming scene and on some scenes the sound editing was so whack i thought i was gonna go deaf but i still enjoyed the film as a whole)
When You Love Somebody

@prompt-master ;) ;) This one’s for you, love! 

Here’s a ficlet!

One would think that multiple kids passing out on stage would elicit a scene of mass chaos, but to Michael’s surprise, the events following Jeremy and the others collapsing on stage were calm and orderly.

Those who had parents attending the show were whisked away by moms and dads while the rest of the audience filed out of the theater. At some point, the paramedics were called, but Michael couldn’t tell when.

His sole focus was, and still is, on Jeremy. He had crawled over toward his unconscious friend and cradled Jeremy’s motionless body to his chest, rocking back and forth as silent tears streamed down his cheeks, and he stayed like this, lost in rippling thoughts over what to do if Jeremy doesn’t make it, until a gentle voice washed over the two.

“Son? You mind if we take this young man here?”

For a moment, Michael tightens his hold around Jeremy. He looks up to the owner of the voice, blinking past the tears to see a calm, smiling face watching him with care. There’s a pair of people climbing the steps of the stage behind him with a gurney, and Michael finally relaxes his hold when he catches sight of them.

The two with the gurney arrive, and together, all three paramedics get Jeremy fastened onto the portable bed.

Before he knows it, Michael is climbing to his feet and stumbling after the paramedics, after Jeremy.

“I need to go with him,” Michael calls out, voice shaking as he struggles forward against buckling knees. “Please,” he presses, voice cracking desperately as his words catch in his throat.

One paramedic stops and turns toward Michael, and Michael staggers toward him, gripping the paramedic’s arms tightly to steady his swaying form.

“Please. I have to…. He’s my best friend…” Michael’s choking out words that struggle to find voice against the gasping sobs slipping up his throat. He’s suddenly so scared. He can’t think past the fact that Jeremy is being wheeled away without him. “Please,” he presses, sniffling loudly.

The paramedic’s brows furrow, but he nods all the same. “Of course,” he tells Michael. “You can come, but I need you to try and breathe for me, okay?”

Michael frowns at this, but then his mind catches up to the fact that he’s not breathing, and he sucks in a shaking breath and nods.

“Good,” the paramedic says with a soft smile. He drapes an arm across Michael’s shoulders, and the two start toward the ambulance.


As if God is watching down and spiting them, there’s traffic on the way to the hospital, and while the paramedic riding along in the back of the ambulance assures that Jeremy should be fine because his vitals are all okay, Michael’s on edge.

The constant stop and go jerking of the ambulance paired with Jeremy looking so pale and so quiet leaves Michael tense to the core. He’s hunched over on the small bench, and he keeps one hand tightly within Jeremy’s, staring and willing his best friend’s fingers to curl into his hand, to give any sign of life other than the slow rise and fall of his chest.

For minutes, Michael sits like this, and he would stay like forever, but the paramedic suddenly clearing his throat has Michael looking toward the older man.

“Does Jeremy have any family you can call?”

Oh. Shit. Fuck. Michael has forgotten all about Mr. Heere. What’s he supposed to say? How is he going to even attempt to explain to Mr. Heere that Jeremy took a pill containing a super computer and had a giant battle with it? What is he-


Michael releases a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding and meets the paramedic’s worried eyes.

“I’ve… I can call his dad. I just need a minute.” Michael tells the man, and when the man nods, Michael reluctantly releases Jeremy’s hand and slumps back against the wall behind him.

His thoughts are at war with one another. There’s shouting to tell the truth verses shouting that he can’t do that to Jeremy. His mind is a giant conflict desperately searching for a resolution while his heart hammers against his chest.

It takes a solid three minutes until he can breathe, and it’s only then that he fishes his phone out of his pocket with a trembling hand. His thumb hovers over Mr. Heere’s speed dial number, and he swallows down the lump in his throat and presses down on it before bringing the small phone to his ear.

After three rings, a voice echoes from the speaker.

“Michael? How’d it go? Did you save our Jeremy?”

