i am in love with him you cant stop me

I’m afraid to tell you that I miss you because I know you won’t say it back.
—  💜

“Oh I swim pretty boy.”



Jimin // Taehyung // Yoongi // Hoseok // Seokjin // Namjoon

life with jungkook as your boyfriend would include

  • having this sexy piece of ass to look at everyday
  • i mean come on 
  • if he isn’t your bias, he’s your bias wrecker don’t even fight me on this
  • because he’s so tall, he’d always be the one helping you reach things
  • giving you piggybacks
  • lifting you up bridal style easily bc he’s buff af
  • you get to wear all of his white tshirts
  • but don’t touch tshirt #28, that’s his special one

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anonymous asked:

so i dont particularly listen to shinee but recently ive found myself looking up videos of interviews and stuff theyve done cause they seem pretty cool...... and then up pops a video titled kim kibum bonnie and clyde......... then another called key born to shine............ and i am sinning so hard over this dude and i cant stop rewatching these vids and feeling so goddamn subby for him just help me please i am quickly falling into kim kibum hell and dont want to slow down

oh anonie

Originally posted by painkiipain

you’re going through exactly what I went through

Originally posted by keybumforme

and let me tell you

Originally posted by celes-tae

there’s no slowing down, it’s a downhill spiral from here

Originally posted by shinee-who

that boy is dom and would love to put you in your place

Originally posted by celes-tae

bonus: rude kibum with rude jonghyun

Red, The Blood of Angry Men

Hi I was wondering if you could write a fic of newt x reader? The reader is a metamorphagi and show her emotions through her hair. So when she sees newt for the first time her hair changes from her normal black hair to a deep red because she finds newt to be attractive. And newt finds it cute idk somewhere along the line lol

I love color theory and this was so fun to write!

“Y/N! WAKE UP, IT’S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!” Your best friend yelled in your ear. 

“Mm, 5 more minutes, please” you plead, rolling over in your bed. 

“You’re going to miss care of magical creatures,” they singsong in your ears. You jolt awake 

“I’M READY!” Your friend laughs as you tumble out of bed. 

You quickly run to the bathroom and fix yourself up in the mirror, your hair is a bright orange which shocked you a little. You walk out of the bathroom and your friend bursts out in laughter. 

“What’s so funny?” you ask, 

“Y-You l-look l-l-like an o-orange” they laugh out. 

You roll your eyes and drag them to the great hall. On the way, your hair turns back to black, your normal hair color. You silently breathe a sigh of relief. You admit being a metamorphagi is fun at times, like pranking people, but it’s a big hassle when your emotions are on display for everyone to see. 

Luckily, not everyone knows what each color means, so most don’t actually know what each emotion means. You ate breakfast quickly, wanting to get ready for Care of Magical Creatures. It was your third year which meant you were allowed to take it. You absolutely adored creatures, the tips of your hair turned a gold yellow just thinking about it. 

You ran back to your dorm and grabbed all the books you need and a few extra, just in case. You made your way to class early and waited outside the classroom, eager to start class. Your standing peacefully when you hear a loud crash and some running. 


That voice was definitely not the professor, it sounded like a young boy instead. Your hair started turning a little purple out of curiosity. You opened the door and saw a brown-haired boy chasing around a niffler. The niffler saw the open door and scurried towards you, you quickly scooped it up and held it in your arms. 

“Now, what do you think you’re doing?” you question the niffler with a playful tone. 

The boy stops in front if you, his hair was floppy and messy, his tie was undone and around his neck, he had his wand behind his ear and his white button up was ruffled and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. You stared at the boy, admiring his freckles and the dirt on his nose. 

“Um, excuse me, but you’re holding my niffler,” the voice snapped you out of your thoughts. 

How could you forget about the little troublemaker in your arms? You looked down and saw it all cuddled up in your arms. “Oh right, so sorry,” you apologize, handing the niffler to the boy, the niffler looks back at you with a sad expression.

You giggle and pull a coin from your pocket and hand it to the niffler who happily stuffed it in its pouch. When you looked up the boy was staring at you wide-eyed. 

