dis is the present you want yes

170224 BTS Mokdong Fansign

Q: Taehyung-ah
Taetae, you have a low alcohol tolerance, right? You usually drink coke. What alcohol and how much can you drink?

Taehyung: One bottle

Fan: Hansung is cute.
Taehyung: Ah, really? 
(He probably thought the response was bad) 
Taehyung: I want to try to act in Crows Zero~
Fan: Isn’t that going to be a scary role?
Taehyung: It doesn’t have to be a scary role, I want to wear uniform. 
Fan: Wow, that would be so cool.
Taehyung: I want to play Serizawa, he’s so cool. While acting in the drama, I’ll be the Taetae-san that speaks Japanese.

Q: Will we be able to see Agust D’s solo concert this year? I want to hear ‘So Far Away’ live on the concert.

Yoongi: I will think about it

Yoongi: Name?
Fan: I’m OO.
Yoongi: Ah, are you Japanese? (in Japanese)
Fan: Wah, (you’re speaking in) Japanese!?
Yoongi: Because I’ve studied Japanese.
(the fan heard him say ‘because I’m genius Suga’)
Fan: I’ll be going to the concert, the next one is at Tokyo Dome right~
Yoongi: Yes, Tokyo Dome.
Fan: I’ll be waiting in Tokyo.
Yoongi: Can’t wait!

Q: Namjoon ah
I’m looking forward to your mix tape! Please say something before the release! (When will it be released?)

Namjoon: Just getting ready ♡ 

Fan: Namjoon~
Namjoon: Ooh OO-san~ (in Japanese)
Fan: What language should we talk in? (in English)
Namjoon: I don’t mind. (in English) But your English is good. Where did you learn it? In Japan?
Fan: I studied in Japan~ I didn’t study abroad. (in English)
Namjoon: Not at all? (in English)
Fan: Yes. (in English)
Namjoon reads the post-it-note
Namjoon: That’s sweet. (in Japanese)
Fan: Sweet?
Namjoon: I’ll work hard preparing it~

Q: Hoseok ah~ 
I’m looking forward to your mix tape! Please say your resolution before the release! (When will it be released?)

Hoseok: I’m working hard on it, so please anticipate a lot 

Hoseok: Oh~ Mixtape~ Please look forward to it~
Fan: I can’t wait~ When will you release it?
Hoseok: Hmm~ I have a lot of work these days~
Fan: I think Hoseok-san is beautiful, what’s your secret?
Hoseok: I’ve received a lot of love, that’s why.
Fan: That’s difficult.
Hoseok: Because of everyone, I’m able to receive so much love.
Fan: I’m looking forward to your mixtape.

Q: Jimin-ah
Sniper Jimin-ah! Pierce my heart with 5 characters! (You can’t write ‘I love you’)

Jimin: I missed you (he wrote in Japanese because of the fan)

Fan: 5 characters?
Jimin: あいたかった…? (he counts with his hand)
Fan: … (in Japanese, it’s 6 characters…)
Fan: Since you have pink hair~ (passes something in pink to him)
Jimin: (laughs)
Fan: (dies of cuteness)
Fan: It’s a present~ (passes the bag)
Jimin seems to be the type to either concentrate on writing or speaking.

Q: You don’t upload cover songs these days, but will you upload (them)?

Jin: I will work hard and upload 

Fan: Are you still studying Japanese?
Jin: Yes, I’m studying diligently!
Fan: I went to the concert and your solo stage was so cool. AWAKE.
Jin: Ah, really?
Fan: If you can have solo activities, what would you like to do?
Jin: I want to try everything.
Fan: Next concert is at Tokyo Dome, right? I’ll be waiting in Tokyo!

Q: My Twitter icon is a sheep, can you draw a sheep?