Michael’s heart pangs painfully in his chest as his eyes fall onto Jeremy’s unconscious form. “Uh, about that…”

Perhaps it was the tremble in Michael’s voice or the lack of vibrant vibrato, but Mr. Heere can tell almost immediately that something’s wrong.

“What’s wrong, Michael? What happened?”

“Jeremy… He… He’s…. We…”

“Come on, Michael. You can tell me.”

Michael breathes out a shaky sigh. “We are on our way to the hospital…”

“What!? Is Jeremy-”

“He’s okay,” Michael interrupts. “Well, he’s not, but he will be.”

“What happened?!”

Make a choice, Michael tells himself. “Someone said he took some pill to calm his nerves before the show, and he ended up passing out.” It’s not, Michael thinks, his story to tell, but he will definitely be at Jeremy’s side if the latter ever decides to tell his father the truth.

“Jesus Christ.” A pause. “I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

Before Mr. Heere can hang up, Michael shouts “wait!”


“Make sure you wear pants.”

okay. I just gotta talk about the iconic westallen wedding for a second.

So, let’s just start by saying that my babies send out their wedding invitations, and were going to start planning their wedding. They sat on their couch laughing because they both felt light and free, everything that had been weighing them down for the past few months was finally gone. They were free from everything standing in the way of their happiness. But then of course the speed force had to be a jerk and ruin everything by kind of killing Barry (?? not really ?? but ?? kind of ??) anyways, I have no doubt that the first couple of episodes of season four, if not the first episode, will end in Iris rescuing Barry from the speed force, because she is his lighting rod, Iris West-Allen is the one person to always save him, and rightfully so. 

So, fast forward to the iconic westallen wedding. This better be an event. I’m talking season 4′s crossover event, it’s not realistic that Kara + team Supergirl, the Legends, and Team Arrow wouldn’t be there. If they have some crappy makeshift wedding at Star Labs I’ll personally go and egg the writers houses. Anyways, it’s going to be this giant elaborate beautiful wedding with a bunch of fairy lights and pretty decor that has the same look/vibe as their apartment. The guests consist of Team Flash, all their friends from the multiverse, Cecile and Joanie, Linda, Jay, and some other people that are close to them. Iris will be wearing an elaborate yet understated wedding dress that makes her look like a freaking queen, and Barry will be crying before she even walks down the isle. When Iris comes down the isle, Joe will be sobbing and holding Cecile and Wally’s hands. Cisco will be grinning ear to ear because his best friends are about to get married. The wedding will be performed by Harry or someone close to them, because it’s going to feel more close and personal. Barry will give an insanely long speech about how through all of their struggles and challenges the constant in their life has been their love for each other, and they’re going to continue fighting their battles together. He’ll say that he’s been in love with her forever, and he will love and protect her for eternity. Iris will be crying, but then one-up Barry with a speech just as incredible, that makes everybody in the room cry. She’ll talk about how it took a long time for them to finally get to each other, but she wouldn’t change their story one bit. She’s loved him her entire life, and she will continue to love him “until death do us part.” She knows that he will always protect her, and promises to protect him right back. 

Their first dance will be to “Runnin’ Home to You”. Barry will sing to Iris under his breath as her head rests on his shoulder, and even though everyone is watching them it feels like they’re the only two in the world. They’ll spend the entire night whispering “I love you’s” in between conversations and peppering each other with kisses. Later in the night Cisco and Cynthia will be tearing it up on the dance floor and Barry and Iris will be watching from their table, laughing at their friends and at the promise they made to each other years ago at a night club. They’ll look at each other and smile, remembering that conversation and thinking about how far they’ve come since then. Joe will steal Iris away for a dance, where they’ll laugh and talk about memories of Iris planning her wedding when she was little. She’ll also dance with Wally, and they’ll both wish Francine could be here with them, but be so insanely happy that they found each other. Barry will sit with Joe and reminisce about the past, and Barry will once again reassure Joe of his love for Iris, and Joe will tell him that he knows there is no one better to be with Iris than Barry. 
Barry will find every opportunity to call Iris “Mrs. West-Allen”, and at the end of the night they’ll sit with her head rested on his shoulder again, watching everyone talk and laugh, and she’ll whisper in her ear that they should get out of here “Flash”. They’ll say their quick goodbyes and Barry will speed her home, and insist that he “carries her over the threshold” even though Iris rolls her eyes and laughs, saying it’s silly because they’ve lived together for over a year. But she’ll go along with it because it’s Barry, and she’s going to go along with every cheesy and wonderfully romantic thing Barry does for the rest of her life, because they’re going to spend the rest of their lives together.

