butterfly's tongue

dan vs phil golf with friends: a summary

platonic biffles wear matchy matchy golf hats

tiger lester

phil admires dan’s ball skills (“that was sexy wasn’t it”)

dan has powerful balls

phil has fondness for odd numbers

phil has blown a ball before

“big boy golf”

dan has a kink of people carrying his things

phil likes to “plan a whack”

the return of ‘we don’t have any other friends’

stalker butterfly

dan bites his tongue swear wise

“channel your inner golf”

phil’s sound effects are truly underrated

dan’s sarcastic applause

dan broke his swearing filter with wank and shit

“that was neat”

“phil you need to stop saying hole in one”

“i guess god hates you” (actually dan think back to the pokemon go vid u hypocrite)

britney spears parody

“that mole would get twatted into the floor”

“call me king of life”

i just realised phil looks like a sailor with his hat and i feel warm

dan bounces off course again and again

phil lester said spank we must alert the church elders

“team phil”

dan thought he’d got the hang of the hole but failed and went backwards

totally non-competitive bants

“don’t even look at me”

dan’s little laugh when he wins a hole

“hole thirteen, unlucky for some but not for philly” phil validates my birth date i’m counting it as a notice

phil’s motivational speech

“katniss is going to come and attack you”

dan tried to fuck up phil’s chances but it backfired

“phil that’s not straight”

“oh no phil, what a floppy ding dong”

dan’s eagle impression

“stop stroking my ball” - dan howell 2k17

“go log power”

“watch me perfectly bounce this up the crack”

“you were so far from the crack”

“you’re so silly!”

the obligatory ribena sip

“wank wank fuck shit”

“ooh, who’s your golf dad”

“i’m going to throw myself out the window”

“the game gets quit”

dan hacked the game and succeeded when he should’ve failed

“you can do it phil, i believe in you”

dan sings when he tastes victory

cocky baby blows raspberry at tolerant biffle

squishy dan face skin

“get the board hoe”

“what’s next, lester family trivia? i bet you’d lose that somehow”

good game sportsmanship handshake can’t wait for the handshake fic

“let’s go have a beer and talk about politics”

“see you on the green, crazies”



BTS: J-Hope fluff/angst


acupofbts: I Dare You |

an-exotic-writer: Sweet Surprise | Rights | Much | Late Night Visit | Lucky MorningsRights Revenge | Not This One No Home | Drunk In Love | Dating Jung HoseokNow | Home | Merry Christmas | The First Time When: He Wrote You a Poem |

baebsaes: All For Show | The Difference Between Art and Artist | Runaway | Wings | In This Rain | Lost and Found | Snow Kisses

btssmutandfluff: Hoseok’s Birthday | Soon-to-be-Parents | It’ll Be Okay |

bulletproof-girl-scouts: How You Meet J-Hope I Zayn Left I Change I You Are My Princess I Too Gentle? I Detention I Play Pretend I Mood Swings I The Quiet One I Puppy Love I Blind Dates I Victor Takes Top Bunk I Trustworthy Boyfriend I Perks of Getting Lost I Let Me Spoil You IFlirting at The Ball I Spin the Bottle I Your Savior, Your Hope! I

exo-can: I’m Him |

exobtsimagination: Perfect Date | Starlight, Starbright | Perfect Date with J-Hope | Winter | Sort Of I

exoticarmy127: Second Chance | Games | Second Chances | Take Your Time |

helloblamebts: Gray |

igot7bts-scenarios: Basketball

imajin-bts: Business Casual I One Wish I

infireation: What I Wouldn’t Do I

infires-by-bts: An Important Piece Of My Heart I A Helping Hand I Ray Of Sunshine I

