buzz spot

Halloween scenery.

Aries: A vampire’s manor. Exciting. Filled with a cluster of bats, old portraits, a long red carpet leading up a wooden staircase, a strange iron smell…

Taurus: A cozy house open to greet trick-or-treaters on Halloween. Lively laughter of children, smoky scent of mist, carved pumpkins. Familiar.   

Gemini: A witch’s house in the middle of the woods. Enthralling. Fireflies illuminate the spot, audible rustling of leaves, wolves’ howling.

Cancer: Old abandoned asylum. High pitched laughter, weird red scribbles on walls, oil lamp light, hidden passages. Metallic scent. Nostalgic.

Leo: A pumpkin patch. Scarecrows hang around and so do hoards of crows. Smells like cinnamon. Crescent moons, lantern light. Dazzling.

Virgo: A forest. Tall trees that smother sunlight, orange/red leaves flurry on the ground. Poisonous mushrooms forming circles, fairies, gentle streams.

Libra: A proper mansion in a forest overgrown by wild roses. Sweet scented candelabras brighten the skulls decorating the place. Lovely.

Scorpio: A candy shop filled with caramel-apples, cake pops, liquorice… cats often stroll around. Homemade decorations, hazy candlelight, sugary scent.

Sagittarius: Inside a witch’s house. Warm by firewood, a black cat on your lap, soft sounds of a kettle boiling. Magic spells and odors of zany herbs.

Capricorn: A werewolf’s domain. Fire wood scent. Silver light of moon brightens the spot. Buzzing silence, cracking branches, fresh breezes. Lively.

Aquarius: A haunted house full of filmy ghosts. Gentle noises of creaking wood. Streaks of moonlight pierce the shrouds of darkness. Hazy.

Pisces: A graveyard filled with ancient tombstones, misty grounds, the frisky scent of dead leaves… Moonlight lightens the place. Magical.

My brother played the long game.

When my sister was about 10 she got it into her head that her hair would look flatter if she cut that part right at the top that sticks up.   Well from her angle in the mirror it looked great to her, not thinking that most people are taller than her.   Well when she gets to school people start asking about the nearly bald spot on top of her head.  Her idea,  blame my brother. Well he not only gets in trouble with the parents, but also all the girls at school are now giving him grief.
  Her hair started to grow back, and was really sticking up so she cuts it again (not the smartest plan).  My parents are now irate with my brother. Another series of punishments and my sister yet again telling all her friends (and thus their older siblings)  it was him.  Well about six months later her hair finally grew enough to blend in and lay down. My brother calm as can be, and with this look of cold calculation gets his finally.  He just walks up to her and buzzes the same spot.  My parents then figure out she cut her own hair the other times and tell my sister “he already did the time for the crime”.

TL:DR   sister cut her own hair, blames my brother who catches hell from parents and girls at school. Brother waits over 6 months for it to grow back and then cuts it for real.


Shadowhunters made the worst patients.

Magnus had experience with Shadowhunters even before his sudden involvement in the Brooklyn kids, and he’d always known that healing Shadowhunters was the warlock equivalent of attempting surgery on someone who wasn’t sedated.

They could not calm down. For some inexplicable reason it ran in their blood, the need to constantly get up despite broken bones or newly stitched wounds was innate in all of them. Plus, most of their injuries were fixable by their own hands, so those that they needed Magnus’ help with were usually pretty severe and sometimes exhausting to fix.

Jace Wayland was no exception.

“Please lay down, dear, you’re making this harder than it needs to be.” Magnus pleaded, watching the blonde Shadowhunter struggle to sit upright on his sofa.

“You…said…you already got the…poison out.” Jace huffed, wiping a hand across his glistening forehead. “I need to…figure out who…who…”

“I got it out, but you’re still going to feel the effects. You can’t even think straight.” Magnus insisted, putting his hands to Jace’s shoulders and gently easing him down against the plump pillow that he’d brought in from the guest bed. “You need rest. Alec and Izzy are out investigating who poisoned you.”

“They could be attacked.” Jace croaked, finally having caught his breath now that he was resting horizontally. “I should be with them.”

