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anyways!!!! Harry has been nothing but incredibly humble, sweet and grateful to everyone since day fucking 1. He tried to stop every time he could to take pics with the people who were waiting for him, he was being constantly mobbed at airports and stuff yet he STILL tried to make time for fans, he tweeted thank you’s and I love you’s over and over again, he organised marriage proposals during their concerts, he recorded message after message for his fans, he got on stage pretty much every day for 5 years and thanked one direction’s stans for everything they did over and over again. There was absolutely not one interview or concert or meeting with fans that he didn’t use as an opportunity to say thank you and to show how much he loves us. So if after all of this, if after SEVEN YEARS of this, you need a few more tweets and posts on instagram to be sure that he is a good person who loves his fans, then I’m sorry but you don’t deserve them AT ALL.

wretchedhumanbeing  asked:

hello!! i was wondering if you guys could update the bed sharing and cuddling tags??? thank uuuuu <3

bed sharing:

little spoon by bibliosexual (1/1 | 4,489 | PG13)

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

I can be your shelter ‘til it’s done. by skyblue993 (1/1 | 1,567 | PG13)

“You can sleep here,” Derek suggests quietly, then he adds completely unnecessary. “Next to me.”

Stiles’ eyes go wide for a small second, then the corners of his lips quirk up in a bashful smile which, according to Derek, is bright enough to lit up the whole room. “Yeah.. I.. I’d like that.”

Lorelei by TroubleIWant (1/1 | 9,671 | R)

Derek didn’t become a deep sea fisherman to make friends, but somehow that’s exactly what’s happened. Assuming, of course, that friendship is what’s going on between him and the deeply irritating (and attractive) man he’s managed to save. Surely they can last the few days 'till landfall without annoying each other to death… or falling into bed together. Right?


Derek wasn’t entirely sure the survivor was alive when he heaved him aboard. Since spotting the lifeboat, Derek’s whole brain had been fully online, blasting panic, and even now the adrenaline made the world seem over-sharp. The man’s soft pink skin against the bright, plasticized red of his work suit seemed surreal; the length of his eyelashes jumped out, though they should have been unnoticable. The blood on his face didn’t seem to bode well for a happy ending. Neither did the way his head lolled on his neck, nor the uneven, shallow quality to his breathing.

“Let’s get you below deck,” Derek muttered at the stranger, his voice scratchy with disuse.

Like What You See? by cloudyskiesandcurlyfries (1/1 | 1,691 | NR)

Stiles and Derek have to pretend to be together while attending a werewolf conference. Also Derek’s red thumbhole sweater makes an appearance

The Dreamwalker by Deshonanana (1/5 | 1,716 | PG13)

Stiles barely believed in soulmates, yet now he was presented with having his life saved by a black wolf. A black wolf that decides to then accompany Stiles on his journey to request help from the king for his father.

Find Me Sitting Fireside by kaistrex (weishen) (1/1 | 13,282 | PG13)

With the news that an Alpha wants Beacon Hills for their own, Derek and Stiles are forced to attend a couples retreat at a ski resort to learn their enemy’s identity. However, the threat is the least of Derek’s problems when he’s expected to fake a relationship, share a bed and suffer through candlelit dinners with the man he’s secretly been in love with for the past four years.


Careful Fear and Dead Devotion by freeyourheart (1/? | 3,114 | PG13)

Since losing his family, Derek Hale never imagined that he would be caught up in anything even close to his current predicament. It wasn’t the whole “someone’s trying to kill me” part that had him feeling off. That just came with being a Hale. It was other stuff that he had never even fathomed having to deal with, especially considering the way his life typically worked out. Until lately, he never even let himself toy with the idea of actually having a pack – a legitimate group of friends – that he would not only figuratively die for, but literally die for too. A pack that he knew deep down would do the same for him. He also couldn’t believe the fact that if he went through with his plan - faking his death at the hands of their rival - he would actually have to convince his pack not to avenge his death… He had people who cared about him. People that wanted to fight for him, and along side of him. Friends who would actually be devastated if something bad were to happen to him. He had people who loved him. And even though the world currently seemed set on destroying him, he couldn’t help but feel whole and warm and good. He couldn’t help but share that love. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. Damn, was it a good one.

let Qui-Gons be Qui-Gons by haleofStilesheart (1/1 | 1,512 | G)

Derek had made reservations for them at the fanciest, most expensive restaurant in all of Beacon County over two months ago, reserving them a table for two in a private section. So, of course, the day of their reservation, Stiles gets hurt and ruins everything.

The Thawing of Our Hearts by shadowhunter167 (1/1 | 1,499 | G)

“It kinda hurts to breathe,” Stiles whispers, letting his head drop to Derek’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s because you’re literally freezing.”


Or, the Sterek fic where they piss off a witch, Stiles is literally freezing, and Derek’s really warm.


Skydiving, scuba diving, mountain climbing: all are an adrenaline junkie’s dream, but they’re also part of the day-to-day duties of Air Force Reserve Pararescue Jumper (known as a PJ) Matthew Gaddy. In the simplest terms, a PJ helps people, whether it’s hikers who’ve lost their way or campers who’ve run into trouble.

