gonna wait for someone to make one

Each one of us has gotta do our work in healing ourselves, in stopping the cycle of being broken and breaking others. We can blame the people who broke us, and they can blame the people who broke them, and so on, ad infinitum, but at some point it has to stop. Someone has to chose to break the chain. It’s the only way our world will improve. 

Negativity, bitterness, resentment, hostility, these are all contagious, all easily spread. We all have to work on curing ourselves. The only other option is perpetually passing this pain onto one another. A rolling epidemic of suffering.

If healing is gonna happen, it’s gotta be on an individual level. This world is made of people, not abstract concepts, not political policies, but living, breathing people. Human beings. Individuals. We are what makes this world what it is. So we can’t sit and wait for the world to fix itself. That makes no sense. We are the world. Each one of us has to play our part in our collective healing. It’s the only way.


And if you’re gonna do this rip the plaster. If you’re gonna hit me, hit me harder than this.

the cast of IT as things my friends have said (pt2)

Beverly: I can paint my nails pink and still be a badass, fuck you and your momma

Bill: yeah I may have a slight stutter sometimes but at least I’m not a bitch

Mike: don’t let life throw lemons at you, that’s rude

Ben: things one direction has made their bitch: me

Richie: if only there was someone as funny and good looking as me. Oh wait, there’s not. WAIT- sike, still me, bitch

Eddie: damn how many times are you gonna fucking sneeze? you make me want to live in a fucking bubble

Stan: if I were a bird, i’d know exactly who to shit on

anonymous asked:

can you please do another soulmate au in this one when you reach the age of 16 a tattoo of your soulmates initials appear on your body. jughead never told anyone his real name and betty has no idea who the F.J. tattooed on her skin could be.. please :)))

Aw man, this is cool!

Jughead took a deep breath, pulling the beanie he always wore, lower on his head. He took a peek in the mirror to make sure his ears were covered, that was the purpose of his beanie after all.

Running his fingers over the spot just behind his ear, partly covered by wavy dark hair, he traced the delicate letters “B.C”

Of course he knew what they stood for, they had shown up so suddenly the day he turned sixteen. He remembered the shock and disbelief he felt at seeing those very familiar initials, scrawled in pretty feminine letters over his tan skin.

Betty Cooper. His soulmate was Betty Cooper, there was no one else, it had to be Betty. He couldn’t tell her, couldn’t show anyone. On his birthday Archie had begged to see his initials

“It’s a right of passage dude! Come on, you were the first one I showed when I got Veronica’s initials!” Archie practically pleaded with the boy.

Jughead had simply shook his head and shrugged his shoulders
“I didn’t get any initials, looks like I don’t have a soulmate.” He played it off as a joke but the sympathetic look veronica and Kevin had thrown him nearly made him spill the truth. He hated having people pity him.
There had to be a mistake, there was no way Betty was for him, she was perfect and soft and sweet, but equally as powerful and strong. He was just the boy from the wrong side of the tracks, he didn’t deserve her. Today was her birthday and he was sick to his stomach about who her actual soulmate would be.

Trevor Brown, it had to be him. The way he stared at her in the hallway made him sick, and when Trevor offered to carry her books to class Jughead felt postively violent.

Speaking of the beautiful blonde, she was headed his way, an angry looking Kevin and a confused Veronica in tow.

He heard Kevin huffing
“I don’t see why you can’t tell us, it has to be someone we know. We’re not gonna judge you Betty. Just tell us.”

Veronica was nodding along
“I promise B, whoever it is, we’ll make it work, whatever it takes.” She placed a soothing hand to her shoulder.

Betty finally reached Jughead ,Archie joining the group, practically sprinting out of the bathroom at the mention of Betty’s soulmate. Everyone in riverdale had been waiting to see who americas sweetheart would be paired with.

“I don’t know! I’m not lying, I genuinely have no idea. It’s no one we know, I’m not telling anyone until I figure it out!” She pouted, gripping Jugheads arm and leading him ahead of the group.

As curious as he was, he allowed her to pull him without questioning it.
“Happy birthday Juliet.” He spoke low, for only her to hear.

She turned to him with a sad smile
“Not so happy Juggie.”

He opened the door to the blue and gold office for her as she curtsied and giggled
“Thanks Romeo.” She threw him a wink before plopping down on the ugly plaid couch, her friends storming in after her.

Jughead quickly took the open spot next to her, at least he could save her from Kevin sitting there.

She sighed as everyone stared at her
“I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it. And I promise I’ll tell you once I figure it out.” She spoke it all so quick it knocked her breath away, slumping to lean against Jughead.
He wrapped a comforting hand around her shoulder, gently squeezing.
She looked up at him and sighed
“Wanna know a secret?” She whispered a sad smile furrowing her brows.

Jughead nodded turning to look at her
“You know I love a secret.”

She smiled
“Me too. Well. I don’t really know how to say this, so I guess I’ll just spit it out. I wanted it to be you. I wanted you to be my soulmate, I know you don’t have one and all but, I thought maybe you were mine. I know it’s stupid, but now I’m stuck with this stupid F.J on my palms and I have no clue who it is. It’s totally weird, but..”
Jughead cut her off quickly, gripping her wrist and bringing her hand dangerously close to his face.

“Juggie!” She pouted indignantly “staring at it isn’t going to make him appear, the least you could say is Thankyou, I mean I pretty much..”

He cut her off again, this time ripping off his beanie and throwing it behind the couch, his eyes still drawn to the heavy handed F.J written across her palm, it was surrounded by nail indents and crescent shaped scars from when she dug her fingernails into her palms, to calm her nerves.

“Jughead” she said again softly this time, her warm eyes ducking to catch his, tearing him away from her palm “are you okay?”

He broke into the biggest grin, raising a hand to tuck the hair away from his ear revealing the gorgeous B.C.

Betty gasped, her hand moving to her mouth.

“Is that…?”

He nodded slowly, gently holding her palms face up in his hands

“It’s nice to meet you Betty Cooper, my names Forsythe Jones.” He was smirking now as she opened and closed her mouth

“You mean?” She choked out

“You don’t think my parents actually named me Jughead do you?” He wrapped his large hands around her face, her palms resting on his chest, the F.J placed over his heart.

