forget the rain

minho-gon-dibidibidis  asked:

Hey MAHM! Hope you're having a good night ><~ loves Could u do a SHINee reacting to it being rainy and they were supposed to go out? Like thunder and lightning rainy xD

hi baby~ i love this prompt bc shinee’s known as the rainy men literally they bring clouds to whatever event they perform at

onew:

  • squints at sky 
  • hoe don’t do it 
  • sky: *begins to pour*
  • OMG not again
  • and the wind is blowing so hard that the rain is going sidewAYS 
  • they’re staying inside 
  • plans are cancelled 
  • this day in general is cancelled 
  • the last time he went out in this kind of weather his umbrella flipped and dragged him down the street while he struggled to maintain his dignity (jong: looked like a v harassed mary poppins / onew: helpful, thanks)

jonghyun:

  • ah the weather matches my stormy poetic heart 
  • but also scowling and calling the weather app a liar bc he chECKED the forecast maybe once an hour yesterday and it said that it was supposed sunshiney af all day today
  • that’s why there’s no trust in this family 
  • looking forlornly out the window 
  • do you think that someone put a curse on them
  • how does this always happen
  • ?????????

key:

  • i can wear my jeremy scott raincoat~~~
  • therefore was voted the one to go out and buy groceries bc they are out and are in need of food 
  • damn his fashionable practicality 
  • when he came back he’s dripping and his bangs are plastered to his forehead (minho: wow did jonghyun cry on you / jong: *was minding his own damn business* hEY) 
  • jong: where did your umbrella go / key: i don’t want to talk about it / onew: *pats his shoulder* i feel you
  • shakes his hair like a dog @ all the members 
  • like father, like sons 

minho:

  • v rudely awakened by a clap of thunder 
  • he bolted up so he found himself in a sitting position with his fists up  (onew: it’S ALIVE!!!!! ALIVEEEEEE)
  • laughing at himself bc you can’t fight the sky minho
  • (yet) 
  • covers his head again with his blankets bc clearly the universe hates them and don’t want them to go out 
  • making everyone ramen (taemin: i’m helping / minho: absolutely not) so that they could eat while they grumble at the sky like old men 

taemin: 

  • guys they could totally still go out
  • after key headbutts him with his still wet hair: 
  • nvm 
  • everything is terrible 
  • why must they live like this  
  • he busyeoed  the ramen (ot4: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO RAMEN) 
  • ~popping~ 
  • he put on sunny day video from youtube so they could pretend that it’s nice out (ot5: wow this is a next level of sad)
INTJ Paradox - misplacing things

The INXJ’s inferior Se is notorious for it’s obliviousness to it’s surroundings, often coming the form of forgetting where they are, where they’re going, being lost in thought and forgetting physical things.

The INTJ is paradoxical is this manner as we do constantly put things down and forget about them BUT (and this may be a generalization) we are quite protective over our possessions. As a child we disliked to share in fear of others mishandling, breaking or stealing our things and that carries into adulthood.

E.g.
INTJ: *stalks around the house for five minutes*
INTJ: WHERE IS MY PHONE?!
ESTP: On the breakfast bar
INTJ: I already checked there, it isn’t there.
ESTP: Where else did you take it?
INTJ: Nowhere, I left it on the bench a and now it’s gone, someone has moved it!
ESTP: Relax, retrace your steps. Where was it when you last saw it?
INTJ: Hey that’s a great idea, but if I knew where it was when I last saw it I WOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR IT ESTP!
ESTP: Calm down, I’ll help you look- oh my gosh
INTJ: What?
ESTP: *picks phone of breakfast bar and hands to to INTJ*
ESTP: You’re welcome. *leaves*
INTJ: …
INTJ: thank you!

as a huge thank you for 2k *internal screech* here is my first tumblr awards! (so if it flops, we roll with it idc) 

R U L E S :- 

  • mbf this coffee hater (dat me *finger guns*)
  • reblogs count as entries! 
  • (!!!) put the “optional” categories you wish to enter in the tags of your reblog! 
  • (opt.) check out my sideblog @versaillcs and also @flintwoods!
  • ends 7 march (36 days! yup i just plucked a date out of thin air oop)

C A T E G O R I E S :- 

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1. Write down everything he said that made your heart beat faster. Every word that found a home in your soul and kept you warm on nights when you were too cold to breathe.

2. Take your time. Write as neat as you can. Elegant cursive, bubble letters, calligraphy. Make the penmanship as beautiful as the words it is saying.

3. Read it over and over and over again. Feel the way you felt when he first said it to you. Forget how much it hurts now.

