come live with me baby


(✿ ♥‿♥) Santa Beard Appreciation 

Half cat, half bat. PS her name is Rupie because Clod always wanted to be named Rupert (he would answer to it and we jokily thought it suited him) so he lives on in her name.


My mom’s cat had kittens and they’re sooooo cuuuteeee, they’re a week old in this pic and they try and hiss if you touch them without mom around, but all that comes out is this little KHCK sound and they jump a little bit.


mountain tea bought straight off the side of the road. it has a subtle taste but definitely hits the spot. coming from australia we can rarely bring any food home but now we live in the uk this baby is coming back with me 🌿🍵✨

in llogara, albania with yoga adventure retreats & outdoor albania

Imagine Dino getting so excited about his first date with you that the other members had to help calm him down.

I think what I find the most fascinating with tinhats is how determined they are to be unhappy.

Like, yes, they pretend to be happy. They spend their days saying antis are pressed and miserable and that they, the virtuous tinhats, are just enjoying the lives of their favs, despite hating everything they actually see of said favs’ lives and regularly feeling angst about it.

But we all know what they thrive on is despair.

And I just… don’t understand why?

Because at the end of the day, turning their tinhat theories around and putting a positive spin on them would have been… so easy??

Why didn’t they just decide that Briana was a surrogate? That Danielle and El (and whichever girl Harry might be briefly linked to) are friends of theirs happy to help them “blend in” until they’re ready to come out?

Why didn’t they just go with the idea that instead of a big conspiracy to keep Louis and Harry unhappy, they themselves just decided that they weren’t ready to come out yet, or did not want to deal with the inevitable scrutiny?

They could get to enjoy Freddie, they wouldn’t have to imagine Louis as a mere pawn, a spineless man whose suffering is basically ignored by his partner. They could just enjoy both Harry’s and Louis’s solo careers for what they are, and STILL imagine them spending time together whenever we don’t see them.

Like, they’d still be wrong, obviously, but at least they’d have things to rejoice over instead of spending their days desperately trying to find explanations for things that can’t be explained away!

Yet any time a tinhat tries to put a positive spin on things, they’re shunned by the rest of the group.

And I sit there wondering… why???

Baby Daddy (Series)


Continuation of flashback from two years ago…

It has been a week since you and Jay broke up. You tried to move past it and focus on yourself.

You regretted having said the hurtful things you spat at Jay. You didn’t know whether to blame your hormones or if those things were how you genuinely felt.

Was Jay really selfish? Or were you just too high strung and scared?

You were lost in thought in a café’s outdoor patio when a hand tapped your shoulder. You turned around and saw a warm smile greeting you.

“Hey, you.” He greeted you.

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She’s A Goddess

A/N: I was never going to post this, but I got distracted and started editing it. I just remember how uncomfortable Inuyasha got when Sota was asking him about “love” and I wanted to put him in that position again. (opens tab back up to Feudal World doc)

Summary: Miroku’s son needs some advice.

I was minding my own damn business, with the girl in a pouch that sat heavy on my stomach (getting too old for it, but she screams if I try removing her), before Miroku’s youngest comes up to me, a walk in his step that resembled more of a slug than a human. My oldest is trailing behind him, skipping excitedly…. about what? Well I guess I was about to find out. I lift a piece of the corn wheat from the top of the growing crop, and chew on it…why-? Because I’m hungry and my wife’s making sure none of us eat until the damn festival starts.

“Inuyasha!” She viciously swats my delicious, sweet, innocent, bread roll, from my hands, “Sango, Rin and I are slaving ourselves cooking for tonight! So just hang tight! I don’t want you to spoil your appetite.”

She’s trying to starve us to death is what she’s doing.

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[One of the admins accidentally deleted the requests in our inbox but I managed to screenshot yours long before. Enjoy!]

Also the read more thing isn’t working so I’m sorry!

Pairing: Vernon x Black Female!Reader [Anyone is allowed to read this though]

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Warnings: Implied racism, colorism, just pure ignorance, cursing, and implied sex.

A/N: I just wanted to say that this request was such a pleasure to write because it hits home for a lot of black women who often go through this. Not only that but I really tried to put in a lot of the colorism and racism that goes on in so many countries such as South Korea. Things like that are no joke, racism is not a joke and dismissing black feelings and lives is not a joke but rather shows the ignorance this world has. I just wanted to bring this to light because believe it or not there is a lot of antiblackness within the K pop community. That needs to end, racism needs to end. Thank you for reading this.