Jungkook: *drawing*

Fan: You said you’ve learnt Japanese, so can we speak in Japanese?
Jungkook: Ok
Fan: English too?
Jungkook: Not in English, not yet ㅋㅋㅋ
Artist Jungkook draws a sheep
Fan: Isn’t that a lion…?
Jungkook: ㅋㅋㅋ

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Trans: KIMMYYANG

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王子様のプロポーズ 2- Be My Princess 2 [Mobage]
(Ivan’s) Melty Birthday - Chibi Ivan Route

Since cg posting is not allowed, I am posting sneak peek.
“A rain of cherry blossoms falling in my heart”

Please get your tissues ready. This is a bittersweet but really beautiful birthday story. Happy birthday my valiant prince Ivan Chernenkov.

Once again, please do not share this route anywhere else other than using your reblog button to any other social media. This is a summary, all rights to the story goes to Voltage Inc. Thank you and enjoy!

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Can’t help falling in love (Part 7)

Summary: The reader has tried continuously to fall out of love with Sam, however just when she thinks that she’s got it under her belt Sam comes waltzing right back into her life again undoing all of the hard work that you’ve worked toward.

Warnings: Language, mild-violence

Word count: About 1900

Sam x Reader

Part Part Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

“What do you mean we need to talk about Y/N?” Sam said, still not inviting Castiel inside “and how do you know who we are?”

He hadn’t yet lowered the weapon but Castiel didn’t honestly seem all that bothered “I am an angel of the Lord, I know everyone but I could hear Y/N’s concern as to why she was bought back to life and I thought that I should explain.” He said letting himself in.

You could see Sam straining against pulling the trigger but you quickly stepped in “okay fine, tell us what happened then, oh and how do you know what I’m thinking?”

Castiel looked as though he would roll his eyes “I am an angel of the Lord, I can hear your thoughts if I wish to.”

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Mistletoe: a Josh Dun imagine part 11

Y/N: Wow okay, I did not know that you guys would like my poem that much. I got a lot of love, and a handful of hate, but it was insane to see that reaction. You guys are crazy! I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas, Hanukah, or just a happy holiday. You all deserve it. And if not, then there’s always next year. I love you all very much and hope you’re doing well. Here’s the popular request to continue the Mistletoe series…

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“I thought I told you to stay off the couch!” a loud voice jolted both you and Josh awake. Wide eyed, scared, you looked around before resting your glare on Tyler, hands on his hips, staring down at the two of you. “What the heck is this?”

“Cuddles,” Josh mumbled, not giving a care in the world, curling up closer to you.

“Well cuddle time is over,” Tyler rolled his eyes. “It’s time to decorate our Christmas tree!”

“Come on, Josh,” you urged, nudging him slightly. Both of you were extremely exhausted, but agreed on getting up and helping Tyler decorate the tree.

“I got a couple ornaments,” Tyler chuckled, pouring a bag of contents onto the floor. On the table was a small Christmas tree, probably three feet tall at the most, and on the floor was scattered candy canes, cinnamon sticks, mini baubles, a strand of tinsel, and a small star.

“This is like an elf version or something,” Josh giggled. “It’s so tiny!”

“Does it work?” Tyler raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah definitely,” Josh nodded.

“Did you get me my present?” Tyler joked.

“Yup,” Josh reassured. You looked at him quizzically.

“You did?” you questioned.

“I did,” Josh narrowed his eyes.

“You sure?” Tyler cocked his head to the side. “Because when I got in the hotel room, it looks like you didn’t get much accomplished at all gift searching wise.”

“Don’t worry,” Josh laughed. “I got you a present.”

You couldn’t seem to figure out how or when this happened, but you just shrugged, deciding that Josh probably did think up something to give Tyler last minute. You on the other hand, were secretly panicking on the inside. You had nothing to give Josh or Tyler, and you hoped maybe things would work out. If you woke up early, you could probably draw little Christmas cards on the hotel room stationary, or make them morning coffee, or get a cab and pick something up, or get a small present from the gift shop. You decided not to worry about it. Instead, Tyler turned on his phone to a Christmas music station, and the three of you smiled, crouching down and picking up a handful of ornaments, preparing to decorate the tree. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a Christmas tree this small before,” Tyler commented, unwrapping a mini candy cane and sticking it in his mouth.

“I thought those were for decorating,” Josh gave him a playful shove.