She traced her initials with watery eyes.
“I knew it.” She whispered

He smiled

“Damn am I glad.” He sighed out, capturing her lips in slow kiss.

anonymous asked:

are you still doing the jealous jensen thing? because i thought of one more if you are. and is it just jealous jensen or both of them? because i saw some funny jealous jared stuff on twitter today.

I am definitely still doing it. It may have to be both of them. We talk about Jensen getting jealous when someone else has fun with Jared because he’s so damn obvious about it but oh man. Jared cracks me up sometimes. Like the upfronts in 2014. Jensen is being all cute with Colton Haynes:

So Jared just slips riiiiiight in between them because he’s smooth like that:

DENIED. And then Colton ducks like Jared’s gonna smack him. 

But wait! See Paul Wesley over there looking Jared and Jensen’s direction?:

Uh oh. Yep. He’s going to talk to Jensen:

Someone should do something about that nonsense….


Reminds of of the Saturn Awards where someone else had the NERVE to make Jensen laugh:

And Jared had to spring into action: 

Or maybe the time at sdcc last year when Mark made the same mistake:

Honestly, it’s hilarious. I have about 10 more gif requests to make and very little time right now but I swear. I’ll make it and have the whole thing in one set ASAP. 

there’s not a day that goes by that i don’t remember that one playlist vlog where dan says something like “two youtubers are gonna be making out in the corner” and says “iiit’ll be……………….jackmakingoutwithhishand” and then someone says “wait were you gonna say…you and” and dan’s like “NNNOIIITWOULDBEJJACKMAKINGOUTWITHHISHAND”

Hoodie Thief

Requested by: @lokiandbuckyaremine

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 937
Warnings: Fluff, swearing

A/N: I’m sorry this (and all my requests) are taking so long to get done! It’s a busy time of year for uni and work :(

~~Bucky’s POV~~

Bucky rummages through this drawers, angry grunts coming from his lips with every passing second. After realising that it wasn’t here, he slams one of the drawers shut and storms through the compound. He was beyond pissed off by now, and he was going to find out who was stealing all his hoodies.

“Steve!” he yells as he enters the communal living area. Sam, Wanda, you and Steve all glance up at him,

“What?” Steve says with a frown, standing with a concerned expression as Bucky storms in, “What’s wrong, pa-”

“Stop stealing my fucking hoodies!” Bucky booms. He knows that this is a bit of an over-reaction, but it’s been happening for weeks and now he didn’t have any comfy clothes left,

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“Better luck next time.”

Bank Robber AU for @ambiguous-eyepatch for the Valentines @aftgexchange!

I had a lot of fun drawing these and I hope you like it! 😃

I realized too late that this wasn’t exactly what you meant by your prompt, sorry about that, but I hope it’s still okay!

The rest of my mini-fic/headcanons/ramblings about this AU are below the cut:

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Boyfriend/Girlfriend Feelings

Summary: Your feelings for Sam scare the life out of you. So you cling to Dean for guidance. One day when you drag them out to go swimming, Sam asks you about your feelings for his older brother, only to be surprised when he learns he’s had it all wrong.

A/N: I don’t know why, but in my mind the A/C in the bunker just…sucks.

Request: Alright here’s hoping I get in cause your writing is FANTASTIC. Sam x reader. They’ve been friends for years and they’re both crazy about one another but Sam thinks she’s into dean because of all the to me they spend togethet but he’s actually trying to help her get Sammy. Thanks:)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Shirtless Winchesters - I know I need a warning for that.

Word Count: 1.7k

Originally posted by shirtlesssammy

You doubled over with laughter at the sight of Dean trying to flip the bacon while shirtless. The grease was spitting everywhere, and the way that he jumped and yelped every time a drop hit him was almost worthy of recording.

Somehow, you and Dean were both awake and ready for the day before Sam. Normally he was the one up before both of you.

So here you and Dean were, goofing around in the kitchen while cooking breakfast. It was hot in the bunker, the middle of summer was always the worst. The air-conditioning system in the bunker needed a serious update. You were wearing only a pair of shorts and a tank top, while Dean was only wearing his pyjama pants.

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Ooooooo, mama! I love me some dragons! Imma stick with the traditional Japanese ones, because those are canonical to the universe. ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

(Please excuse the silly names the Shimada dragons were given. I don’t know any Japanese (RIP).)


“The air is shifting.”

Hanzo opened his eyes slowly, his meditation could wait.

“What do you mean, Sui Riu.” He spoke calmly as the beast met his eyes.

“The winds have changed. Listen.” It circled him slowly, moving as if constantly suspended in water.

“Yes, I hear it too.” The darker of the two dragons agreed. The man shifted in his seat, straining his ears to hear whatever change they were referring to.

“Hmm. What do you propose we do, Aoi?” Asked Sui Riu, beginning to unravel itself from Hanzo and around its companion.

Hanzo crosses his arms, still concentrating on the breeze, and lets then have their conversation separately. Something did seem slightly off, he just couldn’t put his finger on it, and after a minute longer of observation, he deduces that the change must be spiritual; something he was much less in-tune with than his dragons.

“Master,” Aoi began, “we think it best to go now.” Hanzo pauses, realizing that he had not been listening to them at all. Any decision they had made had completely flown over his head.

He pauses awkwardly, thinking of how to respond properly. “Yes. That is fine.” He stands, dusting off his knees a bit. “Lead the way.”


It was so nice to finally get some sun!

You stretch, before curling around yourself and resting your head on your tail. Overwatch truly was a blessing: taking someone like you in with a promise to keep you safe, happy and healthy.

You smile and lull your head side to side. “No more crowed forests for me!” Your eyes close, and you sigh, letting yourself relax for once.

That is until distant mumbling made it’s way to your ears.

There was a man, followed by……two other dragons!!? You’re eyes grow wide as you study them. Geez, they’re absolutely beautiful (and kinda tiny in comparison to you). You’re eyes wonder back to the man, who was speaking.

“I..I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”

“I apologize.” He bows politely. “My name is Shimada Hanzo.”

You nod your head in response. You pause, contemplating your next move. Deciding it’s best to level with this guy, you allow yourself to swiftly change back into a human.

You reach out a hand, introducing yourself, but he takes a moment to comprehend what had happened. His face pales a fraction and he refuses to meet your eyes; making you wonder if there was a problem with your appearance.