[Also please do not come into our inbox with some dumb shit saying that antiblackness in the kpop community is not a thing. Because unless you’ve been a victim or have seen that shit first hand then you are not allowed to speak. If you have any questions about this topic or just to let out your feelings then our inbox is open.]


The life of an idol is a lot more delicate than you would think.

They can’t even tiptoe over the imaginary line without a consequence.

Whoever they date will also face the consequences. Their career will face the most consequences, everything they’ve built up will crumble to the ground in seconds and it’s impossible to know if they’ll be able to build it back up. So when you agreed to come on this interview you were filled with regret. These thoughts started to haunt you, but Vernon always told you not to worry about it.

“You’ll be fine,” he told you but deep down inside you both knew that he was lying, he was lying to you but you couldn’t be mad at him. No you couldn’t because Hansol has and always will be an optimistic person, he always was reassuring about the simplest things. Don’t confuse it for him being a fool however, that boy was so fucking aware of the racial issues in the world, he himself going through it. 

But he couldn’t compare that to what you’ve gone through in life. 

You looked at him, you looked at him and he looked at you and without words you both were able to speak to one another. You were not going to be fine, if anything the rest of the interview would be questions about how and why you two decided to pursue a relationship knowing the racial divide between you both. After they soaked in the fact that you were black, especially half black. Oh shit would definitely hit the fan.

“I’m scared Hansol, I don’t want to lose my shit and then they’ll call me a monkey or something. You know how crazy I can get.”

He gave you a breathy laugh, “keep calm and stay classy. If they say anything disrespectful to you then you bite back but in a classy way. You do it all the time, besides if no one can look past your skin color…then well fuck them they don’t deserve to be bothered with.”

Even with him basically lifting your spirits up a bit, you still couldn’t shake away the feeling of dread at the moment. This interview was tomorrow and thousands of people would either love you or hate you. The outcome was most likely the latter and dating an idol in one of the most successful groups this time around was not going to help your case. “That doesn’t really help me.” 

You got up off the couch and went to the bathroom locking the door behind you immediately sitting on the the toilet and burying your face in your hands. You couldn’t do this, you just fucking couldn’t. 

Maybe it was your mother’s strength that she had given you genetically or your own loyalty and desire to keep your boyfriend happy but you were sat in your seat on a Friday looking above at the television that played the recording of the interview that was taking place. “Lord don’t fail me now please.” You mumbled a few more prayers and swept your hair over your left shoulder and smoothed out your dress as your hands struggled to keep still. Fucking anxiety.

“So you all are leading towards your five year anniversary of being a group. There are obviously more privileges now that you all aren’t rookies such as dating. Your dating ban was lifted last year I believe?”

The boys all nodded, and this was it, this is where they bring up Vernon’s dating rumors with you. You were proud to be able to say that you were with the most handsome and humble man you’ve met but to some people love just didn’t cut it. “We can date now, but a lot of us don’t have the time or haven’t found the one.” Seungcheol spoke as Vernon begun to get flustered thinking about you.

“I hear that only five of you are seeing people. Jun, Vernon, Hoshi, Joshua, and Mingyu correct? How does it feel to be able to have someone by your side and how do they deal with you all being idols.”

There were multiple answers going around. Some were that their significant others were very supportive and tried to see them as many times as they could. For other such as Vernon and Jun, their own relationships were rocky and it was always a constant battle between their career or love.

“My girlfriend lives in the states so seeing her is already hard enough. It’s tough being so far from one another and then having the group, the—” He had to stop himself from mentioning some of their fans as being the cause of some of the hardships in their relationship. A lot of them didn’t like the fact that he was with someone, and now bringing her out to show the whole world—her skin color would make them hate her even more.

“It’s pretty much just distance that’s the problem.”

“Well,” the mc said smiling, “distance is no longer a problem for the moment right? Isn’t she here today with you?”

You and Hansol have this weird ability to read each other with ease. By the look on his face, the way he bit his lip and forced a smile that looked quite convincing—he was panicking and not because he didn’t want to show you off because trust and believe the man did he so badly wanted to do that. The whole thing with far from the beauty standards there…and being half Black and Korean. It made his head spin.

