deep n shit

the war repackage concept: exo sitting around the strategy table like the one in monster looking all beaten n bruised n arguing amongst themselves out of frustration bc they losing this war. they’re in deep shit n they don’t know how to get out of it, they been tryin to think up a plan but nothing is working. the resistance is failing. too many deaths too many injuries not enough man power. they can’t sustain their forces. in the midst of the yelling the double doors swing open and the camera pans to a shot following a mans footsteps as he walks calmly to the table. silence falls and hope rises. frowns even out, junmyeon looks relieved n there’s a satisfied smirk on bbhs face. the camera pans up and zhang yixing takes the only empty seat at the table. he smiles. the healer has arrived. their wild card. it’s time to win the war.


probably my last work doodle + current mood

anonymous asked:

uh I'm assuming that anon isn't a ym shipper cause if they were they wouldn't say that which makes me wonder why would they follow you......

IMO namjoon having written (tho whether its as a lyricist or a composer I’m still not sure?? I’ve seen diff trans from what he wrote on fc so) serendipity just cements his position as president of the ym fanclub that anon is legit being bitter abt strangers having fun on the internet abt their ship lmao what’s the point (also,, if yg didn’t have a hand in creating the song then just think abt his rEACTION WHEN FIRST HEARING IT its rly just a win win situation here 

 Yeeeeees we need to chill because it’s not like any other shippers go wild when they see material of their shipp right?? 🙄 (also Namjoon wrote the song?? even more reasons to make it the ym anthem please)

Wow how do non ym shippers even find your page?!?…. like ummm wtf why do they even care about your posts. Obviously they care… it’s beyond me why???..I’m a YM shipper but yo I’m a realist and we jus have fun online with our theories ya know I’m not going to a ji/kook blog and sending judging annoyed messaged to them get yo life trolls! 😘LY

right,,,,,,,,,, why do people bother me when they can just block lmao i’m not doing anything wrong but if you don’t wanna see it then you don’t have to ?? i can let people have fun w w/e they want too this isn’t a hard concept to grasp

sora-goofy-donald  asked:

What about a prompto fluff where he's feeling super insecure/worthless and his s/o cheers him up by kissing his freckles/stretch marks and a tickle war

Eeeeeeeeeep, I love this~ <3 Prompto is precious child. I must love and protect him at all costs for forever. <3 <3 <3

I’m going to write this as a one-shot since it’s a single character request! <3

This one did take a bit of a turn from the original request… but I still like how it turned out overall :) I hope you like it!!!!

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white-reaper  asked:

“I wasn’t meant to survive this.” [ LOL this one is heavy BYE ]

assorted angst starters .:. @white-reaper

                  He wasn’t. The mere fact of the matter slices through him with the ironic sense of surrealism, now Arima has decided to echo it. No, he was not meant to survive this. He was meant to be dead, gone and buried, a memory that Kain would grieve in his own certain way (with rage and disappearing acts and erasing himself from Tokyo altogether.) He was supposed to be Kain’s even in death, once the hourglass ran dry and his false idol devoured him whole for himself and savoured no meal more than he had this one. He is not supposed to be here, alive, in his bed, between his sheets; staring up at the ceiling of Kain’s home, or perhaps at the devil’s turned back while he sits and untangles himself from the immaculate monotony of his clothes. No. Arima shouldn’t be doing any of those things at all.

                   But he is. And that very fact catches the devil nearly off guard all over again as his fingers pause at the buttons of his shirt, sharp jaw turned nearly in surprise toward the man behind (and sees he was indeed watching his silhouette instead of the shadows telling nonsensical stories on the ceiling.) Their eyes meet in a crash of some crushing reality, waves breaking, breaths held. They stare endlessly through the not-quite-dark of these dim walls. The minutes crawl over them undisturbed and so strangely heavy. Ah yes. Reality has become remarkably strange for them both, all of a sudden.