            HOLY SHIT !! So it’s been five years today since I decided to join Tumblr and start a blog for one of my favourite characters of all time. It’s been an incredible journey, with lots of ups and downs but my love for Gwen never left me and it’s because of you guys that I was able to bring Gwen to life in ways I never would have thought possible. You’re the ones who loved and supported me through all my bullshit and allowed me to grow both as a writer and a person. I met some incredible people during my time here, people who’ve been with me since day one and friends I made just last week. You are all amazing and I am so thankful to have you all in my life. Below are the people who helped make my blog what it is. Whether we’ve been partners for years, just met or if we just see each other on the dash with a like or reblog, I love you guys and you bring my dash to life  If I forgot anyone I’m so sorry, just know that I love you all !

                                                                                                            xoxo – Katrina

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Given how quickly humans age, I feel like the trolls would be equal parts proud and sad to see their human teammates grow and mature into fine young adults, and then continue growing into experienced protectors and full-fledged guardians.

It’s bittersweet, because on one hand they’ve come so far from the times when they could barely fend for themselves, and now they have their own stories of battles past. On the other hand… they’ve grown so quickly. Too quickly, almost. It’s less than a decade before their bodies are physically matured, and they’ve reached their full heights and grown into their forms. Still not nearly the size of most trolls, but they are bigger than they were, and stronger, especially with their continuous training.

(i wonder if Draal ever looks at Jim and feels guilt for the fact that he tried to kill him, especially when he was so young)

What’s more, they are mentally matured sooner even than most humans, forced to grow up, to adapt and change in the face of a war that wasn’t technically theirs to begin with. They’ve had to cope with grief, loss, keeping secrets from family, facing horrors few people even know exist. They manage as best they can with support from each other and the trolls, but the cracks are still there.

And of course, humans don’t live forever. They would all keep fighting for as long as they could, and barring any sort of crippling illness or injury, if they kept up an active lifestyle they’d be able to keep at it for decades. (and there has been the suggestion that repeated exposure to Heartstone Trollmarket, as well as constant proximity to artifacts imbued with magic, might grant the humans a somewhat longer life span, especially in Jim’s case) even so, they wouldn’t last much longer than a century.

One way or another, they would have to say goodbye for good. Jim’s sould probably follows the lead of the previous Trollhunters and remains with the amulet.

On a lighter note: can you imagine if Draal became the next Trollhunter after Jim finally dies.

Grumpy Ghost Old Man Jim. Draal making jokes at Jim’s ghost about how since he’s finally dead, now an actual troll is Trollhunter as it should be, and Jim is just “Excuuuse me.” The near constant banter every time Draal enters the Void.

(also, imagine if Draal did something stupid and the next time he enters the Void both Jim AND Kanjigar are there, giving him that disapproving Dad look)

So Flirty - Derek Luh, Sammy Wilk, Jack Gilinsky Imagine


Being the only girl in a squad can be fun, but it surely isn’t always easy especially if you have very flirtatious best friends like I do. 

I just turned 19 and I’ve been friends with Derek Luh, Sammy Wilkinson and Jack Gilinsky since I was 13 years old. I’ve always been more comfortable being in guys’ company than girls and there’s a reason for that. 

When I was 12, I had a best friend named Ashley. We were inseparable. We were literally every single day together hanging out and doing fun stuff. Everything was perfect for about a year and then, my “bestie” started to hang out with the girl that we used to hate to death and blew me off. I was devastated, I couldn’t believe that Ashley would ever do that to me. I had thought that our friendship was going to last “forever”, but she ruined everything. But that’s not all, there was one boy that I was so in love with, his name was Adam. He was really cute and we would’ve always made and eye contact when our eyes would met and it was really cute. But then, this bitch started dating him as soon as we stopped hanging out. I was so hurt and mad. I wanted to rip her hair off. She knew I liked him and she did something like that. 

