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Yoongi Imagine~Skype

Your best friend moved away recently for her studies and you miss her a lot but luckily your boyfriend Yoongi is there to comfort you!


Yoongi could always tell when you were upset, it was like a weird sixth sense that you were usually grateful for but in the current moment it was more of a pitfall; you just wanted to let out your sadness and avoid worrying anyone.
So there you sat sobbing quietly on the floor of your bedroom, back laying against your side of the bed and tears dripping onto your lap so fast that they had started to form a damp patch on the crotch of your light blue jeans. ‘How could she be leaving me?” You whimper in a small voice and drop your head to face the photos you had scattered on the cream carpet surrounding you.
At that moment Yoongi decided to walk in, knowing you weren’t okay without even asking or seeing you, the air in your shared apartment had just felt heavier and sadder and since he even stepped through the front door tired from practice he was worried. From the door of your bedroom he could only see the top of your head and the pictures spread around you and in the moment his instincts took over and he raced round to see you.
He knelt a little above your head level next to you wearing a solemn expression, not needing to ask if you were okay; he already knew that you weren’t. You were too afraid to look up and meet his eyes. He had found you in your broken state and you had enough knowledge of the past to know for a fact that he would be looking at you with a face so full to the brim with concern that it would break your heart knowing you were the reason for his stress.
You opened your dry almost wordless mouth to speak and lifted your head a little to prepare to tell him you were fine but as your blurred eyes focused on one of the photos laying between you, the smile of your best friend already feeling so far away that you broke down again; sobs escaping your lips a little louder than before with the words “she’s leaving me” being repeated again and again in between loud pained breaths.
Yoongi sighed at your state in sadness and began to collect up the photos from in front of you with haste, they would only make it hurt more and he couldn’t handle seeing you like this. Each individual sob you made echoing through his body, stinging everywhere and leaving him numb with anxiety until another came to pain him once again.
He placed the photos on the bedside table with another sigh as he saw your once smiling face sitting on the top of the pile, ‘thats how you should be all the time’ he thought as he turned to the present day you who had crawled onto the bed and sat in the exact same broken uncomfortable looking position as before only against the headboard and pillows this time.
In that moment he knew that all he could do was comfort you so he joined you on the bed, holding you in his arms as you cried into his chest in pure emotional pain. He lay on his back until you fell asleep, stroking your back and whispering calming words to you as you clutched to him for dear life, shaking erratically and breathing loudly from sobbing so hard.

When you awoke he was gone and you were laying tucked under the pristine white sheets comfortable and warm. In your confusion of where you were, what time it was and why you were alone from just waking up, you ambled out into your living room in search of your boyfriend.
To your surprise you were met with an empty room where only a laptop and a pile of food were sat on the side. “Yoongi? Babe?” You shouted out  questioning if he was even home and walked over to the mysterious set up to take a closer look.
There on the sofa was a stuffed animal of a pig and a note laying on a fluffy blanket which made you smile slightly as you read it ‘Look at the laptop, love you <3 -Yoongz
You picked up the cuddly toy and hugged it quickly before doing as the note said because who were you to spoil any of Yoongi’s surprises? As you tilted up the screen of his macbook to be viewable you screamed in pure shock because there on your screen was your best friend’s grinning face on Skype call.
Yoongi had called her as soon as you fell asleep to organise a Skype call so you two could talk again and catch up because he always wants you to be happy; thats just the kind of amazing person he is.


I hope you like it anonnie~ 

-Aylee

does anyone else think about how fandoms are like cities?

you got your big, bustling ones that are really diverse and busy, maybe a little hard to navigate and full of crime, good areas and bad areas. the locals know the hot spots and how to get around

then the mid-range towns with big city attitudes even though they’re not big cities, a few local hubs of activity, the crazy dude ranting about stuff on the street corner who makes people uncomfortable

and then the small spot towns where everybody knows everybody, you can’t go out without seeing somebody you know, and there’s only one grocery store

And I get it. I get why you were so scared of us now. Because – shit. Because you lost Wallace and it gutted you and I thought I figured out why and that felt like metal in my throat, and I realised I couldn’t drop you if I wanted to, ‘cause you were saying you didn’t even know what love feels like and I was just thinking,

you idiot,

you asshole,

it feels like this.