You glance down at your chest, making sure that you remembered to actually cloth yourself this time (and to your relief you had). His cough brings your attention back to him.

“Oh, uh.” You rub your hands together. “May I ask who you two are as well?” You start, praying that that didn’t come out too awkward.

“I am Aoi,” one begins, weaving itself out from behind Hanzo, “and this is Sui Riu.”

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You offer a smile, and watch as they approach, inspecting you.

“I was not aware you could see them.” Hanzo started, voice even. “Most cannot.”

“I assume by that you mean most humans.” You shove your hand into your pocket and use the other to gesture yourself. “As of right now I’m only physically human.”

He nods, feeling as though he might of offended you in some way.

“Well, you seem to be a very appealing human.” Sui Riu said, circling your form.

“And dragon as well.” Aoi added, joining Sui Riu.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” You blush.

“Perhaps you would like to join us later to converse?” The former asked. To which you eagerly agreed, letting them set a time and place to meet.

He didn’t really think of himself as the best welcoming committee. However, it just so happened that the newbie asked to be greeted by him specifically. Nothing about your name rang any bells, and he couldn’t possibly think of many people who would want to be guided by him.

The first thing he heard when the ship had opened it’s doors was a loud gasp. His eyes followed the sound to a slowly approaching figure, eyes wide and mouth covered.

“It-it’s true!” You exclaim, glancing at him, then to his side, then back to him. “The man who is guided by dragon!”

You reach to his side, and he sees a green head meet your hand.

“So you can see Tatsu as well?” He watches you gently stroke it, placing his hand on it’s back to pet it as well.

“Yeah, I never thought I’d really get to see another one!” You grin at him, then pull your eyes back to Tatsu (who was loving all the attention).

“Ah, so you have seen another.”

“Well, I guess you could say that.” Letting out an awkward chuckle, you raise your hand off of it and cross your arms. “You didn’t get the memo, huh?”

“I suppose not.” His dragon begins to slowly drift back to him, not wanting the petting to stop. Genji makes a motion like he’s beginning to speak, but you swiftly cut him off.

“Umm, so, Tatsu. Can you speak too?” You unfold your arms and wave them frantically, “No! Wait! That was super rude! I’m sorry!”

“No, it is fine.” Genji chuckles gently. He runs his hand down it’s back. “They are mute.” He motions at you. “The other one could speak?”

“Uh, well, yes.” You clear your throat. “You see….. I’m…… the other one.” You shift your weight, gazing at your feet.

“I see!” Genji inspects you, with what could only be described as subdued glee. “May I ask how?”

“Well, yeah.” You pause and steady your nerves. “I can sorta turn in to one. Sometimes. I’m not very good at it yet.”

He clasps his hands together, not hiding his excitement well. “Can I see?”

You nod, tell him to stand back, and shut your eyes tightly. The tingling in your arms growing strong before your muscles begin to shift. Letting your eyes open, you see that your arms were the only things you could will to change, and you scrunch your face in frustration.

“Incredible!” Genji cheers from intront of you. He steps closer and hovers his hands over your arms. “May I?”

“Uhh, sure.” He gently takes them, turning and poking them to ease his curiosity. The other dragon watches over the both of you, contently; then decides that the two of you needed to be circled.

“Haha! Looks like Tatsu likes you!” He boasts, removing his hands from you, and onto the serpent-like creature.

You chuckle and look down at your arms. “I gotta say, meeting you two has made me feel so much better.” You look up into his visor. “I should probably change them back now.”

He hums in agreement, picks up Tatsu by its midsection, and allows you some space.

You focus your energy into your arms, letting the shifting sensation sweep over you. Once it settled you peer down and notice a problem with your hands. Claws.

“Wait. I, hmmm, give me a second.”

“Yo, Genji! I was wonderin’ if…..” A voice echoed in from behind him. It sounded familiar, for some reason.

Oh, god. That was that famous D.J. wasn’t it?

He coughs, awkwardly. “I was wonderin’ if I could borrow you for a sec?”

“Yes, I will be with you soon.” He bows to you in apology. “I will be back as quickly as I can.”

He jogs off, leaving you, claws and all, equally relieved and embarrassed.

He was never a fan of going down to the prisoner holding; or as Sombra liked to call it, “the Dungeon.” But, alas, there was a certain someone with needed information, who also happened to be a prisoner.

When all was said and done, it was easy to make them talk, and he was out of their room at in no time at all. An outcome that pleased him slightly.

His feet echo heavily as he makes his way down the long hallway out, letting him relish in the quiet.

“Hello?” He stops. Was someone talking to him? “Hey, uh, any chance I could get some water?”

“Not my job. Wait till diner.”

“C'mon, please? It’s been hours.”

“Again, not my job.” He begins to move again, but is stopped by the sound of intense scraping. He thought all prisoners were suppose to be stripped of all of their belongings; how did this one manage to sneak in something sharp? “You have a knife? They’re gonna have a field day with you when they find out, grunt.”

“I-I don’t have a knife!”

“Sure sounds like you do.” He states, voice taunting. The scraping continues, urgently, than becomes more muffled, and he decides if he should see for himself if they had something they shouldn’t, or to just leave.

Curiosity gets the best of him as he unlocks the door leading to your cell. The room is dim, as most are, but overwhelmingly dry. The shadows shift against the wall, and he knows better than to think that it was just his imagination.

“Come out.” He nearly demands, watching you nervously scuttle forth, almost twice his size. “What the hell?”

“Hey! It gets hard to control when I’m really hungry or thirsty….” You trail off, feeling small compared to the intimidating man before you.

He crosses his arms and stares at you a moment longer. “I’m guessing by that you mean, changing?”

“Mmhmm. But, I thought you guy knew that already.” You turn your head away from him bitterly. “I would’ve thought you knew everything about me by now.”

“Well, apparently, Talon isn’t to found of the idea of spreading the fact that they have a dragon in their dungeon.”

Your eyes sweep back to him. “You mean you didn’t know? You look kinda important.”

“Honestly, won’t have cared enough to remember if I was told.”

“That’s a bit rude.”

“I’m a member of a terrorist organization. We don’t tend to considerate.”

“Touché.” You curl yourself on to your bed and sigh. “If you’re not gonna get me some water, you can leave. I’m sure you have other, more important things to do.”