                   “…No.” Kain’s voice is delicate, like the candlelight quivering on the walls. He abandons the menial task of teasing open buttons instead to twist himself to one side. He looms with one freed hand either side of the man beneath, dark hair hurrying down to curtain his cheek as he tilts and stares pensively into the colour of Arima’s eyes. “You yearned for your death with an immensity beyond even my expectation. To think that you would hurry yourself to it so, and I foolishly would lay none the wiser waiting for you that very same hour. And then to know when it was too late, only in an instant of cold, angry clarity–you were dead. I thought you would stay dead.” His thin chest relaxes with a sigh, skin shifting over the keys of his ribs and the hollow of his throat flashing with his pulse. He looks more touchable and human than he ever has, for all his perfections and guises. His weight shifts to the hand on the left, the other laying the backs of its fingers against the reaper’s cheek. “You were not meant to be returned to this world after you had finally relieved yourself of it. But here you are, against all conceivable odds, alive and–dare I say–well.” Those fingers pause at the slope in the other man’s neck on their steady venture down. They pause, and daren’t move from their newest haunt nearing the point of his lover’s throat. Considering–it’s easy to see when Kain is thinking by the way his eyes lid or grow that tiniest bit too dark, sheltered with a veil of wonder as he assesses the man beneath him.

                  “Do you wish now that you had stayed gone? Do you wish now that the peacefulness of death had not betrayed you the way it has, to bring you back into this cruel, sorry world of ours? The very luxury of leaving this world behind is one lost to you now forever. Do you mourn for that?” Kain could not blame him if he did–having no other wish in the world but to leave it, and being denied the satisfaction of even that much, what a cruel joke indeed that is. He smiles, a tiny quirk at the corner of his lips, estranged and foreign. Things are so very different now. “It seems a lot of things were simply not meant to be.

Malec Fic Rec

Defying Gravity by Ketz | Complete | AU

When Izzy and Aline suggested that Alec should join the coming Wicked cast, the idea sounded not only ridiculous, but completely absurd. All the law student wanted was a peaceful and anonymous life, free of over exposure.

But maybe, just maybe, it was time to let go of his self-set restrains. Specially if it means getting to know the intriguing Art Director of the play, right?

Fake Date Me, Alexander by mininoot | Complete | AU

Magnus doesn’t do relationships. Alec doesn’t do hook ups. Magnus needs a ‘proper’ date for a party, and who better to ask than Alec. Fake dating isn’t so hard, really. Unless your fake boyfriend’s brother finds out that you’re 'dating’ just before you join them on a family trip. What starts off as a simple favor quickly turns into something a lot more permanent, and a lot more confusing. The return of Alec’s terrifying past doesn’t help much, either

(tbh this is worth it for how the plot just comes out of left field and makes you think you clicked another tab, A+ wtf moments, tw: child abuse)

A Fighting Chance by heartsdesire456 | Oneshot | AU

When Magnus Bane bought the space for his dance studio, Pandemonium, he had no idea that the wall between it and the MMA Training Gym next door was so thin. Neither did he realize that a dispute over the loud music would lead to him becoming involved in the world of MMA and, more importantly, guide him to the man who would end up changing his life.

A Step Ahead by witch_lit | Oneshot | Canon

When Alec snaps into an unfamiliar place, he has to figure out where he is. And, of course, what his husband has portaled him into now.

(the best time travel malec fic i’ve found so far)

Plastic (Go Back To Being Plastic) by FrozenHearts | Oneshot | Canon

“I don’t want to talk about your mother, Alexander!” Robert hissed. Jace pressed his lips into a thin line. Alec was only ever called by his full name when he was n deep shit. Robert went on, stammering through his words, “I think there is some sort of spell, we an just have another warlock come… come fix you and-”

“What the hell, Dad?” Alec cut him off, “Fix me? What am I, a chair?”