“Um, can I help you?” you ask, feeling a little self-conscious.

“Oh sorry, forgive my staring but, your hair just turned from black to red,” he said with a hint of shock in his voice. 

Great, this cute boy thinks I’m weird because my hair changes color, stupid me being a metamorphagi. 

“I don’t think you’re weird, I think you’re amazing,” he whispers in awe. 

Oops, you thought out loud again, your face turned red to match your hair. 

“So, um, what are you doing in here without professor supervision?” you question, trying to change the subject. 

“Oh, I come here a lot, you know, I annoy people,” his head turned away for a split second, “And animals are much better comfort in my opinion.” he turned and went back to put the niffler in its burrow. 

“By the way, how did you know that the Niffler liked shiny objects?” He asked while walking to the bowtruckles. 

“I love magical creatures, I’ve always found them interesting. I was so overjoyed when I got enrolled in this class that I came early,” you reply excitedly. 

He smiles at you, noticing your hair growing golden tips on your still deep red hair. 

“What’s your name? I’m Newt Scamander, ” he says as he holds out his hand. 

“I’m Y/n L/n, pleasure to meet you Newt,” you take his hand and shake it, a little longer than needed in all honesty. People started to walk in and take their seats including your friends. 

“Well, I better let you go off with your friends. Nice meeting you, Y/n!” he said, turning back to the bowtruckles. You turned around and saw your friends deep in conversation. You sigh and turned back to Newt, 

“Actually, I think I’d rather stay with you, if you don’t mind?” you ask. His back was turned but you could see he was grinning. 

“Of course I don’t mind, I’d love to be your partner,” he winced a little after speaking but it only made you giggle. 

“By the way, I did some research on Metamorphagi a couple of years ago. I was in the library and found a book on special abilites some wizards have. If I remember correctly, bright red means anger and dark read means um love. Am I correct?” He sheepishly asks. You start to blush and fidget with your hands before answering him. 

“Yes, that could be correct,” you confess, wanting to disappear at that moment. 

“Well, I think red is a lovely color on you, Y/n,” he gives you a smile that makes your hair turn red again. 

“Damn you, Scamander” you playfully roll your eyes and walk to a table. 

You notice the tips of your hair turning gold again. Let’s just say you were very excited for this class. 

I cant stop singing Red and Black from Les Miserable. Help me, or dont I love les amis so much

and she said it, not out of anger nor out of jealousy, but out of hope for the future and faith that maybe this was how it was meant to be. she said it in a way that made him shiver from the impact because of the tension vibrating through her words and the lightness in how she carried herself as she stood there before him with wide eyes, heavy breath, and nervous fingers.

she said, “i know that sometimes things dont go the way we wish they can and sometimes we have to let fate takes its own course and we shouldnt interfere with how destiny plays out but i wonder sometimes whether or not if it will ever hurt to take the left road rather than the right”.

she told him, “you remind me of someone i once knew - someone who was afraid to speak their mind. someone who was scared of authority. someone who never knew what to do with the power that they were given. you remind me of someone i once knew a long time ago. someone who just wanted to fit in. someone who wanted to be everyone's best friend - someone who just wants people to love them”.

she then continued, “and the problem with that is that you find yourself crowded with people who smile at you and say they love you and that they like your hair but they only say it because they truly dont know you for who you really are. and that is not your fault. they just never took the time to sit down and ask your favorite color or your perceptions on life”.

she looks down and whispered, “and i am sorry that you got so blinded by that and that you could no longer distinguish who was really there for you and that you could not know the difference between real love or pretend care. i am sorry that you got sidetracked and you found yourself locked in an empty room - hoping your ‘friends’ wont hear your sobs through the wall”.

she said, “i love you. i really do. i love you so much but i am sorry that it had come to this. i am sorry you had to learn the hard way. i am sorry you lost yourself in the process. i am sorry that you forgot where you came from and who you really are. i am sorry”.

and her hand was on the door, her tears were being held back, and her voice was fragile as she gave him her last words, “maybe fate is bullshit. maybe destiny is just some girl that plays with her dolls a little too much. maybe this 'meant to be’ shit is bogus. i dont know. but i do know that i pray you find your way. i hope that one day you realize what you had. not because i want you to feel guilty about letting it slip away but because i want you to realize that you are worth so much. you are worth everything to me”.