4. Light it on fire in the bathroom sink. As the edges curl and the letters melt, forget it all. It’s not a part of your life anymore and you don’t need to keep it. It’s gone.

5. Now write down everything he said to you that made you blush a deep red. Everything he said to you that made your thighs tremble and your breath shaky.

6. Make the penmanship sloppy, like the way he would’ve kissed you. Write it down quick and messy and don’t worry about how the things you are writing would make a priest impure. Write it all anyway.

7. Read it. Just once. Let yourself imagine what you could’ve been one more time.

8. Then light it on fire too. Forget it too.

9. Now write down what he said to you that hurts. Write down the words he threw at you as he left, write down the excuses he made, write down the words he stabbed into your chest. Write down what he said that made you cry.

10. Make the words harsh and sharp. Scratch it out with a knife onto the page if you have to.

11. Don’t read it again.

12. Light it on fire. Watch it burn. Forget.

13. He wanted to burn you down but don’t let him. Get there first. You’re the one who’s holding the matches.

—  How to forget him– Lily Rain
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Young Avengers (2013)

I want to ruin you for anyone else.” Draco’s voice takes on a fierce, possessive note. “Do you get it? I want to give you everything you want because it’s the best way to keep you. I don’t think you’ve got a clue how fucking desirable you are and as soon as you work it out, you’ll find something better than a Death Eater. A Malfoy. So I’ve got no fucking intention of laughing. I probably need this even more than you do.”

Harry stares at Draco. His cheeks flush with bright red spots and his eyes flash as he glares at Harry. His jaw works and he looks almost shocked as if he hadn’t planned to say any of that out loud.

“You’re wrong,” Harry says.

“Am I?” Draco sounds tired now, turning back to Lady.

“You’re wrong about me finding someone better.” Harry’s voice falters. “I’ve not found anyone yet, have I? I haven’t found anyone half as interesting and you weren’t even around. You behaved like a wanker and I still couldn’t stop thinking about snogging you in the shadows.”

“And the rain.” Draco looks back at Harry. “Don’t forget the rain.
The Sound

*You hear his voice on some poor quality cover he totally used his laptop mic to record, but now you’re in love with everything he uploads. Litlle did you know he is a regular in the vinylshop you work at who flirts with you shamelessly, but you’re loyal to mystery boy.


Character: Haechan, Reader

Pairing: Haechan/Reader

Genre: Angsty // Fluff // Soundcloud!AU

Word Count: 4.8K


You had stumbled upon his profile sometime late in the night (early in the morning) when your eyes were failing you and your taste was becoming musty with sleep. You were trying to find some antidote to lull you to sleep as your usual concoction of hot chocolate and Tylenol P.M. was lacking at its job. You had an oral report in the next few hours and you were practically begging your body to be well rested so you didn’t slur your speech in the middle of a presentation about America’s faults during WWII.

You hadn’t paid much mind to the song creator, your focus had reached a steady lull by then, but you had clicked on the title Everything’ll Change because you were hopeful your alertness would change to REM cycles. You had closed your eyes as the beat started, burying your hands underneath your dark gray blanket as you breathed in the down linen myth you achieved with downy weekly.

The sound had caught you off guard, your hazed emotions and senses reeling you back to attention as a honey-filtered voice scratched over a stripped track. The quality was nothing to be proud of, but the liquid of his voice flowed still- strong and confident as a faint static caught the background, almost as if it was recorded in the middle of the night with a fan turned into the mic. You melted under the docile nature of his tone, hearing the raw power and emotional connection through your Soundcloud free-trial as if you were listening to his own handcrafted mix that he tagged especially for you.

You slept well after that.

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SJM girl aesthetics

Feyre: 

lacy pink bralettes, paint stained hands, messy ponytails, face flushed from the cold, chipped nail polish, tiny diamond earrings, constellations painted on the ceiling, iced tea on hot summer days, oversized sunglasses and lowcut swimsuits, the smell of freshly cut grass, a bouquet of flowers waiting for you when you get home 

Mor:

gold nails and high heels, nude lips and highlighter that you can see from mars, infectious laughter, intertwined fingers, backless dresses, marble floors, crystal champagne flutes, the coolness of the pool, lying outside and cuddling under the stars, taking your heels off to dance, midnight swims

Amren:

ink stained hands, lightning, eyeliner sharp enough to cut a bitch, blood red nails, the smell of fire, always being barefoot, old leather bound books, black coffee, the ash on the bottom of the pot, the moon covered by clouds, harsh laughter in silence, long unblinking stares, black silk and subtle gold jewellery, rubies, the reflection of firelight in someone’s eyes

