flawless everything!!!

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A Queen to be feared!  … apparently…

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I love experimenting when i’m on tour, As far as my nails i just like being dramatic on stage and having fun doing something that i might not do in my everyday life, It’s all about for me playing a character. I would definitely throw on my shade, my signature shade or something a little darker.- Carrie Underwood. 

a moment of appreciation for these girls <3

Drowsy

◦ pairing: reader x taehyung

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 2.1k

◦ a/n: This is the result of my post-concert depression and there will probably be more of these before I go back to my requests because I’m in too much pain to think about anything or anyone else at the moment. (!teeny tiny bit of angst at the end!)

R E Q U E S T || M A S T E R L I S T


He lit up when you walked out of the bathroom, flashing you the cheekiest smile. His pink lips pressed together and turned upwards, his eyes heavy as he fought the sleep that blanketed itself around him comfortably. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction to you. His eyebrows rose with excitement as you shook your damp hair out, raking through it with your fingers before walking towards the edge of the bed where he sat now.

“The show was amazing tonight.” You said it quietly, as though he were already drifting off and you had to whisper so as to not wake him up.

“I liked the rainbow ocean,” Tae spoke gently, thinking fondly back to the night’s concert. He was bright again; sleep could hardly touch him. “Our Rainbow ARMYs do so much for us,” he smiled to himself. The show was indeed flawless, but then again, everything he ever did was flawless in your eyes. He blinked slowly, his eyes dragging with fatigue. You wanted so badly to just wrap him in a blanket and rock him to bed. It wouldn’t take much. You had been jumping and screaming throughout the night and you were ready to fall asleep standing up. Then, there was Tae. He had been the one doing the actual performing and singing and he was steadily fighting off sleep like a champion.

“Come,” Taehyung patted his thighs with another drowsy smile, leaning back against the headboard. The loose black t-shirt that fell around his body bore too much of his neck and chest for you too resist. You smiled and gently climbed on top of him, straddling him. You rested your arms on his shoulders, idly fingering the hem of his neckline. He looked at you for a while, simply staring in silence as he took in your features. Your skin was fresh, your hair falling around your face neatly, water still dripping from your strands. You smelled like grapefruit, which always made him scrunch up his nose, adjusting to the tart scent. He looked cute when he did that.

Tae slipped his hands beneath your shirt, his hands cold against your freshly showered, warm skin. You inhaled sharply at the contact, your fingers instinctively scratching at his shoulders. “Tae…” you breathed. Your stomach tightened at the thought of where this was going.

“Please?” He said, leaning forward. His grey knit beanie brushed against your neck softly as he lifted his hands, letting the air brush across your skin as he ran his tongue up your cleavage. Your head fell back weakly.

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anonymous asked:

Matsuri destroying his clothes is such a blatant metaphor of how he breaks his cages when thinking about Urie, though. He no longer is restrained by him being married, a Washuu, a Ghoul, a CCG member, etc; he feels he can be who he wants to be. Also, I just thought of that scene where Yoshitoki FORCES him to climb the mountain, and the other one where he tries to FORCE him to do things. Freedom is a big deal for Matsuri. After being betrayed by V, he has nothing to lose, and can finally be free.

This is a really good point, Anon. A lot about Matsuri needs to be viewed within the context of Japanese society, and the expectations that are laid out.

From birth, he has been expected to uphold a number of roles and strictly confined. He even admits to Urie that he is unhappy, and lacks freedom as a member of the Washuu clan. Matsuri admits that he was happier living in Germany, where he had more freedom. This makes sense both in terms of not being right there under his family’s thumb…..and the very big differences between Western and Eastern culture.

Japanese society places a strong value on harmony and group obedience. Individuals are expected to surrender their personal desires or ambitions, and carry out whatever duties they have to their family and society. You are born to go to school, get good grades, get a good job, and/or marry well and raise a family. You are expected to not complain, to avoid bothering others, and to know your place.

It can be a very rigid society, especially from the perception of a Western audience.

Beyond that, Matsuri is a gay man in such a rigid position. In Japanese society, LGBT people are often viewed as being “selfish” because they are putting their personal desires ahead of what society expects from them. If Matsuri follows his heart, he would not marry a woman and sire children as is expected of him. He would not uphold the duties of his position, and go against society and its order.

So his entire life is about being forced into things by his family. He is bound by the expectations of Japanese Society for a first-born male. He is bound by the expectations of his family, Ghouls posing as prominent humans. He is bound by the expectations of an Heir, responsible for marrying well and fathering children. He is bound by the expectations of the CCG, to be a flawless and steady leader.

Everything is a lie for him. His entire life has been about being trapped by those expectations. Society, his father, his grandfather, his clan, the CCG, and his wife all demanding he do, say, or be something he doesn’t want to.