“They were,” Tyler reminded with a grin.

“Doofus,” you smirked, tossing a bauble at his face, watching it bounce of his cheek and the candy cane fall out of his mouth and onto the floor.

“My candy cane!” Tyler cried, surprised, turning his attention towards you. He instantly picked up a cinnamon stick, throwing it at you and it hit your head, getting tangled in your hair.

“Oh, it’s on!” Josh decided, tossing the star ninja style at Tyler, making his eyes go wide.

It wasn’t but several minutes of us throwing Christmas ornaments until we heard a knock on the door and we all went silent, Tyler opening it and getting scolded by the hotel staff for being too loud, apologizing, and promising it wouldn’t happen again. When he closed the door he burst into laughter. “You know, I thought you two would be the ones getting in trouble for being loud, but I was proved wrong,” he teased.

“Hey!” Josh’s eyes lit up, throwing a candy cane at Tyler.

“Okay, okay,” his laughter died down. “I think that’s enough.”

“Tomorrow’s Christmas,” you reminded. “We’re supposed to be hugging and giving presents, not using ornaments as deadly weapons!”

“Fine,” Tyler chuckled, topping the Christmas tree with the star. “What do you want to do? We don’t have an oven so we can’t bake cookies, we’ve already decorated the tree, and it’s way too late to be singing carols.”

“How about a movie?” Josh wondered.

“Like Elf!” you suggested.

“Oh my gosh, yes!” Tyler exclaimed happily.

“I’ll get the popcorn,” Josh grinned.

“Wait. Are we allowed to sit on the couch or is that still forbidden?” you joked.

“As long as I get to sit beside Josh,” Tyler decided.

“Don’t fight over me,” Josh laughed, putting the popcorn in the microwave as you plopped on the couch and looked for the movie.

“You were mine first,” Tyler reminded.

“Shut up,” you giggled, picking up a blanket and easing into the couch cushions.

“You about ready, Josh? We’re going to start without you,” Tyler teased, picking up the remote.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Josh glared, taking the popcorn out of the microwave and pouring it into a bowl.

“Three,” Tyler began a countdown.

“Hold on! I need the salt!” Josh shouted, opening up the cabinets.

“Two!” Tyler continued.

“Give me a break!” Josh yelled, pouring salt into the bowl.

“One…” Tyler dared.

“Almost there!” Josh exclaimed, racing over to the couch and plopping down right between you and Tyler.

“Zero,” Tyler grinned. “You got lucky.”

“You almost got another candy cane thrown at you,” Josh warned playfully as Tyler started the movie.

“Be quiet and watch the film,” you hushed, leaning your head on Josh’s shoulder. Being with Josh and Tyler could be frustrating at times, especially seeing as childish, immature, playful, and crazy as the two boys often were, but it was definitely worth it. Their smiles, laughter, happiness, and adorable quirks seemed contagious, and there was absolutely nobody else you would ever want to spend the holiday with except for these two boys.

What Is and What Should Never Be - Part 2

Word Count: 4414 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: Italics are Dean’s dream

Series Rewrite Masterlist


Dean woke up on the couch listening to the sound of birds singing outside the window. He squinted his eyes trying to adjust to the brightness and remember where he was when he saw a photo on the table. It was a photo of the boys and you with John wearing a Santa hat. He instantly opened his eyes all the way and sat up, pulling his phone out and dialing Sam. Sam’s line went straight to voicemail and he sighed, shoving his phone back in his pocket, when he felt you move next to him.

 

“Shh shh shh…” He leaned down and brushed your hair back, kissing your forehead. “Go back to sleep, princess.”  

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anonymous asked:

Could you do the teenage AU, where like Cham finds out Hera likes Kanan/Caleb?

This assumes that Cham only “finds out” when they were teenagers. Cham has known since forever and has long made peace that he’ll (maybe) get splotchy little hybrid grandkids in the future.

A shaky holocam pans down to a much younger Hera. 

“Hera!” Cham’s voice is heard calling out. The girl turns around obediently, still clutching some festive pastry in her hands. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes!” the little twi’lek girl nods.