As I was deeply disappointed in girls’ friendships, I didn’t want to have friends anymore at all, especially not female friends. But then, I met these three; Luh, Wilk and Gilinsky. When we just started to hang out, I was really scared to get too close to them just because I didn’t want to be hurt by them like I was by Ashley so I didn’t taker our friendship seriously at all. But as the years were passing, I realized that they’re nothing like Ashley. After 3 years of non stop hanging out with my new 3 best friends, I knew they were here to stay. 

‘Sammy,’ I whined ‘Let me go.’ 

‘Noo’ He protested tightly holding his arms wrapped around my waist. We were watching a movie for 2 hours in his and G’s house and we were cuddled into each other and I really had to pee, but he didn’t want to let me go. 

G didn’t want to watch the movie with us because we’ve all seen in a million times, but Sammy got sick a few days ago and the cold was still holding him so I had to please him and watch the movie again. I always treat him like a baby when he’s sick. Well, not just him, all three of them.

‘I’m gonna pee in my pants,you idiot’ I chuckled. 

‘But your boobs were so comfy and I was just about to fall asleep.’ He said and I rolled my eyes. 

‘I’ll come back in a minute.’ I said managing to pull out of his tight grip. ‘Gosh, Sammy’  

I was literally running upstairs to the bathroom and when I finally reached it, I just rushed in without even checking if someone was already in there and what happened? 

‘Jack, oh my God!’ I screamed as I saw naked Gilinsky stepping out of the shower. I quickly covered my eyes and turned around. ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were in there and I have to pee really really bad.’ I started apologizing. 

‘It’s okay, y/n.’ He said. ‘I don’t mind really.’ 

‘I’m gonna leave..you to..get dressed’ I said reaching for the door knob, but when I tired to open the door, it didn’t want. ‘Why-? Jack, why this doesn’t want to open?’ I asked. 

‘Fuck, did you slammed the door?’ He asked. 

‘I didn’t, they slammed itself.’ 

‘Shit, now we’re stuck.’ 

‘What? Why??’ 

‘These doors are broken and you need to close them really slowly or else they’ll get stuck.’ He said. 

‘Great, G, you’re telling me this now?!’ I said frustrated squeezing my thighs and still trying to open the door. 

‘Wait, let me try’ He said. 

As he stood behind me, I felt his bulge poking my butt and he purposely thrusted himself a little into me. ‘Jack!’ I said slapping his arm and moving away from him noticing that he had a towel around his waist now.

‘What, baby?’ He laughed. 

‘Fuck off’ I chuckled rolling my eyes. ‘And hurry up with opening the door. My bladder can’t hold on anymore.’ I said and he laughed again. 

‘Well pee, I’m not gonna watch you while you’re peeing.’ 

‘But you’ll hear me’ 

‘Y/n, just fucking pee’ He said. 

At this point, I didn’t have choice and I just had to do it. 

‘Don’t you dare to peep at me’ I said taking ma yoga pants off. I sat down on the toilet and finally let the piss out of me. ‘Fuck’ I breathed out as I was overwhelmed with a feeling of relief. I saw Jack turning his head a little to peep and I threw a roll of toilet paper at him hitting him in the head. ‘Jack!’ 

‘Now I’m not gonna give you back the toilet paper because you hit me with it’ He said. 

‘Jaack, c’mon’ I whined. ‘I’m done, I need it’ 


‘C’mon, don’t be an asshole.’

‘If you kiss me, I’ll give you the toilet paper’ 

‘Okay, just give me fucking toilet paper!’ I said and he threw it back to me.

I mean, only my friends can blackmail me with the toilet paper. 

I flushed the toilet and came over to the sink to wash my hands. after I dried them, Jack turned me around lifting me up, sitting me down on the sink and standing between my legs. 

‘You promised’ He smirked. 

I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek. I pulled back and he raised his eyebrow at me. ‘What?’ I chuckled shrugging my shoulders. 