—  JB // i am sorry that i write about you so much and that you are laced into every word that i type and i am sorry that i cant stop thinking about you or that you have become this fictional character in my head and you are no longer the prince charming that saves me from a burning castle. i am sorry.
  • Will Graham: Hannibal is the literal worst. he's absolute garbage and deserves the worst life has to offer.
  • someone that is not Will Graham: Yeah I can see your point, he's a really terrible person and has done awful things to you and so many others. He deserves to die alone in a prison cell.
  • Will Graham: Excuse me but how dare you??? He is the absolute light of my life? the other garbage half to my filthy soul?? He is my literal murder husband??? Only I am allowed to talk shit on him. I will literally stab you in the abdomen and feed your organs to him if you slander the name of the man I love ever again

so ive been watching an anime called cardfight vanguard and. its actually really good? but more importantly look. at. this. cute. this is the main character, aichi sendou, and he is so cute and shy and easily embarrassed and AAAAA
so yes, i plan to kink him right the fuck up. i am going to stuff him past his limits and make him burp in embarrassing situations and you cant stop me. if anyone else watches this, i would love some suggestions ;)

Kiss me.


I have been living in Alexandria since the beginning of all this.
I never had to kill a walker or even come close to one.
Not even held a weapon with me.
That changed when Rick and his group came.

Everything changed and to be honest i felt much safer.
They knew how to survive, how to kill those things.
Weeks went by and they started to settle in.
Unless one guy, Daryl.
He didn’t seem to like it here so I decided to talk to him.

“Hello, I’m (y/n)” i say shyly while giving him a sweet smile.

He looked me up and down.

“Daryl.” He said in a low grunt.
The tension between us was very uneasy.

“I really like your bike, how did you get it?” I asked curiously.

“Aint yer damn business.” He snarled at me.
I took a step back cause honestly he scared me a little.
He wasn’t the talking guy, got it.
I was just standing there next to him looking left and right thinking wether to run away or to keep talking to him.
Then it hit me.

“I noticed you’re good with a gun.”

Daryl his eyes were looking right trough me.
Shit, i said something wrong.

“Yeh, got anythin’ against tha’?”

“Euh.. N-no ofcourse not.” I stuttered.

“I-i was just w-wondering if you could, you know… T-teach me?”
I prepared myself to be snarled at or even yelled.

“Ya wanna learn how ta shoot a gun?” Suprise clearly in his voice.

“Yes.” I said trying to sound confident.
I clearly failed.
I saw Daryl looking at Carol, and she gave him a smile and a nod.
Daryl sighed.

“Fine, tomorrow. Meet me at the gate.” And with that, he walked away towards Carol and the rest of his group.
A smile crept on my face.
I think im getting trough his shell.

The next morning i woke up at sunrise.
Deciding to take shower, i want to make a good impression on Daryl.
I start the shower and strip down my clothes.
Something about this Daryl guy makes me want to know him.
Maybe it is his mysterious looks, his blue eyes or the way he walks.

I get out of the shower and put on a grey skinny jeans that has a few holes here and there, and a black tank top.
While walking down the stairs i put my (y/h/c) hair in a high pony tail.

The morning went by fast i helped people that needed help here and there.
Until i see Daryl standing by the gate.
I get excited because it must be time to go meet him.
I see that he is talking to Carol, she pats him on the shoulder as she sees me approaching.

“Ya ready?” Daryl asks.
Before i can answer Carol grabs my arm.

“Ofcourse she is.” She says with the sweetest smile.
Daryl nods at me and i nod back, letting him know i am indeed ready to go.
He takes me to an open place on the woods and places some empty cans on a tree stump.