“Do you like Caleb?”

“Yes!” she announces without hesitation.

“Do you want to marry Caleb?”

“Yes!”

“She can’t marry a human…” some distant relative mutters off-screen.

Hera immediately pouts, her eyes flashing furiously. “Yes I can! We’re going to get married on… Nar Shaddaa! And you won’t be invited!!” She takes a very deliberate bite out of her pastry.

“Oh ho ho! Looks like your daughter already has everything planned out, Syndulla,” someone chuckles off-screen.

Back in present day, Cham is showing the recording to a rather awkward Caleb while Hera dies of embarrassment, wailing that she was only ten and didn’t know any better.

The Neighbor Next Door 2/15

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, BONUS: XMAS Extra #1, XMAS Extra #2

Summary: (USUK) Arthur, an Omega has recently made the move to the US for a promising new job. He finds more than he bargained for when his loud Alpha neighbor won’t stop having sex at all hours of the night. Being sexually frustrated he declares war, but does Arthur want to be the victor when giving in feels so right?

Warnings: Fic is rated R ; traditional omegaverse

A/N: This story will be updated on Fridays. It was only supposed to be 5-6 chapters and I’m currently working on chapter 7 so original estimate completely out the window. /o/

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Delete the Believer
Secret Band
Delete the Believer

Insistent bitch, you burst my ear drums close range, your version of the past is most strange

Extortion through a biological defect, an irritating reason to sleep with fake breasts

A lot of things get themselves elevated, review my pictures and plans, pretendin I am not jaded

If you do then I could plummet myself nude, covered in red, orange, yellow and j00 blue

One thick splinter in the spoke, the carousel, the ropes gone withered coat my throat in shrapnel

Most my winners know the throne’s a stairwell

You keep your mouth shut when the evidence piles up

Two thin shards, on the hood, the ferris wheel, hard fought fight, now you face the scalpel, lost my demons when I tossed the capsule

Nip it in the tuck, so the image gets fake enough   

Plastic wrap my sandwich stat cause I’m the meanest obesesist, the fattest gas of classic bass,

I solidify It’s cohesive

You were ill equipped to pillage it, and delete the believer, but east the locust swift, and local fists, will pummel the fever

Collect in caution, for the mind will erase the passion of the moment, back in toward, road you walk upon will crumble in on it

I knew the best kept line was still waitin in my brain, before the present dies, I pluck the thought out like a crane.

Can I subscribe to that? Yes you can

I’m hearing the shape of the whisper that you cannot see, and can never take back

You cannot see, and can never take back.

Inside I approgate dip, tashobulections, flip, it’s so guhdayo, my nohse sun dahbayshun shrimp

Inside I approgate dip, wection frip, it’s sobuhdayo, the gose tun the bae dun swip

If I can operate the mind then can I separate the soul

Then the clock just split

I knew the time was all mine to do what I want with

I don’t gotta be a hero, do those even in exist, with only blood pumpin through your fist

And all this time it was a slippery slope

Used the wrong antidote to cope, thought my hope couldn’t float, but the fault was mine, put perspective inline, cursed the day when my thoughts turned against me

The mind is trap, push the thought away, assumption enslaves, my brain decays

anonymous asked:

Because I need some Jamie x Brienne in my life: "Shit, are you bleeding?!"

SPOILERS FOR THE JAIME ADWD CHAPTER plus subsequent speculation


She should have noticed.

She should have. Fine, all things considered, it’s probably human that she doesn’t pay attention to his irregular breathing until they’re far from the brotherhood’s camp. And considering that she’s also worried about Pod and Hyle - they took the other horse and ran the other way, and she really hopes they had the same luck they had -, and that she had rode the horse to exhaustion and that she was worried trying not to get them killed, it’s… not surprising that she realizes that something’s wrong the moment she feels something warm and sticky on her back, pouring through her clothes.

Considering that he’s sitting behind her and holding on to her back -

“Shit, are you bleeding?”