1944.Tankers of the Wehrmacht exhibit tanks “Panther” and Pz.Kpfw. V Ausf. G Hungarian reserve officers in the training center of the Hungarian army in Esztergom-tábor (Esztergom-Tábor). In the background are: Hungarian ZSU 40M “Nimrod” (40M Nimród), Czechoslovak light tank LТ-38, the Hungarian medium tank 41M (Turán II), the Hungarian medium tank 40M (Turán I) and Hungarian light tank 38M (Toldi).

tmntrapheal367  asked:

Can draw raph and mona cuddling each other.




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LOL…..that has got to be the cheesiest innuendo phrase and song EVER!….ANYWAYS….hello peeps, been M.I.A. cuz of school, but it’s that time yet again—summer vacation!! I have sooo much to catch up on!!

First on the list—-tumblr requests!! This happens to be one of them…RAMONA cuddling…though, I had a bit of trouble coming up with a suitable ‘cuddling’ pose for them…..this was the only thing I came up with that was semi-remotely ‘cuddly’…..*sigh* no matter how I try to imagine them in my head, they refuse to be ‘PG’….lol….this is as close as I’m gonna get.

SO ENJOY—this is also my very first FULL-FLEDGED DIGITALLY RENDERED piece of artwork!! I’m astounded at what I came up with—I’m a initially traditional artist but I felt that my work could be so much more through the magic of graphic design—-it’s really an exercise—I’m going to school for graphic design, so this is quite promising to say the least.

I hope that this piece was well worth the wait for those of you who follow me here on deviantart and tumblr.

PSS::: I have a second version of this exact piece ONLY on deviantart–check it out, let me know what you think!



Copyright © 2017 Antonia G. Reyes All Rights Reserved.

Archangel Flare

Ichiruki. AU with a lot of space, and a bit of angst and liberally applied tropes about confined spaces and near death experiences. Thanks to @gunnerpalace for the kick start on the idea, and @hashtagartistlife for the brilliant beta.  This part is ~3.5k. I’m thinking two more parts, we’ll see how wordy I get.

Space is generally pretty boring in Ichigo’s opinion - mostly empty with the occasional planet and sometimes, something hostile to kill, but generally, there’s very little to do out here out on the far reaches of the Central Systems. 

This mission was supposed to be a quick in and out to reconnoitre this system regarding the viability of an H3 mining operation and get back to The Seireitei for a couple of weeks of downtime. However, they’ve run into trouble - the kind of trouble that shows up with weapons powered up, and seems to be able to outmanoeuvre even Commander Kuchiki - Rukia Kuchiki, pride of her house and one of the best pilots in the corps, save himself.  

Ichigo swears as tracer fire lights up his tactical grid. He zeroes in on his own target, lining up and firing with a flick of thought while the remainder of his attention is focused on watching Rukia. 

She’s in Sode no Shirayuki, ducking and weaving as she leads the group of enemy craft through the maze of tumbling ice and rock that makes up this planet’s ring system. Another target pops on Ichigo’s display and he takes his eyes off Rukia’s spiralling trajectory in order to shake off his own tail.

When he turns back, Rukia is nowhere to be seen. Ichigo calls up his sensor array, layering it over his tactical grid and it pings almost immediately with her comm signature. He looks up in time to see Rukia peel away from her pursuers as they come around the far side of a particularly large ball of ice-packed rock. The silver-white skin of her mobile suit flares as it catches the reflected planetlight. 

“They’re still on your six,” Ichigo mutters over their commlink, and he hears Rukia’s acknowledgement before he notices the the telltale energy signature on his tactical grid. There’s a breath of time before they fire, and then Sode no Shirayuki is obliterated in a hail of gravity charges and the flash of her pulse drive overloading.  

“Rukia!” Her name jumps out of his mouth. All he can think is that he has to get to her, he has to get there before her suit runs out of air, she has to have ejected - she had to have seen that coming.

Ichigo swerves towards the explosion, pulling desperately on his control stick, and pushing his suit to its limits. The HUD flashes dire warnings about g-forces, energy reserves and proximity across his eye line and Ichigo dismisses them with a thought, throwing himself and his armor through debris-riddled space to reach her in time.

“Goddamnit,” he snarls, sending his suit into a spiral to avoid a shredded piece of Rukia’s hull. It knocks against his flank and Ichigo feels the crunch of it through the shielding before he slips past it and on to find her. He’s shouting mental commands at the nav panel, demanding that it search for her comm signature in the debris field and ignore everything else.

There’s a ping to his left and Ichigo pulls up short. He turns, both his eyes and sensors scanning, and there she is, suspended in space, the light of the fiery remains of her suit reflecting across the closed visor of her helmet. 

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"No" (zoNico) (Love Live!)

Summary: Nozomi is very persuasive, even when she does it by accident.

A/N: There’s just something about Nico pressed into Nozomi’s boobs, man.


“But Nicocchi–”

“I said no.”

“You didn’t even listen to the whole–”


“If you won’t listen…”

That was the moment Yazawa Nico knew she had made a mistake, because when Nozomi’s voice trailed off with that rising tilt to her tone, only trouble would follow after. Lots and lots of trouble. Specifically, trouble involving the blood pressure of one super idol who needed to keep her stress levels low to preserve her cuteness.

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