“I do. But they aren’t nearly as interesting.” He leans against the wall. “I’m curious, how exactly were they able to catch a dragon.”

“Why would you care?” You put dryly, no longer facing him.

“Humor me.”

You shift in your bed, trying to find the right words. “They didn’t FIND a dragon.” You exhale loudly through your nose in discontent. “They made one.”

You both sit in silence as he takes in your words. He pushes himself off the wall and leaves, not saying a another word.


“Wow, even your wallet is edgy.” Sombra snorts, eyeballing the black leather wallet, with a metal skull emblem and chain.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He growls and she raises her hands in mock defense.

“Why are you buying that many water bottles anyway?”

“That’s none of your business, Sombra.” He pulls the last of the five he bought into his arms, and turns to leave.

“Aww, I was hoping to watch you chug those all at once!”

“Too bad.”

You guys today I researched someone who is such a rank evil motherfucker that the person who was going to meet them to ask for money came over to my desk after seeing my research and was like “What a rank evil motherfucker.” 

And I was like I DIDN’T EVEN PUT THE WORST OF IT IN BECAUSE WE CAN’T PROVE THE WORST STUFF SINCE IT’S ALL TECHNICALLY SPECULATION BY LIBERAL WATCHDOG GROUPS BUT I KNOW THEY DID IT. They gave millions of dollars to climate-change denial (which I learned today is referred to as CLIMATE INACTIVISM) two weeks ago. 

But I am heartened that a) the fundraiser saw through my VERY CAREFULLY professionally neutral report to the truth of the matter and b) they called their boss and were like “I’m not taking this meeting” and THEIR BOSS read my report and said “Yeah this is a PR disaster waiting to happen, don’t take the meeting.”

And normally I’d be like “yes take their money, take it all, take them for everything you can wring from them” but what makes this one so unsettling is that their donations always come with creepy post-contract strings. If we take the money, we’re gonna pay for it down the line, so I’m just as glad we aren’t. 

Once in a while in my profession I come across someone who is such a force for destruction on an international scale that I genuinely hope they will die in some very public and ironic way. I yearn for the day I read of their demise.

My Mate - Part 2

So I had a shit-ton of people ask me to continue this story! So I did! It’s been sitting my drafts for a few months so i decided to finish it really quickly and post it while I was taking a break from studying.

My Mate - Part 1

You and Damian spend the entire night talking quietly on the couch. You talk about his training as Robin, what it’s like being Jason’s sister, what he likes to do when he isn’t patrolling the city. It’s almost like a first date, but Jason is constantly glaring from the corner.

Damian leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear causing a shudder to run through you, “I believe .. that Todd is displeased with your choice of company tonight, Beloved”

You let out a breathy chuckle, “He doesn’t control who I let court me”

Damian lets out an amused chuckle, “I wonder who the true Alpha of your little pack is”

Tim snorts and bursts into laughter, “Y/N’s obviously the one who runs everything. She’s Jason’s Oracle, she’s the one who bandages him up, who makes him eat and sleep … Jason can’t deny her anything”

“It’s not nice to eavesdrop, Tim. I’m trying to have a conversation” You toss a pillow at him, but it’s easily caught and sent sailing back. Yelping when it hits you in the face you glare at the detective, “Meanie”

Damian chuckles, “Will you go out to dinner with me two days from now? Will that be an acceptable first date?”

“I’d really like that, just let me know where you want to go so I’ll know what to wear. I mean” You look up at him through your lashes, “I’ve never been courted by a vampire before”

His eyes dilate and he inhales, taking in your unique scent, and the unconscious brushes of your mind against his. “It is not something you will regret, sweetling”

“I hope not” You glance up when you hear a soft whine and your eyes meet Jason’s. His shoulders are slumped and he looks tired, but his look also tells you that he won’t leave you alone with Damian. Turning back to your intended, you whisper, “I have to go now, but I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Damian brings your hand up to his mouth, giving you the barest brush of fangs against the skin on the back your hand, then pressing a kiss there and letting you go. “Good night, my intended. I will count the minutes until I see you again”

Standing up you hesitate for just a second before darting in and pressing a kiss to Damian’s cheek, “Dream of me, my Robin”

When you pull back you smirk as his dazed look, before turning and making your way to Jason.

“Y/N …” he whines, reaching out for you. The man is exhausted, he hasn’t slept in 49 hours and it was past time for some sibling cuddles.

“Come on, big brother. Let’s head home and go to bed” Jason huffs, trying to act like he isn’t actually tired, but you can hear the soft whine he lets out and feel the way he leans into you. “When we get home you can shift, and we’ll curl up in your room to sleep, alright?”

“Yeah, that sound’s good”

As soon as the apartment door is shut Jason starts to shift, easily flowing from his human from into his wolf form. Now in front of you stands black timber wolf about the size of a small car. Jason lets out a soft chuff and nudges you further into the apartment, steering you towards his room.

“I need to change into some PJ’s first, Jay. Go get settled, I’ll be in there in a minute.”

After you get dressed you head back to Jason’s room. He’s already made a nest out of various blankets and pillows, and before you even get the chance to climb into bed Jason gently grabs you and pulls you in.

“You impatient mutt! I was getting there!”

Jay just lets out a low growl and shoves his cold nose into your neck. His body is practically covering yours, making it so you can’t move. “Move over! You’re gonna smother me you giant fluff ball!”

Jason whines and nuzzles closer, refusing to move. His mind brushes against yours, and while a wolf can’t use real words like a vampire, they can send over feelings and images. Right now he’s sending over fear, “Why are you scared, Jay? Neither of us are in danger, we’re safe here at home”

A flash of you and Damian sitting together, and then another feeling, loneliness. “Do you think I’ll abandon you just because Damian is courting me?” He lets out a soft huff in confirmation, “What did you think would happen? Did you think I would trade you for Damian? That I would just forget about you? I’d never do that! You’re my brother, I’d never abandoned family”

A feeling of relief flows through you, “You’re so stupid, Jay, you’re really lucky that I love you”

With a soft huff, Jason settles down for the night. You’re glad that you and Jason managed to get some of your problems worked out, hopefully now he’ll be nicer to Damian.

Two days later finds you getting ready for your date when a call from the Batcave comes is. Both Jason and Alfred are with you, helping you get ready. Apparently, Alfred is really good at styling hair, and Jason was grumbling that none of your cloths covered enough skin.