“Wench, I didn’t know you finally succumbed to the joys of swearing like all of us do,” he croaks, and considering how he’s sounding -

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[Fic] Olympus University

this is just one moment based off of this college professors AU if you guys like it feel free to send me some suggestions/prompts corresponding to this AU to make it better! Here’s just one moment of many <3 

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Jason readjusts the glasses on his face and takes his briefcase out of the passenger’s seat. He checks the school map one last time on his phone and scurries into the building before the bell can ring.

Students are already seated in the auditorium. They stop talking as soon as they see him.

Freshmen, Jason thinks. Or sophomores. They stare at him in fascination, and he stumbles down the steps to get to the desk at the bottom. By the time he makes it down, the bell’s already rung, and he’s trying to catch his breath.

“Sorry,” he gasps, and he straightens out his suit. “I would have been here sooner, but—Professor Jackson gave me the wrong directions, and I, uh. I nearly ended up driving my car into the school pool.”

 

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Stilinski could be Claudia's maiden name and the Sheriff took it when they got married? Stilinski is Polish and we know Claudia is canonically Polish but it's never said if the Sheriff is too. And then we have the Yukimura's were Ken did take Noshiko's last name. Also Melissa keeping McCall even after divorcing Rafael. I just think there's enough evidence pointing to it being Claudia's maiden name.

There is hardly any evidence at all concerning Claudia and certainly not her maiden name. All we know is that she died, that she was Polish and that Stiles is named after her dad, something the sheriff tells coach in episode 1x05.

I suppose it is possible, but it’s not really all that common. I think it’s more common to hyphenate than to choose the woman’s last name. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be done, and the idea is presented to  us through the Yukimuras.

Scott: Yukimura is Japanese, right? 
Mrs Yukimura: Mmm-hmm. 
Mr Yukimura : Yes. Yes, but I’m actually Korean. When my wife and I married, I took her name, as she was the only surviving member of her family. 
Scott: You didn’t want to take both names? 
Mr Yukimura : We were married in Japan, where the law says that the couple must share the same name. To belong to the same koseki. My wife’s lineage is quite unique. I was actually going to discuss it in class. 
Kira: Please don’t. 
Mrs Yukimura : Kira. You should be proud of your heritage. It was a profound honor to join your mother’s family.

 If Claudia has links to the supernatural, names might be important and she might have insisted on keeping her surname, and also naming Stiles. The conversation with the Yukimuras alludes to them choosing her name because she was a Kitsune. Also Claudia could be the last surviving of her line as well. 

Coach did comment “You must really love you’re wife very much” when he say Stiles’ first name on the journal, which the sheriff confirmed that he did. Perhaps enough to give up his own surname. 

Scott did ask Melissa why she kept McCall after she got divorced, so the show has gone to great lengths to highlight the topic of surnames and choice - choosing the name that you want and not the name you should take according to tradition. 

Scott: Mom, can I ask you something? 
Melissa: Yeah. 
Scott: Why didn’t you How come you never changed your name back to Delgado? 
Melissa: Do you mean, why did I keep your father’s name? 
Scott: Yeah. 
Melissa: Yeah. Because it’s your name, too, honey. I gotta go, sweetheart, okay? I love you. 

The Yukimuras is one, the McCalls twice, we only need a third to confirm a pattern of three with regards to unconventional surname choices. Perhaps it is the Stilinskis?

Interesting idea, thanks for sharing. 