“They are more than capable. That tracking method that Isabelle figured out is really working. They should be able to find whoever did this and take them out.” Magnus assured him. He watched Jace mentally battle himself, trying to figure out what the best option was for himself and his siblings. Finally he seemed to give up, probably knowing that his feverish brain and body wouldn’t cooperate long enough to even get him out the front door.

“Isabelle is so smart.” Jace mumbled. His eyes were glazed over a bit, his vision cast in the direction of the far left wall. His fever was making him a little out of it.

“That she is.” Magnus agreed, casting a cooling spell over Jace’s body. He watched Jace visibly relax, his stiff posture melting away. His fists unclenched. “Good boy. Just relax.”

“What’s that light?” Jace asked, his hand moving up to point vaguely in the direction of the far wall.

“Hmm?” Magnus wasn’t entirely paying attention. He was trying to remember the potion he had for fevers that wouldn’t make Jace any more zoned out than he already was. There was one with werewolf claw, Dravak scales, but did he have enough scales? He would have to check the–

“Magnus what is that?” Jace interrupted his thoughts again, persistently pointing at the wall. Magnus glanced up and felt his heart sink when he saw the gleaming red light on the wall.

“Oh no.” He muttered, standing up.

His far wall was made up of a collection of nearly two-hundred little glass vials. Each vial represented a Downworlder that he cared about, containing a piece of identification that Magnus hexed specifically so that he could keep track of them and how they were doing. They contained fingernail clippings, fur, scales, anything. And when one of his Downworlders wasn’t doing well, their vial lit up red.

He hurried over and pulled the glowing vial off the wall, his heart sinking when he saw the contents: a few wispy strands of brown hair.


“Jace, have you seen Simon recently?” Magnus asked, already pulling out his phone and scrolling through his contacts. The Shadowhunter looked much more alert now, and he sat up straighter against his pillow.

“Not in a few nights. Why? What’s wrong?”

“He might be in trouble.” Magnus murmured worriedly. He looked over at Jace, whose face was clenched with pain and pressure from sitting upright again. “Lay down, blondie. It’s alright.”

He called Simon, pacing the length of his living room as the phone rang and rang and rang. Voicemail. Magnus pressed the call button again, refusing to give up. Nothing. Panic was beginning to swell in his stomach as he pressed call again.

“Just stay there, Jace.” Magnus said soothingly as he began to conjure a portal with his free hand. “I’ll be right back.”

“Is he okay?” Jace asked, sounding alarmed.

“We’ll see.” Magnus murmured, stepping through the portal. He was spit out into the boat house, which he’d only seen once when he’d taken Simon home from India. The place was considerably more spruced up now than it had been, which only served to make Magnus a little sad. He didn’t want Simon to have to make an old boathouse into a home.

He looked around, spotting Simon’s buzzing phone on a pea green chair in the makeshift living room that Simon had made. He moved forward, noticing with horror that Simon was on the floor, curled up behind the chair with a blanket wrapped around his body.

He was shivering noticeably, and there was blood around his mouth. Magnus looked to the side and saw a pool of blood on the ground, presumably where Simon had been sick.

Magnus tentatively put a hand to Simon’s shoulder, and the young vampire flinched.

“It’s just me, Simon.” Magnus whispered. “It’s Magnus.”

“M–Magnus.” Simon all but whimpered. “S’mthing’s wrong.”

“Don’t worry, darling.” Magnus pulled him gently up into a sitting position. He stretched his arms under Simon’s shoulders and knees and carefully lifted him. The fledgling’s skin was hot, hotter than a vampire’s should be. Magnus had no idea what was afflicting him, because it was pretty difficult to make a vampire sick. “We’re going to my place, okay? We’re going through a portal. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Simon clutched at Magnus’ shirt tightly, and the warlock took that as a sign that he was ready. He hurried to the portal and stepped through, aware the entire time of Simon’s state.

Jace had not laid back down, and when he saw Simon he attempted to stand up entirely.

“Is he okay? What the hell happened?” Jace prodded. He had to lean heavily against the arm of the couch to keep himself steady, and Magnus had to stop to think. He needed access to his potions, which were already set out on the coffee table. Both boys should be laying down, but Simon needed it more.