“Jason, Alfred, I need you two to get to the Cave. There have been several League of Assassin members spotted around the city. They’re planning something and I need all hands on-deck”

“Of course, Master Bruce. We are on our way”

Jason walks over and presses a kiss to your forehead, “You gonna be on my comms?”

“Duh, you wouldn’t survive a day without me watching your back. I’ll be ready before you two even get to the Manor.”

Alfred chuckles softly, “I am glad that someone is able to keep Master Jason safe”

“Safe is relative, Alfie, I’m never safe, Y/N just makes sure I stay alive”

“Sparrow. Have you found anything out of the ordinary?”

You quickly scan through the cameras, checking with Alfred and Oracle to see if they have anything different, “No, it looks like the League members are gathering at the docks. They just seem to be … waiting.” A light flashes across one of the cameras, “Hold on, there’s a boat coming in … I can’t see … give me a minute”

“Work quickly, I need to know what’s on that boat, especially if the League is interested in it”

“B? How the hell did you get on this channel?”

“I had Tim hack it”

“Of course you did. You all need to hang back, most of the assassins at the docks are Vampires, they’ll be able to sense it if you get too close”

“We know, we aren’t in range of anyone”

“Good.” An alarm sounds, and one of the camera screens flash red, indicating movement, “Shit, they’re here”

“Who’s there? Sparrow, who’s there?”

You try to take a steadying breath, willing your voice not to betray just how scared you now are, “The cameras just detected League members in the apartment building.”

“Get out of there. Get out of there now, kid!”

“Hood … shit there’s nowhere to go. They’re on the roof, in the lobby, in the hallway, on the fire escape” Slipping off your headset, you slide in a much more discreet communicator and tracker, “I’m trapped, Hood”

“Keep calm, Sparrow. I’m on my way …”

“No! You’ll never make it in time, big brother. You need to stay to the dock, figure out what they’re doing, and then you’ll be able to figure out why they came to the apartment, alright?”

“You’re a pain in the ass, kid. Only one I know that’d just let the League of Assassins take them”

You let out a shaky chuckle, “They haven’t even come in yet.” An idea pops into your head, “I’m gonna ask them what they want”

“Fuck no! Sparrow, you had better keep your happy ass away from those assassins! Fuck it, I’m on my way back. I can’t just -”

Instead of answering you decide to mute Jason and open the front door, coming face to face with three League assassins. “Hello, can I help you guys?”

One of the Assassins raise their eyebrows, “You are the intended mate of Damian al Ghul?”

“I don’t know about intended mate, buddy. We only met a few days ago, haven’t even been on a date”

The vampires head cocks, “You are a human.”

“Indeed I am, I’m so glad that you guys can use your nose”

The comm crackles in your ear and Batman’s voice comes through, “It is not a good idea to taunt a League assassin, Sparrow”

Ignoring the man, you quirk an eyebrow at the assassin in front of you, “So, did you guys need something? Or did you come here to tell me why so many of you guys are in Gotham? Because let me tell you, Batman really isn’t happy -”

“We are here under the orders of the Demon Head to bring his grandson’s intended to him”

“So you want me to go with you to meet Ra’s al Ghul. Will I meet Talia as well?”

“Yes. Will you come with us willingly, or will we have to take you by force?”

“Can you give me five minutes to pack a bag? You can come with me if you want. Honestly, I don’t stand much of a chance against a bunch of vampire assassins, so I promise not to try anything”

The assassin looks confused for a moment, “You will not need to bring anything, you will be provided anything you need”

You nod, “Can I at least write a note to my brother? I’d hate for him to worry too much”

“Very well, we will leave in three minutes”

The assassins are surprisingly nice. They don’t touch you at all, don’t try to restrain you, the only thing they do is have you take out your comm unit.

“So, am I allowed to know your names? Or is that some super-secret-assassin-shit?”

“We cannot tell you our identities, Miss Y/N”

“Well, at least your polite. Can you tell me why your leader has decided that today is a good day to meet me?”

Assassin #1 hums softly, “We are not privy to the plans of the Demon Head. Now,” he turns around, holding a syringe, “this is a sedative. I cannot allow you to know that location of the League compound, so I must give this to you. Please do not fight me”

You shrug and hold out your arm, “I told you I wouldn’t fight. It won’t do me any good to be injured for no reason.”

He nods, and gently slides the needle into your vein, and depresses the plunger, “You will be unconscious for approximately 6 hours”

Already feeling the effect of the drug, you lean sideways so that you’re laying across the car seats, “You know, I didn’t think that assassins could be nice. You’re pretty nice, Number 1. I’m gonna fall asleep now, ‘kay?”

A hand brushes your hair out of your face, “Of course, little human. You are safe here”

Briefly you wonder why he’s being so nice to you, but then you remember what Bruce had said to Jason. That your mind was different than any human he had even come in contact with, that it had a calming affect on his kind. Thinking is starting to become difficult, and your body feels like it’s floating. 

The last think you remember thinking is that you hope Ra’s al Ghul isn’t as creepy as Tim said he was.

Let me know what you guys think! What should happen next?

Scott Borchetta interview with Alan Cross for Canadian Music Week (April 2017)


AC: [talking about recognizing a special character] If you come into contact with a true superstar and there is a charisma that comes off of them effortlessly, the kind of person when they walk into the room and your back is to the door - you know they’re in the room…
SB: Yeah, I always say that colors in the room change, like if Steven Tyler walked in right now you’d be going […starts turning around…], Steven is here, okay, I got it… because it’s just that thing. And I’m sure any of you can remember a moment, whether you got to meet Mick Jagger or Taylor, and you just went: “WOW! There’s a lot more juice in this person than everybody else”.