“So..” I say, wanting to start a conversation.
I get cut short out of my toughts by Daryl who hands me a gun.
I look at it confused.

“I.. I have no clue how to use this.”
Daryl gives me a small chuckle.

“I know.” He says as he takes his place behind me.
He shows me how to hold it and how to aim.
Hours seem to go by and i shot maybe 2 cans out of 6.
We both decide its time to head back to Alexandria since the sun is beginning to set.

Months go by and Daryl and i seem to get closer with eachother.
He seems to open up to me.
And i’ve been getting better at shooting with a gun.
Rick asked Daryl to go out on a run together with Abraham.

“Come on Daryl, why dont you let me go with you?” I complain.

“Cause i said so!” He says with his voice slightly raised.

“I’ve been better with a gun and i’ve killed walker with a knife, PLUS you and Abraham will be there if something goes wrong.”

“What ‘bout 'no’ dont ya get girl!” He yells at me.

“I just want to help Daryl! I wanna know how to survive like you, how am i going to live if something goes wrong here?! Why are you so damn over protective about me!” I yell back at him.
Instantly regretting the last part i said.

“Cause i love ya (y/n)!” He says as he grabs his leather jacket in his hand.
I cant say anything i’m taking back by what he said.
He.. He loves me?

“I don’t want ya to get hurt or worse: killed! Stop asking me if ya can go on a run! I wouldn’t be able to handle the guilt if anything happend to ya!” He says as he grabs his leather jacket tighter in his hand when he realizes that he just admitted his feelings towards me.

“Kiss me.” I whisper, looking him in the eyes.
A few seconds pass when Daryl suddenly drops his jacket and closes the space between us very fast.
His hands are on my cheeks, the kiss very soft yet passionate.

After a minute or two he pulls away and rests his forehead on mine.
Both trying to steady our breaths.

“I love you too.” I say with a small laugh.

I hope you enjoyed, feel free to follow/request/feedback.
Much love! :D

anonymous asked:

im 190% smack bang certain that joshua has a huge oral fixation kink and i cant stop imagining sub!joshua just fucking loving it when you put your fingers in his mouth or make him suck on a sex toy or something witb like a cute pink collar on or him on his knees while hes getting fingered or fucked and he's just sucking on his fingers and droolimg becayse he fucking loves it oh my GOD joshua isnt even my bias what the fuck i need to sit the fuck down why am i such a hoe for sub!josh kill me

Originally posted by usedpimpa

A Letter ( Draco x Reader)

Description: Christmas break and you are having a rough time with your parents when a letter from Draco cheers you up. Taken from my wattpad, cutesneeze

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: ?

( Author’s note: Completely random half-ass chapter  that I apologise for, this is just to let everyone know I’m not dead.)

“He’s no good, I forbid it! A Malfoy is nothing but trouble,”

My father’s words from earlier resonate in my mind.

“You can’t stop me.”

I had said firmly but I had sounded full of doubt.

“The day you date Draco Malfoy is the day I die,”

My father’s reply had made me storm out of the house and into the snowy street with no jacket.

I stomp on the snow as I trudge my way along the street with no particular destination in mind, my only goal being to burn of the anger that radiates from my skin.

Who was he to tell me who I can and cannot date.

He’s never met Draco! His thoughts most likely come from my brother who apparently can’’t keep his obnoxiously large nose out of my love life and has to go spew it to dad as soon we arrive home from the train station.

I come to a stop when I realise I have walked too far and am about to get lost, so I turn back and begin my cold walk home.

When I walk through the front door again the house is quiet apart from the muffled chatter coming from the TV. So  I decide to just tiptoe up the stairs.

When I get into my room I am shivering from my angry walk in the snow and as I am about to grab a jumper I notice a pale green envelope on my window sill.

My heart jumps in excitement and I flutter over to the envelope, all anger from early dissolving and replaced with curiosity.

I nimbly open the envelope with care and it reads,

Dear (Y/n)

I forgot to tell you that I was interrogated by your brother at the train station about our relationship.

No doubt you have gotten a telling from your father about it.