“Jace, sit.” He instructed, pointing at the armchair adjacent from the sofa. He eased Simon down to the now vacated sofa, untangling the blanket from his body and laying it neatly over him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jace pressed.

“I don’t know yet.” Magnus murmured, praying to God that Jace would just shut up and let him sort things out. He put a hand to Simon’s cheek, trying to get the boy to stir. “Simon? Come on, sunshine, wake up.”

His eyelids flickered open and struggle to stay that way. Magnus pressed a palm to Simon’s forehead and winced, trying to piece everything together in his head. Vampires only ran fevers when they were injured or poisoned by tainted blood. He didn’t see any outward injuries on Simon, and he was pretty sure Simon knew better than to just drink any blood he found.

“Simon, where did you get the last blood you drank?” Magnus asked, shaking his shoulder slightly to make him more alert.

“Raphael.” Simon rasped.

Simon and Raphael were on better terms now, having talked everything out and reached a tentative peace treaty. Raphael still wasn’t crazy about Simon, but he was supplying him blood and making sure he was safe. Magnus knew that Raphael would never give Simon, or really any innocent vampire, poisoned blood. So what was it?

“What hurts?” Magnus asked, resorting to his go-to question when he wasn’t sure what was wrong.

“Everything.” Simon croaked weakly. He was curled up into a tight ball, a hand pressed flat to his midsection. “It’s like a burning–everywhere. Happened really suddenly.”

“Sounds like what happened with me.” Jace remarked softly, and Magnus looked up to meet his gaze. He was right. The symptoms, the fever, the pain. It was all the exact same situation that he’d been in an hour earlier with Jace.

“Simon,” Magnus put a hand to his face again and forced him awake. “Did anyone have access to your blood? Anyone except Raphael? Or did anyone you didn’t know get anywhere near you in the last twenty-four hours?”

“No.” Simon mumbled. “Stayed at the boathouse. All day. Got my blood straight from R–Raphael. I’m cold, Magnus.”

“Here.” Jace tossed the blanket that was draped over the armchair to Magnus, who covered Simon with it. “Magnus, maybe it’s the same thing?”

“It can’t be.” Magnus muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “You were poisoned because someone infiltrated the Institute. Someone is after you, probably someone working for Valentine. They had a plan and they executed it. Why would someone poison Simon? And how would they even know how to find him?”

Jace shook his head, clearly as puzzled as Magnus. He absentmindedly wiped at his forehead, and Magnus noticed the pink tint to his cheeks. He waved his hand to cast another cooling spell, the first one clearly having worn off.

And then Simon relaxed on the couch, the flush to his face fading.

“Hey,” Magnus sat up straighter, “the cooling spell just worked on him.”

“What?” Jace mumbled. “Did it like, get onto him too?”

“That’s not how it works.” Magnus said. He watched in wonderment as Simon kicked the blanket away, now shivering with the added coolness. “Uh. So. Simon, when did the pain start?”

“Coupl’a hours ago.”

Magnus nearly laughed. “It’s the blood. He can feel what you feel.”

“No way.”

“The pain, the spell.” Magnus counted them off on his fingers. “You’re connected now. He can feel what you feel.”

There was a silence. Jace seemed to accept this, sitting back in his chair and simply shutting his eyes. He was probably to exhausted to think much about the situation. Simon’s eyelids flickered open again and he looked in Jace’s direction.

“Please don’t get poisoned again.”

Alec returned in the morning, and Magnus showed him his discovery. He had both boys sleeping in one of the wide four-poster beds in the guest room. They didn’t put up much of a fight about sharing a bed, considering they were both exhausted and sick. Plus, Magnus expected there was something that linked the boys that was a bit stronger than the shared blood.

“So it’s like Simon is your parabatai now, too!” Magnus teased, nudging Alec.

“No. Nope. It’s not.”

Simon slept for a long time, and when he woke up he was still clearly feeling shaky. But he was coherent enough to talk, which was an improvement from the night before.