                                                  D.W

- in celebration of Ninety One Whiskey - @cuddlebabies

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To the Park Chanyeol who usually holds in his tears. To the Park Chanyeol that is labeled ‘happy virus’ and 'teeth rich’ for his ever bright and smiling face. To the Park Chanyeol who works so hard for the people around him. To the Park Chanyeol whose name gets slandered, who gets hate and criticism and only apologizes and promises to work harder. To the extremely talented Park Chanyeol who deserves the world: It’s okay to cry sometimes, because we will always have your back and we will always love you. I hope you know that.

How Suga would react to you bringing handcuffs to bed

Your relationship with Suga would take you – and anyone who watches you – by surprise. He’s extremely open about how much he cares for you and he’s not shy to admit that you are his priority. He’s not a big talker but that doesn’t mean that he’s not good at expressing his feelings. He wants everything in your relationship to be clear so communication is important for him.

Suga likes to express both his dominant and submissive sides with you. The lightning fast way his needs change can leave you breathless. But it feels so good to explore the different sides of your own needs too.

Tonight, you’re not sure which Suga will come to play but the anticipation is building sweetly in the pit of your stomach.

The two of you are in the kitchen, lost in breathless kisses. It had started so innocently.

“Hi,” he’d said, coming through the front door, looking tired.

“Hi,” you’d replied, getting up from the couch and meeting him in the kitchen. He had pulled you into an embrace and pressed his face to your neck.

“Long day?”

He had nodded, running his fingers up and down your back. After a beat he had turned his head and pressed a kiss to your throat. He had trailed kisses up your neck and along your jaw until your mouths met. Impatient for the contact you nipped at his bottom lip the moment his lips pressed against yours.

You felt his lips curl into a smile. When you finally broke the kiss you felt breathless and needy. He was tired… you couldn’t just… it wouldn’t…. surely-

You look up and caught his eye. He was watching you with a raised eyebrow. He crooked his head slightly to the right and your heart nearly stuttered to a stop. A dangerous look was in his eye.

“I bought something today,” you murmur, reaching up to trail a finger along his lips.

“Did you now?” he replied, not taking his eyes off of yours.

You turn your head to look at a packet on the counter where the shape of the handcuffs is clearly visible. Suga’s eyes dart to the packet and back to your face.

You hesitate for a second before turning away from him to reach for it. Before your fingers could close around it he grabs you lightly and pulls your back against him. You feel his breath on the back of your neck and you close your eyes, anticipation surging sensitively across your skin.

“I think from now on you only move when I tell you to,” he breathes into your ear. Out of the corner of your eye you see his hand snake across the counter and retrieve the handcuffs.

“In fact,” he says, gently kissing the area of your neck where you pulse flutters wildly. “You don’t do anything until I tell you to.”

Originally posted by jungsooneul

The Beast of Bray Road is a cryptid first sighted in the late 1980s on a rural road outside of Elkhorn, Wisconsin. It is described as a dog-like creature, promptly giving it the alternative nickname “The Werewolf of Wisconsin”. The first werewolf sighting to go public occurred (perhaps fittingly) on October 31, 1999. A young woman named Doristine Gipson, from nearby Elkhorn, was driving along Bray Road near Delavan. As she neared the intersection of Hospital Road, she leaned over to change the station on her radio when she felt her right front tire jump off the ground as if she had hit something. Concerned, she stopped the car and got out to see what it was. Finding nothing on the roadway behind her car, she began to look around. As she peered into the darkness, she suddenly saw a dark, hairy form racing toward her. She did not see what the figure looked like from the distance at which she was standing (about 50 feet) but she did see the figure was quite bulky and she would later compare the form to someone who works out continually with weights. Startled by the oncoming form, and by the sounds of its “heavy feet”, she quickly retreated to her car. She jumped in and was attempting to drive away when the beast jumped onto her trunk. Luckily, it was too wet for the creature to hang on and it fell off onto the pavement. Doristine returned to the site later on that evening with a young girl that she was taking out trick-or-treating and saw a large form on the side of the road. When she saw the creature moving, she ordered the child to lock her door and drove quickly away from the scene.