Nesta:

the crackling sound of fire, hard wood floors, silk sheets, standing on the balcony in the cold night air, the hushed silence of the library, copper pots and pans, cold hands, braided crowns, the crunch of autumn leaves, late afternoon sun, fiery eyes, singing when no one’s listening, burgundy lips matched to her dress, rare but fiercely tight hugs

Elain:

herbal teas, ribbons in her hair, cold feet still wet from the grass, flowers tucked behind ears, glossy lips, absentminded smiles and glazed eyes, the sweet smell of flowers, morning sun, daffodils, fleeting glimpses of coloured fish just below the surface of the river, apple orchards in the afternoon, blushing at compliments, singing songs in other languages under her breath, crying out of sympathy 

Aelin:

books worn at the edges from being read so many times, cozy sweaters and blankets, curled up beside the fire, mugs of hot chocolate, fiercely loyal relationships, late night phone calls, boots shiny from being polished so many times, sitting at the window during thunderstorms, witty comebacks and cheeky smiles, skinned knees and high heels, carefully painted nails with just one smudge, reading late into the night, never following the recipe when cooking, fighting for her friends, silly arguments about ridiculous things, trying to see shapes in the clouds, memorising constellations, lavender scented bath bombs

 Lysandra:

wickedly beautiful, lips matched to her nails, wandering around in lacy underwear, silk dressing gowns, shoe shopping with her best friends, always being the little spoon, quick to forgive, slow to forget, dancing in the rain, hot showers after a long day, hanging mistletoe above every doorway, perfectly put together outfits, shared smiles over inside jokes, gentle kisses, sleeping with her head in someone’s lap, absentmindedly playing with her hair, always quick to defend her friends, lying on the roof and staring at the stars

Nehemia:

yellow gold, glossy eyelids and bold brows, brave even in the face of grave danger, sunsets over the ocean, gold crowns, jewel-toned dresses, hoop earrings, old worn maps, books scattered all over her desk, citrus scented soap, eyes that light up when she gets passionate, fiercely protective of people she loves, shiny nails, crawling into bed after a hard day, tiny tattoos, warm hugs, putting her faith completely in her friends, butterflies

Elide:

silk dresses with makeshift weapons strapped to her thighs, hugs from behind, the early hours of the morning when the world is silent, tears sliding silently down her cheeks when no one is watching, beautiful flowers growing in empty wastelands, an old coin tucked away in her pocket for luck, calloused hands, whispered promises under the cover of night, epsom salts and dried lavender, childlike eyes, cunning mind, sweet smiles that turn to smirks when you look away, broken quills and spilled ink, the buzzing sounds of insects in the summer, abandoned but beautiful manor houses, strangely coloured butterflies, trees with an eerie glow, even when she is broken that look of steely determination in her eyes

Manon:

wicked smiles, sleek and shiny hair, blood stained lips, the wind ripping her hair from her braid as she flies, roses with thorns, icicles shattered in the snow, silent streets, cats drawing out their claws, flickering lights, hauntingly beautiful voice, the scrape of claws against stone, an apple with one perfect bite taken out of it, eyes of pure gold, scales of a snake glinting in the light, calculated movements and snide comments, the shimmering haze of a mirage, the shriek of metal against metal 

Nesryn:

spiced cakes, silent steps, turquoise silk that moves like water, voice as clear as glass, witty jokes, boots of softest leather, kohl rimmed eyes, ears studded with tiny earrings, thick hair tied back by leather with the shortest pieces framing her face, simple but expensive clothing marked by the gold accents, raw and honest, nicknames that only your family call you, a cool calm when she’s hunting, broken pieces of glass that catch the light, empty cups of coffee left everywhere, wrapping yourself in a warm towel after stepping out of the shower, the smell of freshly baked bread, tiled floors and roaring fires in the winter, brick chimneys, that first sip of hot soup that burns your tongue

Yrene:

flushed cheeks and bright eyes, sand blowing in the wind, dimples, rosy lips, yellow sundresses, cheeky comments whispered to the person beside her, infectious laughter, smooth round pebbles that are warm from the sun, the sun peeking through the clouds after it’s rained, the feeling of bare feet against a plush carpet, massage oils and herbal teas, salty ocean breeze, the hushed silence of the library, the feel of old parchment, freckles, photos and quotes pinned to a cork board, scented candles, the yellowing pages of old books, afternoon sun shining through wooden shutter blinds,  the sticky sweetness of honey