Magnus had him propped up on the couch, sipping blood through a Sonic cup, while he explained the entire link as well as he could. Simon seemed unphased.

“Look, Jace is very reckless.” Magnus told Simon. “So you’re going to be in pain probably like, a lot. And when that happens you need to call me, rather than just laying on the floor of the boathouse. Alright?”

“I didn’t wanna bother you.” Simon said with a half-hearted shrug. “Like everyone always does.”

“It’s not a bother to take care of my family.” Magnus promised, running a hand through Simon’s hair. “Call me next time, sunshine. Alright?”

Simon rolled his eyes at the pet name, but he nodded. “Alright. I’m gonna go back to bed, okay?”

“No problem. You can pick any guest room you’d like, I just put you with Jace last night for convenience.”

Simon nodded and got up, and Magnus watched him shuffle into the room that Jace still slept in. He peeked in a few minutes later and smiled when he saw the boys curled up together, the same peaceful expression on both their faces.

10 Years (The End)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

A/N: I did plan on this being a longer series, but somehow, we managed to reach the end already - this is my first series that I’ve ever written and I hope it gives you a little taste of what to expect from me in the future! Thank you to all that have stood by this fic from the start to the end and the wonderful comments people have left me!

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So, here it goes….

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

The first time you woke up in Stiles’ arms, you decided right then and there that he was your safe place. How they tightened around you every few minutes, and the flutter of butterflies erupted in your stomach. He was special, and deserved the world. It was something you thought and believed you couldn’t give him.

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Pairing: kim hee-chul x reader.

Summary: you love hee-chul and hee-chul loves you, so why is that so hard for your brain to comprehend?

Genre: fluff, angst, the reader has major anxiety, so yeah.

Word count: 3.5k

a/n: fair warning this is just a mess of absolute rambling. But I couldn’t help myself, Heechul has been doing things to me lately and this just started coming out of me. It’s completely unfiltered and unedited but I kind of love it. I hope you enjoy it, thanks for reading. p.s read me by ha:tfelt is recommended.

At this point, you might as well pour the entire contents of the instant coffee jar into your mug. For all intents and purposes, that’s what you were currently doing as you added spoonful after spoonful of the caffeine saturated substance into the white porcelain.

It was just one of those days.

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[Korean] [grammar] [study tips] [study notes]
Sometimes mother tongue grammar is harder than English grammar. In my everyday life, I just say , speak, write and read Korean without any complex thinking. So all those complicate grammar components which I didn’t notice before make me embarrassed.
So there, I write down example sentences to make me understand which one is gramatically right one. Learning grammar in sentence I think is the best way of studying grammar!

Blame (Negan x Reader)

Requested by @thatoneemosithlord “I won’t let you go.”+ “Don’t you do that, don’t you dare give up on me!” + After another rebellious encounter from the Alexandrians, reader was shot and ends up being taken back to the Saviors hideout. Meanwhile she is going on about her possibly dying while Negan is getting upset at her statements and urges everyone to go faster for her sake. + Requested by anon: “I never meant to hurt you.” + “Please don’t leave me alone again.” + Angst & Fluff. 

A/N: I combined these two requests and changed the prompt a bit. I hope that’s alright and that you’ll enjoy it.

-Female Reader-

Warnings: Angst & Fluff, Swearing, Blood & Wounds.

Negan drove like a madman through the forest, his eyes flickering over to you ever so often. Your head was leaning against the car door window and you had your eyes closed. Negan skimmed the bloodstain that almost covered the entire right side of your t-shirt before he turned his attention on the road again. His jaw clenched when he thought back on the events that took place only minutes ago.

Another regular visit to Alexandria had ended in bloodshed and Negan would’ve fucking ended all of them right then and there if it wasn’t for you. The moment he saw your crumbling form stumble towards him with your t-shirt drenched in blood, his whole world fell apart. He ended things quickly and rushed to his truck with you in his arms. No fucking way was he gonna lose you. And no fucking way in hell would he let the Alexandrians get away with this. He would be back for his revenge.