Tom Cruise in Legend will always make me smile. Too many childhood memories and stories.

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Code Geass | Lelouch and C.C.
inspired by Semper Fidelis, my old Reincarnation AU fic from ye olde days

Maaaan, this took hours. Anyway, maybe I’m compensating because I’ve written tons about these two but I never drew them.

Things I want for Season 3: Part 2 of Scorpion

1. Paige can’t handle long distance relationship with Tim so she calls it quits, needing someone she can rely upon when she needs him most. (ahem, Walter)

2. Walter finally blows up in front of the team, tired of the bullshit everyone’s been telling him and just unloads EVERYTHING he’s been feeling since Tahoe that he’s been told, numerous times, not to share with anybody. 

3. Happy to tell Walter to grow a set and tell Paige how he feels regardless of what any dickwad (ahem: Cabe… Toby… Tim) has said to him. 

4. Ralph to encourage Walter to take his mom dancing again.

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when you’ve spent the past 3 days crying & u decide it’s time for self care & u put on a face mask and all of a sudden u wanna cry again but now u can’t move ur face so u just feel dead inside and take weird selfies

My hind tire was flat when I went home. But I’m a strong independent woman that fixes her own shit, so my bike is up and running (riding?) again!
(Plus gratis scheldende Anne voor de dutchies onder ons)

tbh LIKE… one of my favourite thing is just… not how up to date with everything the junkers are, like especially at first after crawling away from Australia like… Junkrat never really was with a proper civilization except as a young kid and even Hog like… 20 years or so cut off of the world it’s like… oh. If they make references to shit it’s gonna be the most outdated things tbh, but that’s mostly Roadhog if anything cuz Junkrat is a bit too ‘??? wot’ to rly know pop culture. 

The one I wrote for my prompt cuz I didn’t think anyone was going to… 


“Bloody piece of ….” was followed by a metallic clunk and another swear word.

She could tell it was Sherlock beneath the front of the car by the neon green and orange striped socked feet, his jacket thrown across the hood of the vehicle and the barrage of colorful British slang words which she assumed were not fit for polite society.

Joan knelt and peered underneath the car and around the front tire. “Sherlock! What are you doing? Get out from under there this instant! The councilman and the Captain are on their way back to the car right now.”

He grumbled but shimmied out from beneath at her insistence - dirty, disheveled and muttering about the lack of craftsmanship in modern vehicles.

Joan wiped at the black smudge on his forehead. “What were you doing?”

Sherlock pulled his head back away from her, “Evidence, Watson, evidence. The councilman is lying….”  He shook the wrench he held at her.

She was having none of it, “Stop it! We’re skating on thin ice with the department as it is…” She grabbed the wrench from his hand and dropped it in her purse. “Roll down your sleeves.”

“I was looking for evidence that…” he tried to explain once more as he followed her orders.

“Hurry up, here they come,” Joan hissed at him. His shirt tale was untucked and she grabbed hold of it and shoved it down the back of his pants.

Sherlock jumped. “Watson … what are you …”

His protests didn’t stop her and her hand moved further down to pull down the bunched up shirt taut just as Gregson and the councilman walked up.

The two men observed in uncomfortable silence as she slowly removed her hand from his pants and Sherlock unhurriedly put on his jacket.

“Are we ready?” Sherlock addressed the two men.

Gregson nodded and opened the car door. He learned years ago not to ask too many questions of his consultants.

Joan standing behind Sherlock, swiped at the dirt on his jacket and whispered at him, “When did you stop wearing underwear?”

Imagine a sleepy Woozi coming up to you, asking for cuddles.