PP #5 - Telling His Family

Harry: Sitting at the dinner table with Anne and Gemma, waiting for Harry to make the first move before anything came out of your mouth. The four of you ate in a comfortable silence, the sound of silverware clinking against the porcelain plates. “Mum?” Harry said, breaking the silence and getting his mom’s attention. “Yeah Harry?” she replied, looking over at him with a smile. “(Y/N) and I have something we want to tell you,” he continued, reaching over and gently taking your hand. Both girls furrowed their eyebrows, setting down their forks and watching the two of you curiously. “Is it bad or good?” Gemma spoke up, looking between you and Harry. “It’s great, wonderful,” Harry answered looking at you. “Yeah…” you spoke up softly, looking at his sister and mother. “I’m pregnant,” you admitted, smiling widely as the girls’ faces absolutely lit up. “Are you serious?” Anne asked quickly, her palms pressed flat to the table as your husband nodded. Gemma shot out of her chair, going to her brother and pulling him in a bone-crushing hug. “Oh my god this is amazing!” Anne exclaimed, pulling you out of your chair to engulf you in her arms as well. You happily hugged her back, laughing at their excitement. “See mum, I told you I’d be the first one,” he smirked at Gemma who rolled her eyes playfully. “It’s your first and only time you’ll ever beat me,” she teased squeezing his shoulders. “When are you due?” his mum asked, turning her attention back to you. “August,” you replied, resting your hands on your pretty much invisible bump. “Well I’ll be here to help as much as I can.”

Liam: (His P.O.V.) I had Skype all set up to talk to my mum, wanting her to know the news before anyone else in my tight circle of friends and family. (Y/N) was asleep upstairs, her energy levels already decreasing even though she was only a few weeks in. My mums face lit up the screen and I couldn’t help but smile at how happy she was. “Hey mum,” I started off, waving into the camera. “Liam! How are you?” she asked quickly, her smile growing even wider. “I’m amazing mum, I’m absolutely amazing,” I chuckled, trying to work out in my mind how I was going to tell her at the same time. “Good, I’m so glad to hear it. How’re you and (Y/N)? Where is she by the way?” she questioned. “Oh, she’s upstairs having a nap,” I replied, chewing on my lip. “At this hour? But it’s so early. Is she ill?” “No, she’s not ill, but she doesn’t have much energy at the moment,” I continued, my mother furrowing her eyebrows. “That’s strange…” she started. “The last time I remember having my energy drained in the middle of the day was when I was pregnant with you,” she chuckled, looking at me. I didn’t say anything, hoping she would realize that what she just inferred was correct about my wife. I just smirked and raised m eyebrows. “Wait, is (Y/N)…” her words drifting off and I nodded, a laugh escaping my mouth. “She’s pregnant mum, you’re gonna be a grandma!” I exclaimed, watching as she covered her mouth in shock. “Oh my god!” My laughter couldn’t be contained as she called my sisters over, telling them as well. “You guys will have to come visit soon,” I offered, knowing they would want to see (Y/N). “Yes! Oh yes Liam, this is so amazing I can’t wait!” my mum cheered. “I love you so much my baby.” “I love you too mum, talk to you soon.”

Niall: Niall’s dad was over for coffee, but what he didn’t know was that you and Niall were planning on telling him the news. “So dad, we have a little present for you,” Niall said after the previous conversation had died down. “Oh?” Bobby said softly, setting his tea down. “You did?” You nodded, looking at your husband as he pulled the envelope from his pocket, handing it over to his father. Bobby furrowed his eyebrows, taking it from his son. You reached over to take Niall’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly as his father’s eyes scanned over the words on the card. “What does this mean?” he asked a couple moments later, looking up at you two. “Read it again,” Niall chuckled, his dad looking down at it again. “Wait…” A wide smile spread across your face as he finally began to understand the meaning of the card. His hand went over his mouth and his eyes widened. You had never seen Niall’s dad cry before today. He pulled the card into his chest looking back at you. “You’re pregnant?” he asked softly, and you nodded grinning widely. “Surprise,” Niall laughed standing up and leaning over to hug his dad. “Oh my god,” Bobby laughed tearfully, putting his arms around Niall before getting up to give you a hug as well. “This is the best news! I get to be a grandpa again!” he laughed more, pulling you both into a hug. “I’m glad you’re excited dad.”