AC: So you were gonna build “Big Machine” the way you thought a record label needed to be built, from ground up. And you had no office, no money, no staff, you had nothing except your eye on this 14-year-old girl. You were scouting this 14-year-old talent?
SB: Yeah, so the irony is I get a package, this is an October 2004 and my deal with Universal goes through September 2005, so I get Taylor’s package in October and I meet her November 2nd 2004, I was blown away… and I go to see her two nights later at the Bluebird Cafe, go to meet the family and I’m just completely knocked out by her being, how smart she was at 15-years-old, how incredible the songs were. And then I go back for a second meeting and say: “If you wanna be signed at Universal I will introduce you to the executives and try to help you get signed, but you need to know something - I’m leaving in a year, I’m gonna start my own label, don’t know what it’s called but I can make you one promise tonight - when I start it, you have a deal with me”. And they looked at me and  just kinda went […motions a blank stare…]. They go: “Wow, we finally found someone who gets her and he’s crazy”. So couple weeks later, Taylor had just turned 15, and she called me herself and said: “Hey, just wanna let you know I’ve made up my mind and I’m waiting for you”. And it wasn’t from a manager, wasn’t from a parent, and I said: “Well, you’ve made my day”.
AC: Why do you think she made that decision?
SB: I think because she have had a deal at RCA priors, she had a development deal and they did not believe in her songs and they were trying to get her to work with other songwriters, different producers and they didn’t feel that they understood her and I was immediately fascinated with her songs. And I didn’t realize it back then but, when she came into the office, she literally came into Universal and she played me a song, a second song, and for those of you who know Taylor’s music, the second song was “Picture To Burn” and I said that’s a hit song. And I think from that moment she thinks: “Okay, I think this guy gets me and understands my songs”. I’ve never once brought up to her idea of doing an outside song. So she know that I believe… at her being she’s a songwriter, yes - incredible at everything else, but in her being, the most important thing and 50 years from now when you look back at this moment they’ll go - oh, the Michelangelo of the moment was Taylor Swift.

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All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.7

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2528
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mild sexual content, the likeliness of Roo getting axed for more slow burn.
A/N: So in this part, we experience Bucky’s POV on that same day and get a little more into his character because reasons. It ties in with his backstory from pt.3 as well.

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| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

[ previously ]

After wishing them a good time and saying your goodbyes, you watched the remainder of your friends take off for the night. Leaving you alone and still thinking about where the hell Bucky could be.

[ The day of the full moon ]

He didn’t sleep. Technically he actually didn’t need to but it helped to pass the time and gave him less time to ruminate on whatever was troubling him. But for the first time in a long time, Bucky had no concerns. He finally found a sense of relief knowing that it was officially over; after decades of being hunted down and tormented by the descendants of awful men, he had put an end to their bloodline once and for all. It was just a shame that the final confrontation had to happen in that small village with their ridiculous “No Feeding” laws.

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Well, here we are again folks. Time for me to once again talk about the people I love to no end. I hope you’re ready, because this is a long one. Also, yes, I’m using the same graphic as last time. Leave me alone.

All I have to say to all you lovely people this time around is that I love you all very much and am very appreciative of this community existing, because I’ve made some very amazing friends here and increased my love of hockey infinitely because of you wonderful people. I feel like I’ve grown and changed a lot in my own personal life due to being on hockey tumblr and the people that I’ve met here and interacted with, and it’s only been positive growth and change. I think that people talk a lot of shit about internet communities and how toxic they can be, and while sometimes that may be true, you folks always shock and surprise me with how wonderful, lovely and supportive you can all be. I appreciate it endlessly, and I hope it never changes. So thanks for 1,000 followers (that’s insane) and let’s get started!



A – F

@aaronekdad / @a-burakovsky / @actualalienbensmith / @adammcquaidschesthair / @adhdrichietozier / @aleccmartinez / @alexazeek / @always-next-year / @andre-baerakovsky / @andreburakovskyisgod / @andreburakvsky /  @andrei-vasilevskiy / @antoinecroissantwrenchroussel / @archiebradley / @artturi-lehky / @asinglegoldenknight / @atlantathrasher / @austohmatthews / @aust34n / @backstrcm / @badgalkadri / @baehutt10 / @bennjuice / @billnylander / @bisexualbastian / @bortuzzo / @brassard-derick / @bravdenschenn / @brendanlipstick / @brendansmittys / @buchneviched / @buckypuck / @bura-babe / @burracudaa / @calisavagebunny / @camtalbottt / @cannolimaatta / @cantevenskate / @capmorielly / @captainmitchmarner / @captainpoulin / @captkentparson / @carey-pric31ess / @cargojorts / @casual-toronto-trash / @charliekapanen / @charliesnackavoy / @coltonparakyo / @connor-mcdavo / @connormcdazzle / @connormcskellington / @connormxdavid / @connrbrowns / @coolmatthews / @countvanriemsdick / @crouses / @crown-city-or-die / @crxsschecked / @daddyseggy / @daisiesmakingchains / @damnwassup / @detroitundeadwings / @devinscore / @dougiehamiltons / @drai-29 / @draisaitl29 / @dt-brown / @dubnyk / @dvlanlarkin / @dylanlarkin / @eat-sleep-leafs / @edmontonkailers / @ekmanlarssons / @explore-a-little / @flowbros / @fornothingisevilinthebeginning / @fratboyhanifin / @freddieandersens / @fuckhockeybutalsofuckhockey / @fuckin-hockey / @fuckleafs

G – L

@gallysburger / @gallysgrin / @generichawkeyblog / @getmewiththosegreeneyes / @gingerbrownie / @goldenknghts / @gorditx / @hakunimaatta / @handcraftedweedorange / @henrikzetterbergs / @hertls-smile / @hockey–eh / @hockeygrandpa / @hockeyinspires / @hockeyisallineed / @hockeyisreligion / @holtbaest / @hrtfrdwhlrs / @hunkdqvist / @h2ofireyrage / @icantbelievesomeone / @icechild-josi / @ice-ice-hockey / @icesonice / @imaginarydaze / @impekkablerinne / @itsyourboykent / @ivanprovolone / @jagr-trash / @jakegardiner / @jamesneal / @jaybeaglefans / @jimbovesey / @jimmyskjei / @jimmyveseysfreecoffee / @johnnyandmony / @joshhodang / @joyousramblings / @juicysaros / @justhockey / @karilehtonens / @kasperikapanenisbetterthanyou / @kassu-kapanen / @kaz-in-the-impala / @kdraj82 / @knightsduke / @koilers / @konecyourself / @korpisalos / @kuuuuuuuuuch / @kyamamoto / @larkintrash / @leafstrashtm / @leafystephens / @letangandlefleury / @lifeasaeuropeanhockeyfan / @lindholmz / @lottswrites / @lovve-beyond-words / @lowkeyhawkey /