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AN: This one is for @dancingalone21​‘s Lau’s Summer Challenge, sorry for being a week late. But as promised, I’m posting today!
Thank you to @notnaturalanahi​ for reading over it and reassuring me it wasn’t too much or too little.
No hate to Gen and the boys, I do truly love them, but for our imaginations, lets say this happened in a parallel universe.
Warnings: fluff, pics (trust me it is a warning), crack and maybe a tiny bit of flangst?, but this IS a SFW piece. RPF, but this Jared can be read as Sam. And just a heads up, there s private note from me to you at the end of this and that’s personal and angst ridden, so if you need to, once finished, stop.
Word Count: 3,744
Characters: Jared x Reader, mention of a few OC’s but no need to worry!
Summary: Jared is a master of surprises, when he can get YN to shut up long enough!

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My new study spot!!
I really wanted to have wood table and finally I got one in living room:) This table in warm tones with brown is so attractive that I want to read books here all day and all night.

You know, Taehyung probably has that bad habit of not shutting up when it’s time to go to sleep. Like his first night sleeping in Yoongi’s bed has him so excited he’s almost buzzing from his spot next to his boyfriend.

“We’re sleeping next to each other finally!”

“Oh, waIt are you comfortable Hyung?”

“Do you need more blanket or pillows?”

“Are your feet cold?”

Yoongi is happy the younger cares about him so much but it’s literally four in the morning and all he wants is to sleep. The elder rolls over and wraps his arm around Taehyung, pulling him closer until the younger’s face is hidden in his chest, thinking it’ll make Taehyung shut up but it just gets him more hyped.

“Oh! We’re cuddling!”

“Hyung, I always thought you were more of a little spoon.”

“Are you sure your feet aren’t cold?”

Yoongi groans and lowers his head to bite into Taehyung’s neck. It works like he thought it would and the younger quickly shuts up while he blushes.

“……..Good night Hyung.”

Yoongi hides his smile in Taehyung’s hair.

 “Good night brat.”

been wishin for you

Summary: Phil might have a crush on Dan. He also might invite him to a concert by blocking everyone from his snapchat story apart from Dan and ‘publicising’ his spare ticket. It’s sneaky, but it’s also his last year of high school and his last shot at getting with Dan.

Or the one where Dan is popular and Phil just wants to see dodie with him.

Genre: AU, Fluff
Warnings: None
Words: 1880

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anonymous asked:

84. Cuz I'm clumsy as hell. Lol. With hoseok. <3 much love

A/N omg thank you so much i never knew how much i needed to write some Hobi smut. I’m gonna write more for Hobi, he’s so beautiful and i love him. Much love for you too!

84. Don’t trip.

‘Shhh baby, shhh! Be quiet!’

intoxicated giggles and lightheaded, whispering babbling filled the empty, abandoned room as you tried to make your way through the darkness.

‘Hobi there’s no one here! Rela- IIIH!’, you squeaked as you heard something behind you until you realized it was only the wind blowing through the cracks of the old, disintegrated wooden windows.

‘Baby! Shhh!’, Hoseok whisper-shouted once again but he couldn’t help but giggle again himself.

After a night of hanging out at the pub along with the rest of the guys, your boyfriend and you stumbled home, a little more than slightly buzzed, until Hoseok spotted an abandoned house at the corner of the street. He only needs a little bit of a buzz to get overly confident and adventurous so before you knew what was happening, he dragged you along into the spooky, cracking house because ‘It’s been too long since you two went on an adventure together.’

Right. The last adventure you had was when you took a walk and decided to take a de-tour through the pastures with horses, your shoes getting drenched with mud and horse shit and the horses almost attacking you. It did make a funny story to tell afterwards though.

Lost in thought, you didn’t see the obstacle on the ground in front of you and almost tripped over it as a result. You stumbled and gripped on to your boyfriend’s jacket just in time before you almost faceplanted the floor.

‘Oh my god that was close!’, you exclaimed, a little shocked but relieved you didn’t fall face-first on the dirty hard ground, a laugh bubbling up your throat as you clung on to your Hobi tighter.

Your laughter was infectuous as you got him giggling with you, like you were two toddlers in kindergarden.