‘Seriously? I didn’t mean kiss on the cheek’ 

‘I know, but I’m not gonna kiss you, you’re my best friend, you idiot.’ 

‘I know you want it as much as I do’ He said trying to seduce me by pushing his head into my neck and leaving a kiss there. 

‘Jack, stop’ I laughed pushing him back and then he laughed with me too. ‘Open the door, I’m not planning to be stuck with you here forever’ 

‘Oh, but I do’ He smirked and I rolled my eyes at his constant flirting with me. ‘Sammy!’ He yelled. ‘Samuel, come upstairs and rescue us!’ 

It was around 2 a.m. and I was laying in my bed and watching some youtube videos since I couldn’t sleep for some reason. Just when I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep again, I got a call from Derek. 

‘Y/n…’ He whined. By the sound of his voice, I immediately knew that he was not sober.

‘Derek..’ I sighed. ‘Why are you drunk again?’ 

‘I was feeling like shit and now I feel even worse. I need you to come and pick me up’ 

‘I’m really tired, call Jack.’ 

‘Noo, I want you, please, I’m sad.’ 

‘Uh, okay, I’m coming. Just tell me where you are’ 

I sat in the car and started driving toward the club that Derek was in. 


‘Let’s get you upstairs’ I said struggling to take him into his room. 

‘You know, I’m really happy to have you’ He mumbled. 

‘I know you are’ 

‘If there wasn’t for you now, I’d have to drive by myself and who knows, maybe I’d get into a car accident’ 

‘Oh my God, Derek. Don’t even think about things like that.’ I said shaking my head. I don’t know what I’d do without three of them and I don’t even wanna imagine a life without them. 

‘I love you. So so much.’ He said taking my face between his hands as we reached his bedroom. 

‘I love you too. Now go lay down on the bed while I go get you some water, okay?’ I said and he nodded. 

As I came back into his bedroom, I almost dropped the glass filled with water when I saw Derek naked laying on the bed. 

‘Oh my God, seriously?’ I asked turning my head. ‘What is wrong with everyone today? Why do I have to see everyone naked?’ 

‘I sleep naked.’ He said. 

‘Nice to know.’ I said sarcastically. ‘First Gilinsky, now you.’ 

‘Gilinsky? Why did you see him naked? Did you cheat on me?’ 

‘It was accidentaly, of course.’ I said. ‘And I did not cheat on you because we’re not even together’ I rolled my eyes. 

‘I know, why do you have to rub it in my face?’ He asked almost starting to cry. 

‘Oh my God, you’re so drunk, Derek.’ I sighed. I covered him with a white quilt cover and moved his hair out of his face. ‘Sleep now, okay? I’ll come to check on you tomorrow.’ I said. 

‘Won’t you stay here with me like you always do?’ He asked pouting. 

‘I can’t tonight. I have something important to do tomorrow.’ I said. ‘I’m going. Goodnight.’ I kissed his cheek and he kissed mine before I left. 

‘Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?!’ I was going crazy cause I couldn’t find my other nude heel that I needed. I was about to start crying cause I couldn’t find it when I remembered where could it be. 

I quickly sat in my car and drove to Gilinsky and Sammy’s place. Waiting impatiently for one of them to open the door, I texted my date to come and pick me up on this address. 

When Jack finally opened the door his eyes went wide ‘Damn, baby’

‘Get out of the way’ I quickly walked past him running upstairs into my room. Yes, I have a room at theirs place. 

‘Whoa, she’s so hot’ I heard Samy and Derek comment.

‘Here you are!’ I felt such a huge relief when I found the heel laying next the bed. 

‘Why are you so dressed up?’ Derek asked me when I entered the living room. 

‘Because I’m going on a date.’ I said smiling as I sprayed my favourite perfume all over myself. 

‘What?’ All three of them said at once. ‘Why?’ They asked and I laughed. 

‘I don’t know really. I mean what kind of question is that?’ 

‘With who?’ Just when I was about to answer the question, the doorbell rang. 

I hurried to open the door and all three of them followed me. 

‘Seriously, guys?’ I asked quietly before I opened the door. 