Like Rize, Arima, and Furuta…….he is someone being forced to occupy a role in spite of what he wants for himself. And Ishida is kind of defying society once again, in showing the negative.

So, yeah. Matsuri bursting free of his suit while musing on his love and fighting his own kin kind of…..really cements him trying to escape everything that has trapped him his entire life.

anonymous asked:

Hey!! Love your blog! Do you have any sterek tangled au? Like where Derek is Flynn and Stiles is Rapunzel?

Yup! - Anastasia

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Tangled (Up With You) by nogitsune_lichen

(1/1 I 2,016 I General)

“Stiles,” Derek yelled, “let down your hair!”

He flinched back when Mother walked across the room towards the window, an angry snarl on her face as she yanked on his hair and threw it out of the tower. The familiar feeling of someone climbing up his hair put a shiver down his spine, a sick feeling bloomed his chest as he knew he couldn’t do a damn thing to warn Derek.

Mother sighed and tisked softly, “now look what you’ve done Stiles. Don’t worry dear, our secret will die with him.”

Gleam and Glow by redhoodedwolf

(1/1 I 2,204 I Teen)

Derek peeked up at Stiles, caught him staring, and smirked a little. Stiles shrugged, unashamed. That seemed to only spur Derek on, and his smirk widened.
“So, Mikolaj Stilinski —”
Stiles winced visibly, though the pronunciation was flawless, as was everything else about Derek.
“Hm?” Derek hummed, getting Stiles to crack a smile at the teasing tone Derek carried. Derek raised an eyebrow, silently asking for more. More of what Stiles wasn’t sure, but he could assume.
He waved a hand in the air, as if brushing the subject away. “Nah, you don’t want to hear the sad tale of poor orphan Mikolaj. It’s a bit of a downer.”
Derek raised both of his eyebrows in a challenge and scooted closer to Stiles on the log. He cocked his head to the side, like a dog, obviously interested in hearing something.

And You’re Watching Disney Channel by reptilianraven

(1/1 I 10,189 I Teen)

Of course he isn’t in a normal story. Of course Stiles doesn’t dream like a normal person. Of fucking course Stiles had to dream up a Disney (?) induced fairytale nightmare where Derek is the prince (?) and Stiles is the princess (?) and in the face of this realization, Derek would have honestly preferred the zombie apocalypse dream.

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A spell traps Stiles in his brain and they have to go in and get him out.

Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your… dude! you’re a guy?! by star_fields

(9/? I 11,689 I General)

Stiles and his friends get sent to another dimension to save the day yet again. But can they?

Or

The one where Derek is a prince locked in a tower and Stiles freaks out.

Stilespunzel, the Tale by Yassoda

(12/? I 30,458 I Mature)

Stiles has been locked up in a tower since forever. He really wants to go out and explore the world, but his father won’t let him. Enter asshole-ish scary robber guy, and a stolen crown. This is definitely Stiles’ chance!

Space Dad Surprise Party [Shiro x Reader]

A/N: HAPPY (non leap year) BIRTHDAY SHIRO!

Thank you @memento-scribet for the idea <3

You find out that Shiro’s birthday is on a leap day but ‘won’t’ have one this year. You decide to change that and give him the best non-birthday yet. (Modern AU)

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You’re jaw dropped staring at Lance and Keith.

“What do you mean he doesn’t have a ‘real’ birthday this year?” disbelief in both your voice and plastered on your features.

“You’re his girlfriend, shouldn’t you know this?” Lance pointed an accusing finger at you. “Yeah but he never said it was a leap year, he always just told me it was the 28th” you confessed, falling back in your chair.

“He’s not really find of his birth date so he always tells everyone the 28th not the 29th.” Keith cleared up for you. Still feeling slight betrayal.

“Is this why he never wants parties or anything?” Lance asked as Keith nodded.

“Oh he’s getting a party this year, and he’s gonna like it” pulling out your phone and finding a few necessary numbers.

“Who’re you calling?” Lance peeked at the screen of your phone. “The others , it might be short notice but I’m throwing Shiro a surprise party” a mischievous smirk on your lips.

“I’m pretty sure he hates surprises. He likes to have everything in control remember?” Keith reminded you, but you didn’t care. It will be some payback for lying about the date. Surprises always made him a flustered mess and you were looking forward to that now.

Luckily you were able to pull everything together in a matter of two to three days. The plan was you’d get him out of your apartment, just taking him out to lunch and keeping him busy. While Lance, Keith, and Pidge decorated the apartment, Allura got the cake, and Coran & Hunk planned out dinner. It was flawless. Everything was set and all that needed to be done was the execution.


The morning of February 28th you woke up like any other morning. Shiro had his arms around you and pulled into his chest protectively. Letting out a sigh as the sun rays began to make you stir.