kareverie: The New Mutants #98 | Sleepy Eyes & Sighs | Timeless

noir0neko: 5th Hour: Kiss & Kill I

thesammtimes: I’m Different | Mad | Secret Romance | Stood Up | MondaysTIFU I

taehxyung: Truth or Dare |

your-miss-right: Salted Caramel | The Prince | Warning Labels

parkjiminsfineass: Spoiled | Are You Okay? | Help

park-jimeme:Secret To Tell I

sugabub:Positive I

keypea: Purrfection | Euphonious | TFLN | Indemnify

onlylovekpopWhen He Teases You |

alienpikachu: Four Questions | I Love You |

i-write-storiesandsuch: Guilty |

sxgah: One Wish |

noonatrash: Slip of the Tongue | Butterfly (Fluff/Smut) |

helloblamebts: Gray |

jungkxook: Truth or Dare More |

dotbammie:  Helping Hand |

cyphertrip: Birthday Cake | Rain | Yes |

kinkybangtan:  Playing Games with Hobi | Don’t You See It? (Angst/Fluff) |

seokline: Restless |

chokemejimin:  In Every Way You Can Imagine |

puppetwritings: Make a Wish | Candy Hearts | Was That So Hard | Chocolate Abs |


an-exotic-writer: Bullets, Blood, Love | Running Will Get You Nowhere |

btssmutandfluff: A Sailorman’s Hymn | How to Save a Life | 

exobtsimagination: Birthday Heartbreak | Promise |

baebsaes: Looking Back | Natural Disasters | Don’t | Answer | In This Rain | Lost and Found (Fluff/Angst)

thehappiesttime: Next Winter |

kareverie: Brave Hearts ft. Yoongi |

noir0neko: Afire Love I

park-jimeme:Surprise I

tramngo99:Red Cups I

greasytae:Carbon Copy I

non-bulletproofpants:Hellion I

junghoshigi: You’re The One I Go On I

imajin-bts: Reason For Good I

exo-can:Fitting Together I

infires-by-bts: Love Without Hope I Light Of Hope I Emotions I

bulletproof-girl-scouts:Apology Accepted I Wild Night I Waking Up To A Dream I

alienpikachu: I Love You |

sxgah: The Four | Reason For Good |

writingseoul: Dance With Me Jhope |

noonatrash: We’ll Be Okay (Angst/Smut) |

sugabub: Anoche |

your-miss-right: Caress | Damned |

dotbammie: Regret |

cyphertrip: Should Have |

kinkybangtan: Don’t You See It? (Angst/Fluff) | If you want to… |

seokline: His |

Nancy Willard, a Knopf poet and novelist, and a beloved author of books for children, whose 1982 picture book A Visit to William Blake’s Inn received the Newbery Medal, died in February. Today we remember her with a pair of poems which remind us that the child’s view is essentially poetic, while the poet’s view retains something of the child’s curiosity and hope.

Questions My Son Asked Me, Answers I Never Gave Him

1. Do gorillas have birthdays?
Yes. Like the rainbow, they happen.
Like the air, they are not observed.

2. Do butterflies make a noise?
The wire in the butterfly’s tongue
hums gold.
Some men hear butterflies
even in winter.

3. Are they part of our family?
They forgot us, who forgot how to fly.

4. Who tied my navel? Did God tie it?
God made the thread: O man, live forever!
Man made the knot: enough is enough.

5. If I drop my tooth in the telephone
will it go through the wires and bite someone’s ear?
I have seen earlobes pierced by a tooth of steel.
It loves what lasts.
It does not love flesh.
It leaves a ring of gold in the wound.

6. If I stand on my head
will the sleep in my eye roll up into my head?
Does the dream know its own father?
Can bread go back to the field of its birth?

7. Can I eat a star?
Yes, with the mouth of time
that enjoys everything.

8. Could we Xerox the moon?
This is the first commandment:

I am the moon, thy moon.
Thou shalt have no other moons before thee.

9. Who invented water?
The hands of the air, that wanted to wash each other.

10. What happens at the end of numbers?
I see three men running toward a field.
At the edge of the tall grass, they turn into light.

11. Do the years ever run out?
God said, I will break time’s heart.
Time ran down like an old phonograph.
It lay flat as a carpet.
At rest on its threads, I am learning to fly.

Swimming Lessons

A mile across the lake, the horizon bare
or nearly so: a broken sentence of birches.
No sand. No voices calling me back.
Waves small and polite as your newly washed hair 
push the slime-furred pebbles like pawns,
an inch here. Or there.

You threaded five balsa blocks on a strap
and buckled them to my waist, a crazy life
vest for your lazy little daughter.
Under me, green deepened to black.
You said, “Swim out to the deep water.”
I was seven years old. I paddled forth

and the water held me. Sunday you took away
one block, the front one. I stared down
at my legs, so small, so nervous and pale,
not fit for a place without roads.
Nothing in these depths had legs or need of them
except the toeless foot of the snail.

Tuesday you took away two more blocks.
Now I could somersault and stretch.
I could scratch myself against trees like a cat.
I even made peace with the weeds that fetch
swimmers in the noose of their stems
while the cold lake puckers and preens.