‘Hey, Kian!’ I smiled as I kissed his cheek and he pulled me into a hug. 

‘You ready?’ He asked. 

‘Yeah, let’s go.’ I said and then I heard G, Sammy and Derek clearing their throats. I rolled my eyes smiling as I turned to them. 

‘Who are they?’ Kian asked me whispering. 

‘They’re..my brothers.’ 

‘Listen, we want her back by 11, understood?’ G said. 

‘P.M.’ Derek and Sammy added. 

‘I’m scared’ Kian whispered in my ear.

‘Oh my God, please ignore them.’ I chuckled. ‘Let’s go.’ I said pulling him outside.

‘Y/n, we’re serious! We’ll come looking for you if you’re not here by 11.’ Derek yelled. I turned to them and blew them kiss before sitting in the car with Kian and driving away. 

My North Star (pt 10)

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A/N: I really want this series to end soon. And so it shall. I’m thinking pt 12 will be the end. Look forward to it! Let me know if you want a part 11?? what do you y’all think of the series so far? I love hearing back from you guys, otherwise I don’t really have any motivation to write omg.

Genre: Angst, angst, some more angst. Oh I guess some fluff?

Pairing: Jin x Reader (ft. Hoseok)

Summary: You were in love with your best friend, the one constant in your life. But what happens when a new girls comes along? And a new guy tries to win your heart?

Previous parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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B1a4 as your boyfriend

(Just something I was kicking around with my best-friend today)

Baro: Passion. Tenderness. Deep kisses. Roaming hands. Star gazing. Big spoon 80% of the time, little spoon other 20%.

Cnu: Strong, forever type love. Long lazy kisses. Slow sweet love making with bursts of intensity. 100% big strong spoon.

Sandeul: Small adventures. Strong kisses. Netflix and couch cuddles. Wine tasting and hating it. Laughing. Shopping car races. 100% embraced cuddles. 50/50 spoon.

Jinyoung: Take home to mom. Constant comfort. Small kisses, all the time, everywhere. Cozy home. Dog. Cuddle face to face, legs tangled. Hair strokes.

Gongchan: Resting his chin on your head. Silly hand holding. Playful Nicknames. Silly touches, pokes, tickles, walking his fingers down your side. Feather kisses. 

SHINee has spent 9 whole years as a real, loving family!!! They have constantly shared their light with us in their uniquely colorful ways, both as five individuals and as one. I am so thankful for them, so happy for them, so proud, and I only wish them the best in the future!~ I will stay as long as I can. And I also want to thank them so much for the light they’ve brought into my life–my SHAWOLs, I never would’ve found your stars without SHINee’s light ferrying me to you. You have also changed my life for the better, and I only hope we can be together for a long time, so that I can one day return this love to you.

those70scomics  asked:

How do you think Jackie and Donna would've been (personalities, behavior, etc.) had they been raised by the other's parents?

Ow. Jesus, that’s weird to think about.

Donna has a very strong personality but is also a girl of her house, even when she tries to deny it. Her encounter with feminism was brought from Midge, so I see two options her: Her inclination to reading may inspire her to find it in herself and by herself, or she would never.

I’m worried about what kind of relationship she may had have with Pam, but it all depends on what Pam is raising her. If it’s the Pam from season 1, Donna may turn out just as we know her, but maybe with more traditional femenine fashion taste.

Now, if the Pam raising her is the one from season 6, BOY. I’m sure they may have not have a great relationship as she grow older and realized her mother is– not a good one. Her parents would not divorce, but she would had been abandoned since forever.

So… if she reacted by smoking, answering to her parents, then dating an ass, etc. by them fighting (and then Midge leaving), I’m very worried what this basement gang-less Donna may do. Which is where her friendship with them and Jackie Pinciotti enters (more on that later).

What would def change is her dynamic with the gang. She and Eric wouldn’t had grown up together, and she would had grow up in a different social circle. I’m sure she would always feel like if she didn’t fit with the other girls she may hang out the most before she started to hang at the basement.