Your eyes fluttered open, after adjusting to the new light filtering in.

Looking up at whose arms you were wrapped in, smiling when seeing his peaceful expression. Though you noticed his eyebrows furrowing as the light met his face now.

Glancing at the alarm clock on your night stand. 10:34 it read, you had to have him out by noon. Meaning you had to elicit consciousness from him.

Running a hand through his messy morning hair. Gently playing with the ends of the white strands. Seeing a smile pull at the corners of his lips. “Good morning” his voice was deep and thick with sleep.

“Morning birthday boy” nuzzling into his chest. His arms tightened around you. Giggling you placed kiss on his chest, trailing up until you reached his jaw. “Okay I’m up” he met his dark grey eyes to you [e/c] ones.

“Good” smiling you kissed him. Before pulling away and slipping out of the bed. He groaned, “Come back” watching you slip on a pair of sweat pants under the shirt, which was his, you were wearing.

Walking over to stand by his side of the bed, “I’ve got a whole day planned, so get up, get dressed, and maybe we can do this later.” pecking his lips before retreating out of the room, hearing him chuckle behind you.


You took him out to his favorite restaurant for lunch, and everywhere you could think of to distract him. It was around five o’clock when you got a text from Lance. You were at the museum checking out the new constellation exhibit.

Of course it suited Shiro perfectly. So he was a bit torn when you said “Let’s go home”

But he went anyways. The walk back consisted of the both of you talking and joking around. He was curious however because of your constant checking the phone. Though he didn’t question it just carried on the conversation.

Reaching your apartment building, you both boarded the elevator a huge grin plastered on your face.

“What’s got you so smiley?” he rose a suspicious eyebrow at you.

“Nothin” You stated, rather unconvincingly. “Oh because that was convincing” he teased, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“You ask too many questions, come on” Tugging at his hand as the elevator opened.

Sliding your key in the lock and shoving the door open. The lights were still off and you walked in cautiously, to make sure not to trip over any balloons or anything.

As soon as he stepped through the door the lights flicked on and everyone in the room jumped out yelling “SURPRISE”

He about jumped out of his skin, letting out a yelp, becoming flustered and embarrassed. Just the revenge you wanted.

“Oh god guys” He laughed looking around at his friends. “Who?”

They all diverted turned attention to you. Smiling sheepishly up at him, “So that’s why you had so much planned” pulling you against him.

“What can I say? I’m good at day planning. And I’m good at getting my revenge, thanks for the little yelp back there” A mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Revenge? For what?” He chuckled, punching his shoulder “Not telling me your real birthday you goof”

“But it doesn’t matter now, lets have some eat dinner, have some cake, open gifts. It’s your kinda birthday after all.” Pulling him into the living room with the rest of your friends.

After eating and very horribly singing happy birthday, that last thing to do was gifts. Some gifts were thoughtful, others were gag gifts. But nothing was funnier than Lance’s. Giving Shiro an envelope and small box. “The box is for you guys to share” simply stating, neither of you expecting it to be a box of condoms with a note with a winky face on it.

You died laughing as Shiro just turned bright red and thanked Lance with a stutter. Meanwhile you were still laughing, it proving contagious and the whole room joined you.

Shiro had to admit it was a pretty nice non-birthday. But it wasn’t over yet. Deciding to get one last blush out of him when it was just the two of you.

Sneaking away from where he was doing dishes in the kitchen. Grabbing Lance’s gift from the living room coffee table.

“Hey babe” calling as you walked back into the kitchen. Coming to his right side and running a hand down his metal prosthetic. “What do you say we cash in Lance’s gift tonight?” twiddling the box between your fingers

It was too damn easy to get him flustered, “Would you quit that” he laughed before going to snag the box from your hand. Quickly pulling it back you teased, “If you want ‘em you gotta catch me” before running out of the room.

He chased after you yelling your name. Trapping you in the living room. He wrapped his arms around your waist and began to pull you with him. Though you were expecting to be pulled back to the kitchen. However he made an unexpected turn toward the bedroom.

When he saw your expression change, he smirked “You still have to give me a present”

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Bonus:

The next morning Shiro woke up, only to find you missing from his arms.

Sitting up he looked around the room to see the floor cleaned of the scattered clothes from the previous night’s activities. Slipping out of the bed he found you cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “What’s this?”

“A birthday breakfast” you chuckled, causing a confused expression to grace his features. “But my birthday is over”

“Technically you don’t have a birthday this year. Sooo, since we’re not sure if the day before or after the 29th would count as a birthday, I decided to make both special” turning in his arms.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he smiled at you lovingly “You know I love you, right?”

“I do know that birthday boy part 2. And I love you too” pecking his lips.

“Best birthdays ever” he mumbled against your lips. Before connecting them for another time.