Once Upon A Time In Brooklyn by Master of Unlocking | Complete | Canon-divergent

Once upon a time, in a faraway land called Brooklyn, an older-than-he-seemed Warlock lived in a fashionable loft apartment…

Magnus Bane angers the wrong warlock and ends up with more than he bargained for. Not only is he cursed to live out fairytales that risk his life in increasingly creative ways, he also has to find his One True Love within the year or face dire consequences.

Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things by nameless_bliss | WIP | Canon-divergent

In which Alec Lightwood confronts a lifetime of issues about his appearance, and slowly, with a lot of help, learns that he’s allowed to be pretty.

(tw: dysphoria)

Appassionato by Chonideno | Complete | AU

Alec plays the piano every day, with great talent. One night, a note slips under his door: it’s a request from an anonymous neighbor. Before he knows it, Alec picks up the habit of leaving his window open so his neighbor can listen to him. Requests keep coming. Slowly, two strangers start a conversation without words and let the music do the work for them.

Being approached by his correctional officer whom he’d made ties with prior to even being thrown inside the of the cool four walls months ago, Kairo was finally informed that he could be freed from the jail cell and be taken home soon. But first, loads of paperwork had been lodged onto him to read thoroughly over and sign off on which stated simply that he understood his rights during the release process that was ahead of him as he was settled into the interrogation room until this said process was over with. Moments later, he was given all of the belongings that were taken away from him the night of the arrest such as the jewelry, his set of glasses and baseball cap, belt, etc. A sudden aura of relief came over him as he was finally close to him exiting the earth’s own version of hell; after the necessary individuals skimmed over the endless amount of paperwork, Kairo sat in an almost impatient manner as he was finally granted the permission to make a phone call for his ride to scoop him up from the facility which was his bro, Quenin . A waiting period had been going on as he anticipated for Quenin’s arrival so he could be allowed to leave at last; once he’d appeared through the doors, gathering up the money to pay for his the desired bail. As soon as Kai touched back down in the comfort of his own home, Kairo was instantly greeted with a mouthful of a lecture from his mother was obviously worried sick about the male. In all honesty, he didn’t mind the ongoing ‘speech’ that he’d received from his mother because at the end of the day, he knew that everything that was said was solely because of her worries and the fact that she cared way too much about the male to see him locked up in a cell for God knows how long it could’ve been. But of course, in the back of his head all he could ponder on was getting immediately back to the money but on a more reserved level while he allowed for all of his shit to pass over for just a week or two before getting back to the money regularly. Kairo was finally and officially a free ass nigga.

I Hate You (Part 31)

Ryan Sitkowski x reader
​​​warnings: language

“Again? Ryan, this is the third one!” You snap in frustration, hearing him sigh on the phone. “You could have told me an hour ago before I started getting ready!”
“Well, I didn’t know an hour ago!” Ryan defends himself quickly. “It’s not like I know when we’re going to have gigs, (Y/N)!”

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anonymous asked:


👾 pokemon


I KNOW OVERRATED but it’s small and fluffy and…

…boy, time to go down with something deep n shit
can transform, becoming a different type each time. eevee can grow and adapt, to the point that it can finally transform also because of love
……and depressed thoughts aside, i want to believe i’m slowly turning in a sylveon

Scarecrow - Part 1

Word Count: 2205

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: Sorry. I feel like this is awful. 

Tagging: @letsgetoutalive @aprofoundbondwithdean @spnfanficpond @pb-5minutefanfiction @desiringspnimagines @supernotnatural2005 @blacktithe7

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“Dad? Are you hurt?” Sam asked. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere. We didn’t know where you were. If you were ok.” Sam sighed. “We’re fine, Dad, where are you?” he asked.

You were still asleep, although vaguely aware that someone was talking. Being a hunter, you were a light sleeper most of the time. You were abruptly brought back to almost full consciousness when you felt your body move up. Dean had sat up in bed. It was then you were aware that the pillow you thought you buried your face in was actually Dean’s chest. “Is that Dad?” he asked, not even really aware himself you were on him.

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