I don’t see her dating Kelso, I don’t see her actually dating anyone to enter their group of friends. I’m thinking in, Eric does has a crush on her. She’s freakin’ pretty and probably popular (rich kids are always popular, even when they don’t want to), so I bet the boys would thinks “that chick’s hoooot”. 

Right now, what comes to mind, is them having to teamup for a class assigment and the spark going from there, or something. 

What I think won’t change that much, is Jackie wanting to be friends with Donna and she kinda not wanting to, at the beginning.

Jackie would had grow up with both her parents and Eric in front of her house. Midge is present all the time and has some similarities to Jackie, they are both femenine and pretty, and are treated as dumb. But coming to this AU, Jackie would ha grow up as an even bigger daddy’s girl.

Bob would had spoiled the hell out of her as we see him spoiling Donna. But because of Donna’s more closed personality (when it comes to showing affection and doing family stuff), it wasn’t as obvious as with Jackie. The difference betwee this daddy’s girl Jackie and her real self, is that she won’t hero worship Bob as she did with Jack.

She seeks for attention and normality that’s who Jackie is in the show; but in this case, her search for normality would be similar to Donna’s in the show. She has parents that didn’t love each other enough to make it to forever together, or have a more– intimate marriage, so the constant fights of her parents may drown her more into the basement than not.

I can totally see her growing up not shallow but… annoying. Bitchy. Like Laurie, but without being– well, that open with her sexuality. And I don’t see her being best friends with Eric, lol. I mean, I can see her growing up seeing them play and going over from time to time, since Bob and Midge will still be friends with the Formans.

But as they grow up, I think they would… have this phase in which they hate each other and Eric would bane her from the basement, and Kelso and Hyde would be like “don’t be an ass”, especially because Kelso would try and be with her.

Which I don’t think would happen. This time, Jackie woudl know him in a different way, and she would know the kind of moron he is. So maybe after she rejects him, he would agree with Eric to bane her from the basement, and that’s when she starts getting close to Hyde. 

After Donna and Eric gets closer (I’m thinking, Buddy and Eric style), Jackie would absolutely try to be closer to her. She may not be shallow, but a chance to have a girl in that stinky basement? Yes, thank you. And now that I think about it, maybe Donna getting closer to Jackie may put her in front of Midge and her feminism, something I think Jackie will absorve but not be as passionate about it as Donna in the show.

Her take on it, I think it would be interesting to explore, especially in the case Donna may absorb it too and notice how fucked the society she was raised in is. I wonder if Pam’s education would get too much in the way as it did Jackie, or if she would wake up from it sooner than her.

What I do think is that Jackie would had been happier and Donna would had gotten way more chances at what she wants for herself than what she got in the show. Man, studying out? Absolutely. Getting to see the world? Every summer. 

I do wonder how she would take Jack going to prison and how Jackie would deal with Midge leaving. I’m not sure how Eric would try to help Donna about it… (It’s more easy for me imagine how Hyde would help Jackie, which isn’t too far from what he does for Donna. The interesting thing for me there is, would they be together as a couple by that moment or would they be only friends that obviously have a crush with each ohter?).

Prompt: “Can you stand the person you’ve become?”

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts

Pairing: Percival Graves x reader

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Honestly so fucking tired of complain posts about Magnus not having a belly button!?

Like… that doesn’t define Magnus in any way shape or form. Be happy that they have represented him perfectly.

His tendency to expect the best in people.

His confidence in his sexuality and his race and his personality.

His fight for equality in the Shadow world.

His taking care of other Downworlders in need of help.

His constant loving soul.

How he has survived being suicidal.

How he is an abuse survivor.

How gentle and undemanding he is of Alec.

Like… this list could go in forever.

Senior-year Betty reflects.

She hesitates at the doorway, knowing it’s time to go but unable to resist giving the room one more look around.

It’s amazing how much the Blue & Gold and this space have become so ingrained in her life. There’s some memory attached to every inch of this room: from the burn mark on the table when they’d accidentally started a fire during a junior-year Christmas party to the small dented cabinet in the corner where they hid blankets for deadline slumber parties. 

It’s been her safety net, her escape from family and school stress, her home from home.

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