M – R

@maattdaddy / @man-tha / @maplelaughs / @mapleleafstrash / @mapleloafs / @maple-loafs / @maplesleaf / @marner-rielly / @marnershair / @marnsteejsegs / @marnsxmatts / @martinfrks / @mattsmartsmarns / @mattystrome / @mcdraii / @mcmarns / @minourouss / @mitchellmarnthews / @mitchmarnerssmile / @mitchy-marnrs / @mitchy-marns / @mitchymarnsy / @mmmlatta / @mo-gardiner / @moriellly / @moriellymolove / @motoleafs / @mrazzy / @mvpleleafs / @mvtchmarner / @mybbynylander / @mystupidlovesongs / @nazem-kadream / @nazemkadri / @nevmar / @nhl-canes / @nhloffseason / @niederreiter22 / @nkadri / @nohappinessleague / @nolan-hatrick / @nolanjamespatrick / @nolannpatrick / @noseriouslythisis / @notbuddies / @nugentthopkins / @n-ylander / @nylanderr / @nyland3r / @nymarnthews / @ohmygoshhockey / @ohmy-hockeyplayers / @ohmymarner / @oilersluv / @onhomeice / @ottermcdavid / @panic-at-the-goalline / @paraykhoe / @pastasmynood / @pavszacha / @penaltyboxprincess / @pernellkarl / @phatrickmaroon / @philadelphiaflyernolanpatrick / @phoenixcoyotes / @pillsburymcavoy / @pksuburban / @ptuukkadactyl / @puckfucker / @puckheads / @puckinghawkey / @pucking-willy / @puckstars / @puckslut34 / @quaider / @radicalradek / @rangers-of-newyork / @raskbrothas / @riellymo / @rightwingwilson / @rnarner / @ryan-macdount / @ryannugentpumpkins

S – Z

@saarijaervis / @saintpatrice / @savnasser / @sheary / @seanmcnahans / @sixteenthirtyfour / @skjeidy-bitch / @skjeiwhat / @sleepy-leafs / @smileyboymarner / @snarkylarky / @sodunwithhockeyfeels / @softauston / @softmarner / @spookylatta / @spookymarner / @starscapsleafs / @stepmom / @sunshinestromer / @sweetbbkuch / @takeitoff-leafs / @thealidoyle / @thegirlwhocriedsass / @theleafssuck / @theseleafsarealrightfam / @theoneandonlyzoe / @theseleafsarealright / @thirtyfours / @timomeier28 / @tomashrtls / @toothlessburns / @toronthoes / @torontomaplebros / @torontomaplegardens / @torontos / @travisdermott / @travlskonecny / @ttoronto2colorado / @turnshitoff / @tylersequin91 / @tysbarrie / @tyseguinbae / @tysonbarries / @unfriendlyspidey / @wannabepuckslut / @wennbergbabe / @werenskis / @werenzki / @whatcha-skjei / @whentheworldsleeps23 / @williamnylandersthighs / @willynylanders / @wllmnylndr / @wonthetrade / @yahadmeathockey / @yannigovrde / @yotes4life / @zaitsy / @zetterbeard

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i know everyone just heard ‘adam birkholtz has sisters’ and ran with the little sister headcanons and i love them all but also what if adam birkholtz was the baby of the family???? hmmm???

(thanks @kantperson and @tictacbergerac for letting me rant abt this on twitter)

LEAH, age 32, surgical resident

  • bc she’s so much older than holster she’s like a really weird sister/aunt/mom hybrid and adam LOVES HER. 
    • simultaneously So Cool and A Giant Nerd
    • saw holster’s snaps of getting high watching the golden girls and was like “ADAM >:(”
  • their parents are real :/// because leah never really dated and she ~should be thinking of settling down~ and then the other birkholtz children will be like: “hey ur kid is literally a brain surgeon could u maybe not??”
    • (leah is gay? maybe? but she’s focusing on her career and can’t really be fucked abt it tbh)
  • (leah’s siblings watch A LOT of grey’s anatomy. they call her mcdreamy and she HATES it and they will NEVER KNOW that christina yang made her decide to go to med school)
  • leah hears adam’s stories about ‘his bro ransom’ and just kind of sideeyes her phone.
    • “adam. adam honey. that’s gay”
    • “YOU’RE GAY”
    • “uh.”
    • “my friend shitty says i gotta let u come out at your own pace but is there somethin u wanna tell me?”

DELIA, age 29, resident nurse

  • she and leah are best fucking friends ever
    • (delia is the only one who knows abt leah’s monster crush on christina yang and she knows this bc they watched her last episode together and cried)
    • they work at the same hospital. the patients love them but they get REALLY CONFUSED bc someone will tell them “dr. birkholtz” is gonna treat them and they’ll be like “wait u mean delia? she was just in here she brought me this afghan?”
  • delia crochets like a motherfucking boss. she makes sweaters appear the way bitty cranks out pies. eric bittle, from GEORGIA, thanks god every day for delia’s blankets that are just everywhere in the haus
    • holster just casually gives people his scarf/hat and will be like “keep it dude. i have five more at home and i’m expecting a care package next month”
  • delia has been dating the same guy since high school and they’re engaged. holster gave this dude the shovel speech ten years ago. he still had fucking braces and delia can’t wait for leah to tell the story at the wedding.
  • holster and delia aren’t actually that close but they have an unspoken ‘i would absolutely die for you’ bond.
    • when holster’s home, they watch bad sitcoms together. specifically, ones cancelled in their first or second seasons. they compare notes re: whether or not they deserved to be canceled and how they might have been saved