I assume that your father objects to this, as does mine, but I just thought I should tell you that no matter what our parents believe, we can make this work.

I really love you and not even my father can stop me from loving you.

I hope you feel the same.



My tingling fingers follow the words on the paper, I touch them gently in the fear that too much force will make them  lose meaning,

Although I know that I cant send a reply  due to the fact that my owl is too ill to fly recently ,my lips curl into a smile at the words.

“I love you too, Draco,"I whisper, knowing quite well that he wont hear but hope they reach him somehow, after all , I am magic.

ok i just had to rant about this for a while:


my boy is so badly treated and so hated but poor baby hasn’t done anything wrong he tried his best doing what’s best for everyone and protect everyone but still y’all denying all the good in him + his efforts to keep everyone safe and happy. 

this poor baby boy wants to keep his friends and the people he cares about healthy safe and happy but yet he gets slandered and hated on?? i’ve said this but he tried his best he never meant to do anything that would hurt anyone.

what has he ever done wrong he’s the softest person in the game can you all believe.

i just want to express my love for this man he is the absolute sunshine and he deserves happiness and i wish everyone did him better and showed him the love he deserves. 

he lost the love of his life the one that made him the happiest he was the one hurting the most because he knew everything and he tried to prevent it all i swear i’m tearing up i don’t think he deserves all of this.

for the ones who haven’t gone through secret 1 and 2 i advise you to stop reading.

man that was just one hell of a ride for me especially since i love him so much i cant believe this is the end they gave him he deserved so much more he was the one that deserved to live a happy life he did not deserve THAT. i am still a WHACK and completely devastated that it ended that way my precious boy.

i want to end this by reminding y’all how beautiful he is and how honest and his kindness without limits and how brave and strong he is to go through all of that it’s just absolutely insane and just all the qualities would take too much to even recite. please give him the love he deserves please hype him up. my boy the love of my life great thanks y’all and hopefully he gets his own route and i can continue living without torturing myself.

that was it.

anonymous asked:

For the Silas wearing a hoodie drawing a while back, initially all I saw was the word divorce and Silas shopping and looking up. And now I cant get the image of single dad Silas shopping for dinner for him and Sophie and seeing single mum Kamui (or just Kamui? Kana comes later ;) ) and he's just kinda breathless. Like who is this? she's gorgeous. Also little Sophie really wanting to eat and tugging at her dads sleeve until he just kinda stops phasing out. Kamui whos noticed giggles as she passes



ive doodling more in the margins of my notes instead of digitally this past week. ive got 3 weeks til the end of the semester and school’s got me BALL AND CHAINED! enjoy these mindless beatles doodles :’^)

one of em is reffed from this, i looked at it and couldnt stop laughing, paul and ringo usually roomed together and once they put a timer on a camera and tried to take a selfie together but it just ended up really awkward haahah adorable…

angarxs  asked:

Did any of you ever earn an embarassing nickname?~

( Most of these are the ones I though of (◑◡◑) )

Shu: A embarrassing nickname? Hmm..maybe “Shu-Boo” I suppose that’s embarrassing.

Reiji: Definitely, “Rei-Rei or Ji-Ji”. Just please, call me Reiji.

Ayato: Ore-sama thinks thinks that any nickname is cool for me!

Shu: What about when you were little and people called you “Yatti” or “Tiny tomato baby”

Ayato: Shu…I thought you wouldn’t tell anyone….

Kanato: “Kana-chan” it sounds too feminine I don’t really like it!

Laito: “bastard-chan”. It doesn’t work that way at all.

Subaru: Suba-baby. I just ugh dammit! 

Ruki: Supposedly, “Kiki”. I only allow children to call me that.

Kou: “Koukounut” I am not a “coconut”

Yuma: “Yummy Yuma” YOU CANT EAT ME!

Azusa: Ah..I don’t really……. consider “Zuzu-baby”…that embarrassing….



I sat there, in the restaurant for three hours, waiting for Justin. I sigh and place my napkin on the table, I walk over to the to the cashier. “Hello, how was your evening?” She smiles, giving me my check. I flash a weak smile and had her the money.