Zayn: “Well, I’m so happy you and Zayn are doing well,” Tricia smiled, sipping on her coffee as you sat across from her. “Yeah, it’s too bad he couldn’t join us, but oh well, I really enjoy having some girl time,” you giggled, looking at her. “No kidding.” You set down your hot chocolate, keeping your hands around the warm porcelain. “I know Zayn wanted to tell you this together, but I don’t think I can keep it a secret any more.” Tricia raised an eyebrow, nodding and urging you to continue. “So… you know Zayn and I have been talking about having a baby for a while…” Again, she nodded and you continued. “Well… the other day, I took a test because, you know, we’ve been trying and… turns out I’m pregnant,” you finished, a nervous smile spreading across your face. Your mother-in-law matched your smile with a larger one, letting go of her mug and reaching across the table to grab your hands. “Love that’s… that’s amazing,” she said softly, squeezing your hands. “Yeah?” you chuckled slightly holding her hands back. “I was kind of nervous because we just got married and… and I’m not sure if we’re one hundred percent ready, but at the same time I’m excited.” “Oh I totally understand. If there’s anything, and I mean anything you need, advice, baby clothes, I’ll be right here! Oh my gosh, my first baby is having his first baby!” she giggled like a schoolgirl, almost as excited as you were. “Definitely! Thank you so much Tricia, I can’t wait.” “I can’t either love, I’ll be here for whatever you need.”

Louis: “Louis you’re making me nervous,” Johannah chuckled, sitting in front of her camera with Lottie next to her. “Just a minute!” your husband laughed in reply, looking at you come down the stairs with the shirts he had insisted on using to tell them the news. “Okay, okay, here we go,” he said, pulling you down next to him, making sure the camera captured the two of you. “Hey (Y/N)!” both girls greeted cheerfully, and you waved back. “Hey guys.” “Okay,” Louis cut in, taking the shirt from you, his excitement overriding every other emotion. You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. “Just show them Lou.” Your husband smiled wide, holding the shirt up. ‘Little Tomlinson coming soon 2015’. Just like the tweet he had used. “Oh my gosh I saw this on Twitter!” Lottie exclaimed, Louis lowering the shirt as excited shrieks came from the other side. “Louis are you guys having a baby?” she guessed, looking at you with big eyes. “Ding, ding! We have winner!” Louis exclaimed as well, laughing loudly as his mom let out an excited squeal. “Oh my god (Y/N)! Finally I get a grandbaby to spoil!” You couldn’t help but laugh and rest your head on Louis’ shoulder. “Not until they’re older mum,” he chuckled, putting his arm around your waist. “Promise us you’re going to come for a visit soon! I want to give (Y/N) and bunch of things now!” his mum laughed. “Yes mum, we’ll be down soon. I promise.” “Good. I can’t wait to see your tummy!” Lottie giggled as did you. “I promise we’ll be there soon.”

Pillow Fights

A Magic Police story because those two helpless dorks are absolutely adorable!

Summary: Taken prisoner in the Magic Police station, four of the five Most Wanted must coexist with both each other and the two officers. Things don’t always work out peacefully, and sometimes the mages turn to battle.

Rythian’s scream broke through the early morning silence that had settled over the Magic Police station.

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a thing about men i am afraid of in a world where no one dates anymore

I’m always paranoid men are going to think I’m falling in love with them. Because, I don’t know, isn’t that a thing they are always thinking? Aren’t they, at some point in their collective youths, imbued with this community fear? That women only want to love them in order to take something away from them. That there is freedom that exists only in the stark contrast of feminine love and that our wiles exist to woo you to the dark side.

The nightmare is that you wake up one day and you are middle aged and you are chained to cinderblocks in the form of a nagging wife and kids and a mortgage that means you really can’t do anything to save yourself.

Maybe I’m projecting.

Maybe I have just had a lot of arguments with men who have always thought I was falling in love with them. And there’s nothing that will make a mark on your psyche like arguing with someone about whether the way you feel is silly. Or that they know more than you do about the way that *you feel.*

I don’t know what other people expect from me, or what they want. I know the way my whole body feels when I appreciate someone for what they are without needing more than what is happening in the present. Isn’t that what every mystic, ever, says? Nothing good can come from wanting things to be other than they are. If you are wise you are supposed to love this moment for all the good parts that are making it up. And I think I can do that.