Staff had fixed your hair, and makeup, your usual curls now straightened without you having the strength to protest against them using a flat iron. Your wider nose had been contoured to appear softer. Last but not least they had tried to use foundation and concealer shades lighter than you actually were but both you, Hansol and Joshua had put a stop to that immediately. You weren’t broken, so they didn’t need to fix you.

One of the women whom you held multiple conversations with regarding how terrified you were about going out there because of the issues with people with darker complexions she had given you this short advice to plant into your head. If you’re on a journey, the only people who matter are the ones making sure you reach your endpoint. In other words, if their main wish is to see you be better or be happy then they mattered. If not they were nothing but gum on the sidewalk.

“This is the first time we’re seeing her. I’m a bit nervous. Tell us Vernon on a scale of one to ten how beautiful is she?”

“Nothing can measure her beauty,” Vernon spoke about you like you were a Goddess, like you were everything to him and the world needed to know that you held his heart in your hands and he was praying that one day you wouldn’t let go. “She’s amazing and I never thought I’d get the say that about someone.” Despite him being confident while speaking about you, his face went from tan to red after receiving stares from the crowd who were as surprised as you on his confession.

“God I love you Hansol.”

“You’re turning into a real man. Women make men stronger. I think everyone would like to see her now. Do you want to go get her? I think she might nervous”

He was more than okay with having you by his side in a moment that would change his career and how people see him. The boys watched Hansol get up, their own throats forming lumps as anxiety hit them all. They didn’t understand why you, Hansol and Joshua were scared for dear life but they knew that their friend was taking a risk when he decided to date you. They could see the love in Hansol’s eyes as he stared at you at times or the happiness that spread to his face as he spoke about you. All they wanted was for him to be happy.

You were biting your nails again, Hansol knew that you were definitely about to break down. “Hey, it’s going to be alright okay?” As his warm hands caressed your arms you backed away from him, your emotions so mangled up that you were afraid of lashing out at him.

“You’ll be okay, but what about me?”

“What about you? You’ll be fine darling, years from now this thing will be the past. People will get over it, in order to continue this chapter in our lives you have to come out there with me. Please, baby please.”

Again it was the love you had for him that made you ready to go through with what will be a year of hell and wanting to give up. His fans would not give you a break after they find out about you, they would not let you breathe without reminding you how Vernon could have done so much better and he could have but he chose you over everyone else. “Fuck, let’s do it.” A warm smile is what he had upon hearing your words, his heart bursting with love but his belly still holding the unknown.

He took your hand and you two started to walk towards the entrance to the stage. The audience was waiting with a curious look as it had been a few minutes since Vernon had left, even the boys were starting to get worried. There was a curtain separating you from the audience and mc, and had Vernon not quickly pulled it to the side you would have ran off to throw up.

The lights from the set almost blinded you and you felt your heart trying to escape your chest. This felt wrong, it was wrong, this was the worst thing you had to endure this year—the silence, the shock on everyone’s faces. Even disappointment from some of the younger girls. Slowly though, as Vernon had stood there with you, his hand gripping yours tightly, someone had started to clap, followed by many other who cheered for you two.


Total fucking relief.

Although it seemed that the audience wasn’t as racist as you would have expected them, that didn’t stop the mc from commenting on the obvious difference in your skin tone from Vernon’s. It bothered you, it really did because it was the twenty-first century and people have yet to accept the fact that races were mixing and people were happy that way. You could take all of his snide comments, you had thick skin and a whole lot of experience with ignorant fuckers so this was just normal.

For Hansol it was slightly different, he too had his share of bad memories when it came to being mixed but he was the type of person who avoid confrontation and preferred to hide away even though you knew he couldn’t handle it. “Halfies always date halfies I’m guessing.” To the audience it was a joke but for you and Hansol you could hear the hatred in his voice which prompted you both to keep a straight face, you weren’t here to entertain these people.

“You date the person you like.” Hansol clapped back with a small smile on his face.

“Did girls come flocking to you in primary school? I mean- can all see that you’re clearly not Korean.”

What? You couldn’t stop your legs from bouncing as you tried so hard to bite back your tongue and to not go off on the mc. Was that man really trying to erase Vernon’s and even part of your heritage, especially on live television where he was making a fool of himself?

“I am Korean, and for your question I wasn’t the best looking-”

“Because you’re not fully Korean? But that’s okay you’re handsome now right ladies?”