I got into my car and slam my hands on the steering wheel, “I fucking hate him! That’s it I am so done!” I say, starting the car. I pull out of the parking out, with millions of paparazzi around my car.

I feel myself crying as I drive down our street, the lights were on at our house. I slowly pull into the gate, and park the car. I took in a sigh and open the front door.

There was no one here, I roll my eyes and take off my heals. I hear laugher coming from upstairs, not Justin’s but a girls. I close my eyes and feel the tears stream down, I couldn’t bring myself to go upstairs. But I had to, I wipe under my eye.

I walk upstairs, and open the bedroom door, my eyes were close. I hear a scream then some one jump off the bed, I nod my head sarcastically, “Justin? How could you?” I open my eyes, he was covering himself while Selena searches for her clothes.

“I am so sorry Y/N! He said you two were over.” Selena pulls down her shirt, I open my mouth in shock, Justin puts on his pants. Selena looks at Justin, “Don’t ever talk to me again. I am so sorry Y/N.” Selena scoffs and walks out the door.

I sat down on the chair and put my head in my hands, Justin kneed down in front of me, Y/N baby.“ He mumbles taking my hands. I pull them away.

"No! Justin how could you? I thought you loved me! 3 years Justin! 3 FUCKING YEARS! I wasted on you, you never loved me! And you never will! All those ‘late nights’ at the studio were lies, you are nothing but a liar and a cheater!” I stand up and throw everything in my way. Justin grabs my arm, and pulls me into a kiss, I didn’t kiss back.

I pull away, “No! Justin, get the hell off of me! Why would you do that? I thought you loved me!? Clearly you don’t, but whatever, I will have my stuff out by tomorrow!” I laugh, Justin grabs my arm.

“Please, don’t leave! You cant leave me, I am sorry! It was a mistake, why cant you see that? You make mistakes all the fucking time! The one time I make one you wanna leave, I am sorry! What else do you want me to do? I love you! It was a mistake, please don’t leave. I cant lose you Y/N, I love you so much.” He says, I watch tears roll down his cheeks. I knew he meant it, but he cheated. I cant forgive that.

I sigh and grab his hand, “Justin, I know you love me but I think we should take a break.” He shook his head, pulling me into a hug. I feel his tears on my shoulder, “Justin, come on. Its gonna be okay, please.”

He held me tighter, “No! Stop calling me that! You always call me 'baby’! I am your baby!” I sigh and wrap my arms around my neck, I kiss his cheek making him let go of me, I pull away. He sighs and falls to the floor, “Please Y/N! Stay with me, I am sorry.”

I shook my head, “No, I am leaving. You cheated on me and told Selena that we were over! You clearly want us to be over. You don’t love me, you never did! You used me, I was just a replacement until you got back together with Selena! You talk about her 24/7, I should have known! 3 years Justin Bieber! 3 years of my life wasted on you! You don’t deserve me!”

Justin stood up and nods his head, “You don’t really mean that do you Y/N? I do love you! I am sorry! Please, you were there for me when no one else was. I will die without you, I will not stop until you say you are staying. I would do anything to keep you, I’m here fighting for you, I get that I had made mistakes but I thought you had forgiven me. I don’t know what I am supposed to do, to show you that I love you. I love you and only you, I am so in love with you and it will always be you. Please Y/N don’t leave me, I am so sorry. I know I fucked up big up time, but it has always been me and you. I will stop at nothing until you know how sorry I am, what else do you want me to say?” He grabs my hand, after he said that I was putty in his hands, I smile and lean my head on his.

“Justin, I need time to think.” I sigh, letting go of his hands. I start walk downstairs, I hear Justin walking after me. I grab my bag and jacket. I put on my heals,“ I will call you before I go to sleep. Goodnight, I hope you have a good sleep.”

“One more thing, before you leave, I love you so much! Please text me when you get home.” He opens the door and clears his throat, I smile and nod.

“I love you too!”