‘Here, take my hand. Don’t trip.’, he chuckled as he didn’t wait for your reaction and firmly took your hand in his before leading you through the dark, deserted space again.

It seemed like you were standing in what used to be a living room, only this area strongly lit by the moonlight shining through big holes in the roof, the wood and roof tiles eaten away by the passage of time. The bright white light lit up Hoseok’s face, making you stop in your tracks instantly.

No matter how long you’ve known this boy, no matter how long you’ve been together, no matter how many times you’ve ran your fingers through his soft, chestnut brown hair and kissed his pretty plump lips, the sight of him would still make you stop and stare. You were starting to feel dizzy and you wondered whether it was because of him or the alcohol. Probably both.

As he turned around, confused at why you suddenly stopped, the game of shadows and light contoured his features in the most attractive way. Your boyfriend was already so handsome, but now, seeing him in the middle of the night with only the moon and the stars as a light source, he looked like a magical creature. The kind that’s so compellingly beautiful you knew it could only be meant to lure you in to some danger, and you couldn’t resist getting closer.

He parted his lips to ask you what was wrong but you captured them with yours immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck and stealing the breath right out of his lungs.

A soft whimper left his mouth into yours as he grabbed on to your waist, pulling you closer until there was literally no space left between your bodies. Your lips molded against eachother like a lock and a key, a perfect fit. You opened your mouth to let him slide his tongue inside and whirl it around yours. Small, needy moans and soft mewls rolled off both your tangled tongues as your makeout session kept growing in heat.

Hoseok stepped forward, not letting you go for one second as he pushed your back against the nearest wall. His hands roamed all over your upper body until he placed them next to your head on the wall, leaning on them to pull back just a little and catch his breath.

You were both panting heavily, looking eachother intensely in the eyes before he smirked so cheekily your knees tended to give out. Your hands were still clawed into his white Tshirt as you closed your eyes and lifted your lips up once again, craving more, silently begging him to kiss you again. You missed the heat and softness of his full lips against yours.

Hoseok didn’t need to move much since his face was only mere inches away from yours, yet he chose to brush his gorgeous, sharp nose over yours and being so close you could feel his hot breath against your lips.

‘You look like a goddess in this moonlight.’, he whispered, still nuzzling your nose and drawing circles around the tip with his own.

Your grip on his shirt tightened and your breaths became shaky as you leaned your body into his in all-overpowering desire.

‘Hobi… I want you.’

‘Like here? Right now?’, his voice smooth like honey, like a sweet wave that washes over you, soaks into your skin and forms goosebumps all over your body.

‘Yes. Please, now.’

‘You sure you want that?’, he kept teasing you with that shit eating grin on his face. Drunk Hoseok was even more playful than sober Hoseok and you really didn’t have the patience to deal with it now. But you knew just how to make him cave.

You pouted and shook your head slowly while tracing a single finger up and down his sternum through his shirt.

‘Don’t want it oppa. Need it.’, you said softly, looking up at him doe eyed.

‘Oh, fuck..’, he sighed before he crashed his mouth on yours again and gripped your thighs to lift you up against the wall, ready to make sweet love to you in the dazzling moonlight.

Who knew his lame adventures could turn out like this as well?

So, I’ve never written Sprace before, but @do-you-ever-really-crash asked me to write based on this

Spot Conlon wasn’t much of a romantic - that was a well-known fact. He didn’t care for Valentine’s Day, or romantic movies, or even flowers; those things were just so fake and weird. Romance was weird. Like you just opened yourself up to someone and showed them everything - the good, the bad, and the absolutely horrifying? Who the fuck did that?

Well, Kath and Sarah did, but that was because they were an actual healthy couple. Spot didn’t really understand that concept, but if Katherine and Sarah were happy, who was he to judge?

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ok so @robertsdingle asked if i would be willing to post my robron with their kids headcanons, which i am happy to do, so here is a post full of them (also i have to say @reformedcharacter and @capseycartwright get a lot of credit cause a lot of these are like a combination of stuff we’ve said uwu) also this is in no particular order, im just scrolling through our messages and writing them as and when i see them :)

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