Then came the cheers from the audience, the ignorant cheers and whistles as they knew nothing of what was actually happening. Or, maybe they did but they simply did not care. Lord you wish you had more strength in you today because you were so close to losing it. He placed a hand on your leg, squeezing it tightly as he was telling you to be calm, and to be very honest you didn’t want to be calm, now you wanted to be crazy. 

“Y/N have you ever tried whitening cream?”

My skin is fucking flawless, I love how my brown skin look in the sun and I don’t ever want to lower myself into your ideal standard of looking like someone threw a bag of flour at you. All you said though was, “no.” You knew what was going to come next, he would say ‘you should buy some’ and then you would nod your head and smile at him as if you weren’t going to kill him in his sleep.

“You are very beautiful, your dark skin suits you.”

“Your hair isn’t straight? Why is it like that?”

“Now that I think about it you would look better with lighter skin.“

To say that you were tired was an understatement, after having to let yourself be discriminated against for the sake of your boyfriend’s career you were drained emotionally and mentally. You felt so numb that when Hansol tried to whisper sweet things into your ear as you all rode in the car back to their dorms you sat there in silence, making him wonder if things between you and him were okay still.

You sat on the edge of his bed, taking off your shoes slowly as Hansol watched you from the doorway, closing it behind him once you looked at him. You could see the sadness on his face, the guilt and regret—he blamed himself. There was no way you was going to let him stand there and think that this was all his fault, the two of you knew that this would happen, you were ready for it. “I’m not mad at you.”

“I know.”

“I’m just so fucking tired.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you look guilty?”

He sighed, “I don’t know.” He walked over to you and knelt down, moving himself to be in between your legs as his arms wrapped around your waist and his head laid on your chest. “I’m sorry for putting you through that.” All you could hear was mumbling but you picked up on the ‘I’m sorry’.

You chuckled lightly, “I know.”

“Seungkwan is okay with sleeping with the others tonight so it’s just me and you in here. Are you hungry?”

“Oh yes, after a hard day a girl needs to eat.”

A small laugh came from him, and he was smiling with his eyes as he stared at you, his everything right now. “Pizza? I know that you haven’t eaten any non Korean foods while you were here. It’s quick and cheap too.”

Most would think that in the middle of two people speaking about food is a time where you don’t kiss them, but for you this was perfect. His head on your chest, your hands rubbing his back soothingly and his arms around you securely. You let your hands touch his face, titling his head up to you where you pressed your lips against his. “Pizza it is baby.”

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One Lie and Two Broken Hearts//(S.M)

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  Something’s are meant to be be hidden.

 Others are meant to die when you do. 

 Hurting someone wasn’t your choice was it? 

 Just lie to me one more time before I let go. 

 You told me I was beautiful and I believed ever word that fell from your hypnotizing lips until I saw you and her together. Pictures posted on Instagram and twitter. Was she more beautiful, smarter, or loving then me, that you had to lead me on. 

 "Your so beautiful the stars envy you and all your beauty, Y/N" Shawn whispers into my ear late at night. 

Did she memorize the music you put out in 5 minutes? 

 Would she understand the meaning behind each song? 

 Every single hidden meaning behind each word you sang?

 "Y/N! How can you memorize that so fast- I. Your amazing baby! Number 1 fan that I’ll always have!“ 

 Did the ‘I love you’s’ mean anything to you?

 Leading me on wasn’t your intention was it? 

 It never was your intention but you kept waiting for something better to come along didn’t you? 

 "I love you, Y/N. Never will I ever fall out of love with you for anyone or anything” All these things came to my mind tonight. 

 "Y/N say something to me please" Shawn pleaded with me as I sat on couch.

 "What? What do you want me to say Shawn. I’m happy that you are breaking my heart into pieces! That- that" I cover my face. 

 "Anything please, just a few words but not those that I’m breaking your heart. Anything but that!“ Shawn says from the door way. 

 "Tell me one more lie” I tell him without watching his facial expression. 

“A lie?“ 

 "A lie Shawn, just one more lie and I’ll let you go.” “Is this what you want one more lie” Shawn says to me. 


 "I love you” Shawn tells me. I break down crying and the water works won’t stop. I feel his hand on my shoulder getting up from my position from the couch. 

“Don’t you dare touch!” I say from across the living room. 

 "Y/N… baby please come back here" Shawn pleads with me once again. 

 "No, if you lied about loving me then I don’t know what else you lied about. I need you to get out of here. I can’t breath right now" I say as I try and catch my breath. 


