could of fooled me

you leave prometheus thinking shaw and david are otp and leave covenant realizing walter and daniels are the true otp

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In short, Cassandra ships it.
(this is the most random thing I’ve ever made)

does any1 else do that thing were ur just like pacing around ur room and u feel giddy and are just thinking about something you rEALLY love and u cant sit still literally are full of so much emotion for this thing that u feel like ur gonna burst

Gil, everytime Ryder gets back from a mission involving the nomad, probably: RydeR whaT ThE fUCK

  • you, a fool: some things about society are bad and could be better
  • me, a brilliant intellectual with 20 caster levels in both wizard and sorcerer in possession of a 50 charge wand of greater resurrection: and yet you still engage in society rather than sequestering yourself in a cave behind a waterfall, i n t e r e s t i n g
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I’m Zuho 😂😂

Suga Daddy: Part 4

Suga Daddy: Part 4

Word count: 9k

Genre: smut, angst

So this chapter really means a lot to me so I hope you like it. Let me know if you want. Enjoy! Also, I didn’t have enough time to edit this how I wanted to. Sorry about the mistakes.

parts: one | two | three 




The week had gone by super quickly, much to your dismay. You had hoped for a slow week. You had tried to focus on school and your dance classes. Yugyeom had been a great distraction but sadly he wasn’t over today and neither was Yoongi. You had been so use to him spending the night that when he slept over last night you were shocked not to find him in bed with you. The truth was he had been over every night this week. It was weird to you, he’d hadn’t come over everyday since the beginning. One night you didn’t even have sex, you just cuddled on the couch and made out.

Then again he would barely talk to you. He’d come over and give you some of the best sex, fall asleep holding you and then would be gone once you woke up. You didn’t think much of it though because that’s something you were used to. What you were freaking out about was him texting you everyday about your parents.

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Farewell
Guess who is not over it… Guess
Kiss me” you whisper softly, in an almost empty movie theater, with no one to watch us. You lean in with that same devilish smile that I fell in love with. But you pause, as our lips linger just inches away from each other’s. The anticipation and his growing smile get bigger as the seconds pass, and I find myself breaking the silence. “Just kiss me, you fool”, and I could feel the smile on his lips as they touched mine. I don’t know how I got so lucky with him, but in that moment all the worries in the world disappeared. It was just him, me, and the lingering smile on his lips that told me he was in love.
—  I fell in love with every little thing that you did // 4.20.17
Netflix - Smut

Originally posted by alfatwolf

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,997
Request: Can you plz do a imagine where Stiles and the reader have a Netflix and chill date? Oh, and smut if you would like to add it. -bye I love your writing! ❤ 
AN: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been distracted lately. Also I didn’t edit this very well so excuse my mistakes. xoxoxox Thanks to @toppunks for looking at this for me.


Kira slammed her locker door, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re not coming to the party?”

You shook your head, your arms tightening around the books you were holding. “Nah. I’m not in the party mood.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Stiles isn’t going either, would it?” Lydia asked from beside you, a knowing look on her pretty face.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “No. What Stiles Stilinski chooses to do does not dictate my every decision.”

“You could have fooled me.” Malia deadpanned.

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Sleep Sugar

Pairing: Sebastian X Reader

Words: 444

Warnings: None. Fluff.

Anon asked “Hi so I have really bad insomnia and I’d like to request a imagine/one shot/preference were Sebastian or Bucky would like come home and see that reader is still awake and just try to make them relaxed and like hold them until they fall asleep like something I could read at night and just be in peace and maybe fall asleep..”

A/N: Sorry this is late. But I hope your insomnia gets better lovely anon. :) Comments always appreciated. Here is the song by the way with English translation below . The ending is “I love you. Good night.” in Romanian. The song is in Russian.

Permanent Tag List: @meganlane84 @mizzzpink @bringmetheemobands @kimistry27

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

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This!!! Meet the Artist meme!! Is just adorbs!! Thinking about my fave and not-fave things in the world was difficult, but it was interesting n super q to do :-) I encourage everyone to give it a shot!! 
tagged by @cynicallyneutral and @banakiri a while back!!!

When intentions are lost in translation

For @snowbaz-feda day 29. Baz takes care of Simon, and Simon accuses Baz of plotting.

SIMON:

I didn’t want to go off and kill them all, I thought I could fight the beasts and chase them away, but there are too many of them and none of my spells are coming out right and there are cuts across my body where they’ve slashed me with their claws and I can’t. I can’t fight them. The sword drops from my hand, the magic spills over, and I feel the explosion at the same moment I hit the ground.

BAZ:

Snow barely makes it through the door and to his bed before he collapses, his upper body slumped across the bed with the rest of him still hanging off it, knees scraping the floor. I wait for him to heave himself the rest of the way up, but he doesn’t move. I can smell blood, and his shirt is torn in a few places.

I ignore the sensation of my fangs filling my mouth and cautiously step closer.

‘Snow?’

There’s no answer, not even a groan, and he’s still not moving. I take in the dishevelled state of his hair and the scars on his back, visible through the tears in the fabric of his shirt, and I forget all about keeping my distance and rush to his side. I grab his wrist.

There’s a pulse, but it’s slow and irregular, and he seems to be struggling to breathe.

Up close the smell of blood is stronger, and I can see that he’s unconscious. Whatever it was has seriously hurt him. He starts to slump back towards the ground and I catch him with an arm around his shoulders. I try to figure out how to move him onto the bed with the least physical contact possible. In the end, I scoop him up with my other arm under his knees, and I try not to hold him too close as I lift him up and gently lay him on his back on the bed.

I take out my wand and spell away the tattered remains of his shirt, dropping them onto the floor for him to deal with later. There are cuts and wounds all over his chest, some bleeding quite badly, and his face looks pale underneath all the blood and grime and he looks like he could be dead. There’s a strange ache in the pit of my stomach, and I won’t pretend I don’t know what it is. (It’s the feeling of seeing the one you love close to death, and realising how close you are to losing him.)

I cast every healing spell I can think of, repeating them over and over, until the scars finally start to shrink and the colour returns to his cheeks.

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