Friday the fourth block broke free. “Let it go,”
you said. When I asked you to take
out the block that kept jabbing my heart,
I felt strong. This was the sixth day.
For a week I wore the only part
of the vest that bothered to stay:

a canvas strap with nothing to carry.
The day I swam away from our safe shore,
you followed from far off, your stealthy oar
raised, ready to ferry me home
if the lake tried to keep me.
Now I watch the tides of your body

pull back from the hospital sheets.
“Let it go,” you said. “Let it go.”
My heart is not afraid of deep water.
It is wearing its life vest,
that invisible garment of love
and trust, and it tells you this story.

More on this book and author:


• you could be my new thang, nothing like those lazy bros
• fuck you I’m a pain in yo ass. Too far from the sugar
• this K-pop category ain’t enough size for me
• my seat is business, you economy always behind me kissing my ass
• I rap and y'all get turned on by ma tongue technology
• rappers so beat I always get to fat dick ‘em
• all ya fried rappers should be thankful for I am an idol
• good health is all you got, now mom’s gonna be upset when you lose it


Oh the bittersweet taste of your lush lips linger against mine

 and every once and a while I have to step back, close my eyes,  

and take a deep breath 

because I remember how ourfirst kiss knocked me off my feet. 

Oh, please forgive me I am just still flustered from your eyes gazing into mine

 this is my awful excuse for why sometimes I don’t speak like the cats got my tongue it’s just, 

you are so beautiful and something so beautiful has never been in front of me and your sweet soul,

 even though you’re so quiet, 

speaks to me.

 I’m so very, fully aware of me blowing every chance I get but my favorite thing to do is hold you,

 wrap my arms around you 

and when I can’t hold you 

my heart skips beats from the touch of your palm against mine with our fingers intertwined, your hand locked into mine. 

When you walk into the room I don’t know what to do because all I can think about is your flawless smile, 

your breathtaking laugh and the way you pretend to get mad 

and I can’t help but crave to kiss you. 

When all the butterflies in my stomach calm down slightly, 

my jaw finally loosens up enough for me to pry my lips open for ‘hello’ to slip out then all of sudden my brain goes to sleep 

and my heart becomes a gymnast in my chest. 

Oh, the little things you do to me. 

Forgive me, for I’m just trying to get used to falling for somebody.

- Summer Gary [ blahblahhshh


I hereby render unconditional obedience to the Circle and its principles… I will be ready to risk my life at any time for the Circle, in order to preserve the purity of the bloodlines of Idris, and for the mortal world with whose safety we are charged.  —— for modern! circle of raziel, the wicked minds and hollow hearts that started a rebllion.

stressed out —— twenty one pistols. // violent silence —— beatrice eli. // wait your turn —— m.o. // new americana —— halsey. // mad hatter —— melanie martinez. // shadow preachers —— zella day. // hold you —— nina nesbitt. // fallingforyou —— the 1975.falling asleep —— the good mad. // flying model rockets —— the front bottoms. // evil twin —— arctic monkeys. // super rich kids —— frank ocean. // kiss land —— the weeknd. // butterflies —— zendaya. // sippy cup —— melanie martinez. // gun for a tongue —— butterfly boucher.

I want it to work out so bad. I want him. I want the late night calls, the memories, the stories of his childhood, his laughter and my laughter, the sleepy voices, the random bursts of verses, the smiles, the excitement in his voice when he talks about something that he loves, the future plans, his drunken thoughts, and his arms around mine. I want the emotions he gives me, the feeling of waking up knowing there’s somebody like him in my life, I want to keep hearing the way my name rolls of his tongue, the butterflies, the personal part of our conversations, I want to know how his head works, I want to see how he looks at the world, I want to know him, I want to understand him, I want it all.
—  i still write about you #5

Originally posted by parkjaebums


A short fluff of Jay and his messy eater girlfriend.

‘Are you even breathing?’ Jay made a face at you as he wiped his fingers with some tissue. You looked up from your burger and pulled it away from your lips chewing on the burger that you had took a bite. Jay laughed once he saw your face, your chin covered with mustard and sauce. ‘You’re such a messy eater.’ He scolded laughing at you who pouted and tried to make a grab for some tissue for yourself. He pulled away the stack of tissues from the paper bag he had brought home. You whined putting down your burger trying to make a grab for the tissue.

‘Jay.’ You called out irritated that he was interrupting you from continuing on to eat. He shook his head and put the tissue in his pockets as you glared at his action. ‘Just eat okay?’

‘Just let me wipe my mouth.’

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