 "Shawn just go please I’ll be out by tomorrow. Bring her here and do whatever you want just please never call or text or anything to get close to me ever again.“  

“You know I can’t do that Y/N. this is our home I can’t bring anyone here. It’s a betrayal like no other. We moved in together and built this place to be our own. Shawn walks to the door and stands there.This small apartment holds to many unforgettable memories. Bringing her here it is just not right. I know I did wrong but I can’t make anything worse” Shawn says. 

 "I hope she makes your life better then I ever made it. Just know you will never get near me ever again. And you don’t really need to know this, but I’m pregnant” I tell him as he turns around to look at me. 

 "Y/N- Shawn just go be happy… something I clearly couldn’t do" I tell him closing the door in his face. I slide down the door and put my knees to my chest. My arms wrap around my knees and cry and cry. My hand rubs my small baby bump. 

 "It’s just me and you now peanut"

TITLE:  By The Light Of The Moon


AUTHOR: unfortunatemiss

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine finding out you’re pregnant when you and Loki aren’t speaking to each other, after constant fighting in your relationship caused you two to silently break up. You ponder if you should tell him, because you figure out that he might have moved on with his life. You decide not to tell him, but it all hits the fan when he sees you at you 4 month check up as he tries to get special herbs from Eir.


NOTES/WARNINGS: This is my first fanfiction. I apologize for any typos. I’ve been out of writing for a while. Current chapter is only PG 13, but later chapters may become rated M. Chapter 4 soon to come!

After the visit with Eir, Loki followed Mia back to the place she had been living. Luckily her roommate wasn’t home yet. She set the bottles down on the small table and turned to look at him. He was looking around the small house, scrunching his nose as he did. “You live here? Is it safe?” Okay, so maybe the house wasn’t the nicest but it was all she could afford while working at one of the taverns in the area. “Look, I know it’s not the best but it’s all I can afford right now. So it’ll do.”

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soft, elegant, golden

They stare up at the building and Philip slaps Lukas’s arm, grinning over at him when he jumps. “What do they say about catching flies, huh?” Philip asks, giggling when Lukas grabs at his hip.

“It just looks so strange staring straight up at it,” Lukas says, their shoulders brushing together. “Did you want to come this late because it won’t be as packed?”

“Yeah,” Philip says, reaching down and taking his hand, pushing through the front door. “Normally there’s a line out the front. We’ve got a good two hours until they close.”

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“I promise you, nothing will come between us.”

Status Inglês 🍃

• How can I love when I’m afraid to fall in love?
(Como posso amar quando tenho medo de me apaixonar?)

• We did not know how to make it work …
(A gente não soube fazer dar certo…)

• I like you. I think of you. I just breathe you.
(Eu gosto de você. Eu penso em você. Eu só respiro você.)

• Every longing felt what we can not feel.
(Toda saudade é sentida daquilo que não podemos mais sentir.)

• “And the good life is to live well, be well, wishing well …”
(“E o bom da vida é viver bem, estar bem, querer bem…”)

• “I prefer people watching than talking to them.”
(“Eu prefiro observar as pessoas do que falar com elas.”)

• “I became a totally different person because of you.”
(“Eu me tornei uma pessoa totalmente diferente por sua causa.”)

• “And I know it’s complicated, but I’m a failure in love.”
(“E eu sei que é complicado, mas eu sou um fracasso no amor.”)

• I know that love, which knows how to deal, I do not know more feel.
(Eu que sabia amar, que sabia lidar, eu que não sei mais sentir.)

• “Run for your dreams because there is no fairy godmother in this world.”
(“Corra atrás dos seus sonhos, pois não existe fada madrinha nesse mundo.” )

• “❤💬 … Our love affair has taste of an eternal dream … ❤💬”
(“❤💬…Nosso caso de amor tem sabor de um sonho Eterno…❤💬”)

• Come live with me, comes danger, comes to die with me, baby …
(Vem viver comigo, vem correr perigo, vem morrer comigo, meu bem…)

• And when I’m sad, just hold me.
(E quando eu estiver triste, simplesmente me abrace.)

• They said time heals. They lied.
(Eles disseram que o tempo cura. Eles mentiram.)

• If you do not see do not let you feel
(Se não lhe vejo não o deixo de sentir)

• You can’t break what’s already broken.
(Você não pode quebrar o que já está quebrado.)

• You’re only mine in my dreams.
(Sua mina só nos meus sonhos.)

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