MURIEL, age 26, personal trainer and professional hockey

  • muriel and holster are tight. it’s 50% a being-the-closest-in-age thing and 50% a diehard bond of hockey love.
  • the family joke is that it’s a good thing holster’s a boy bc obviously their parents were scraping the bottom of the barrel of girls’ names
    • (insert trans holster hc here)
  • muriel took ice skating lessons from ages 4-6, and when holster turned 4 and started learning baby hockey basics, muriel defected
    • muriel is a goalie. muriel is six feet tall and 190 pounds. muriel could end your life and you would thank her.
  • she left for college the same year holster left home to play in juniors. it was fucking awful and she transferred her sophomore year to be closer to his billet family.
  • she may or may not be a Jack Zimmermann Puck Bunny tm
    • (when holster told her abt samwell, she was like !!!!!!!. holster was NOT HAPPY.)
    • she helped him move into the haus and met jack for the first time and her entire brain stopped working.
    • literally she was carrying a giant tub of holster’s whey protein and she just. stood there staring at jack. like a NERD.
    • holster and shitty were there. a smh tradition was born.
    • her teammates call her murray because they love her
    • shitty has season tickets. he skypes holster from every single game. they cry a lot.
  • after she won the isobel cup she brought it down to samwell and was like ‘,:) are u intimidated gentlemen?
    • (she immediately became a fucking nerd again bc jack was there and asked for her autograph)
    • “ADAM STFU”
    • “PLSEAS??? I’LL SHAVE!!!!!”
    • “ADAM I H9 U”

ADAM, age 24, econ student

  • has really fucking awesome sisters
  • is the undisputed spoiled brat baby of the family

Ok but Laurent getting his long hair done up in elaborate braids for ceremonial events, and Damen getting really jealous of the servant who gets to do his hair.

Like he just glares at them the whole time. Thinking how dare they get to touch Laurents hair, and just being weirdly jealous.

Laurent thinks it’s hilarious and teases him endlessly about it.
But also he lets Damen take the braids out at night and brush his hair, cause it just makes Damen super happy.

Ok but then Damen also pulling one of the servants who does Laurent’s hair aside and having them teach him to braid.

He doesn’t tell Laurent that he’s getting lessons either, and one day before a banquet Laurent is waiting for someone to do his hair.

And Damen just sits down behind him saying he’s gonna do it this time.

Laurent being super confused by this and also a little anxious cause the event tonight is important and he has to look perfect. But he just raises and eyebrow at Damen and lets him do it. Cause he TRUSTS Damen not to make him go to the event with his hair a mess.

So Damen does his hair and it turns out perfect and he’s just so proud of himself???
Kinda of like a puppy that shifts back and fourth a lot cause they’re so excited and happy about something???

And Laurent can’t even suppress his fond smile cause his Barbarian is the sweetest and he just feels really loved and cared for. So he just turns and kisses him softly, before they turn to go to the banquet.

Of course from them on Damen is the one who does Laurent’s hair whenever he’s around, and he still brushes it out at night.

Ok so this was longer than I meant to make it but Damen being obsessed with Laurents hair and not wanting other people to touch it.

Bread and Salt

Originally posted by haedall

Alfie Solomons x Reader

Request: Hey! Can I request a reader x Alfie fic where the reader is on a date or just about to go out on a date, and Alfie calls/shows up pretending with a fake emergency or pretending to need something to get the reader away from her date because he likes her but hasn’t told her and is jealous/protective? Thanks ✨💕

A/N: Requests are still open!

Y/N was placing her pearl earrings in as she heard a knock at her door. Her penciled in brows furrowed as she looked at the clock. James wasn’t supposed to be there for another half hour. With a heavy sigh she pinned her last curl up to set. She got up, her heels clicking across the floor to the door. She cracked it, still locked with the chain, and peaked her head through. Oli stood on the other side, hands held behind his back.

“Boss needs ya,”

“I can’t. I have plans tonight,” Y/N went to shut the door, rolling her lined eyes, but he quickly held his hand out.

“You know how he is, Y/N. He calls, you answer.”

“What could he possibly want with me on a Tuesday night?”

“He just said to come collect you,”

“Well, you can tell him to come get me himself. It’s my night off and I have plans.” She slammed the door in poor Oli’s face. Y/N stomped back to her dressing table. Y/N pinched her cheeks, giving herself a lively flush, then finished off with some lipstick.

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hwang minhyun as your boyfriend

nu’est boyfriends 1/5
wanna one boyfriends 11/11

  • honestly if you’re dating this absolute angel how are you even alive
  • if you managed to get close to minhyun grab him and never let him go because he’s like the best thing out there
  • minhyun is kind of straight-forward, incredibly honest and awfully caring so once he falls for you he’s gonna do everything he can to make you happy
  • whenever he looks at you like that he makes you feel like the most beautiful girl in the entire world and to him you are
  • honestly his eyes are quite literally the window to his soul
  • he doesn’t make a big deal out of hiding his emotions because he really wants you to know how he feels every single minute
  • on the flip-side that means that he doesn’t put his feelings into words a lot
  • compliments are very much a thing however
  • maybe you’re just getting dressed and minhyun will come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and gently kiss your shoulder before whispering soft words of appreciation into your ear
  • “you manage to take my breath away so easily”
  • “you are too good for me, how do i deserve you”
  • “you have the prettiest eyes i’ve ever seen”
  • he actually tends to gets a little flustered whenever you compliment him in return
  • and then maybe the two of you start arguing about who’s most beautiful out of the two of you
  • deep down minhyun is a hopeless romantic so expect a lot of flowers, sweet and thoughtful gifts and unusual but cute dates
  • holds your hand in public
  • remembers the little things about you
  • like even if you’ve just mentioned it once or twice he’ll remember your favorite colour or whether you prefer your bedsheets to be cotton or silk
  • just a soft gentleman all around
  • basically the two of you seem like a very mature couple in public but
  • as soon as you get home
  • y’all are literally sprawled out across the rug in front of the tv, munching on some snacks and playfully tickling each other’s neck
  • cue the tickle fights
  • minhyun actually has a very cuddly and low-key clingy side to him that shows whenever he’s with people that he’s comfortable with
  • so he’ll rest his head in your lap and stare up at you in awe
  • at some point you’ll become annoyed because he’s distracting you from your favorite tv show
  • “oh god what do you w a n t minhyun”
  • “i just wanted to look at you for a while but to be honest you’re so pretty i just want to kiss you now”
  • so then you roll your eyes and lean down to softly peck his lips
  • but boy he ain’t having none of that
  • he swiftly places his hand on the back of your neck to prevent you from moving away and starts kissing you a little more deeply
  • minhyun really knows how to kiss tbh wow
  • and he also really likes it when you playfully nip at his lips once in a while
  • and maybe y’all end up abandoning your tv show entirely
  • honestly you’re gonna make every single person in the world jealous because i’m still waiting for someone to tell me they wouldn’t like a piece of hwang minhyun