But there’s this voice in the background, this subtle dis-ease that the intensity of my enjoyment might be taken as a sign by others to be something else. Some kind of yearning for a future I don’t want to think about. I want my yes to mean yes and my no to mean no, but I also understand that we have all gotten so good at lying to each other, and to ourselves, that all of these things only mean maybe – and for the time being.

I don’t want to be pitted against people. I don’t want our happiness to be zero sum – the abundance of mine coming at the expense of yours. I want there to be some kind of prairie away from the obstruction all of other people’s ideas about how things should be where we can see that nothing is coming in the distance. And nothing is hiding, waiting to jump out.

POZ Stream: Secret Band - "Delete The Believer"

Secret Band is that band where we keep waiting for new music and hope one day we wake up to it. If you are like us, then today is your goddamn day. PropertyOfZack is happy to be premiering a new Secret Band song called “Delete The Believer,” and we even hear you may hear more music soon. Stream “Delete The Believer" below after the jump.

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anonymous asked:

Omg! I love your "can I kiss you" fic!!! Can you please do something like that to #23 “I’ll wait.”? You gave me so much feeeeellllssss!

send me a number from here (x) and i’ll write you a fic
#23. “I’ll wait.”
note: based off korean drama, answer me 1997, because i love that drama

sakura grabs her coat as she rushes down the stairs of her house. just as she was about to head to the front door, she stops and pauses in front of the kitchen doorway when she hears voices coming from the kitchen. the light was on and her parents were both still up instead of in bed.

“do you really have to pack so much food? why are you packing ketchup, for crying out loud?” kizashi exclaims as he picks up the bottle of ketchup from the box.

mebuki mumbles as she takes back the ketchup from her husband’s hands and packs it away in a corner of the box, surrounded by boxes of ramen and instant rice. “mebuki, they have ketchup in tokyo, you know?” kizashi states.

his wife only stares back at him. “food costs money. and this way, sakura will have everything she needs once she arrives there.” she sighs. “how can we send our baby off to the big city? her body is big but she still acts like a little child.”

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     “I’ve actually been doing a little bit of what you’re doing: If I am walking out on the jetty and I see a couple, I ask them, ‘Do you want me to take your picture?’ I think a lot of people don’t know how special what they have is. Love is precious, and you don’t realize it until you lose it. You never know when you are going to lose the person that you want to spend your life with, or if you are going to be lost. Love is really special. You complain about it, you do this and that, but when it’s gone, it’s sooo hard. It leaves a big hole.”
     “Have you lost someone?”
     “Yes. I lost my partner of 23 years. If I could go back, I wouldn’t sweat the small stuff. I would be more honest, more real, more present. I helped her pass, and while she was dying, my love for her doubled—tripled. Then, when she died, it doubled and tripled again.”

*In Provincetown

Fiction: 'Routine' | Paige Keir

She has the same routine every morning,

She wakes up, sits on the edge of her bed and looks out the window to see what the weather is like. She believes she can always judge how a day is going to go by what color the sky is. Today it is a pale grey. She decides to be optimistic and call it silver, that would mean today would be okay.

She puts on her slippers and her dressing gown and shuffles towards the door. It occurred to her, as it does every morning, that there is really no need to close her door at night as there is nobody else in the house.

She shuffles to the kitchen and presses the switch on the kettle, when nothing happens she realizes she hasn’t turned it on at the wall. This is another thing she does every morning.

She makes herself a cup of tea, she dips the teabag three times for luck before she squeezes it with her spoon. She pays special attention to the way the tea flavoring spreads through the water, like smoke.

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Mizpah - Jonghyun (Kismet Sequel)

Kismet.

In which long distance totally sucks, but you’re making it work. 

“Everyone dies. The end.”

You blink, rolling on your back with a bemused (yet still slightly annoyed) half-smile. On the other end of the phone, Jonghyun sounds rather pleased with himself. “You,” you sigh in frustration, “have no creativity.”

He chuckles, voice coming out a bit raspy over the background noise of their manager’s van. “Hey, you’re talking to an award-winning songwriter. A little sleep-deprived, yes, but uncreative? You hurt me.”

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