i do believe in me

ACOTAR Fandom Problems

Do you ever just lie awake at night at 3am, or wake up suddenly, or catch yourself remembering when you’re supposed to be working that out there, lurking in the shadows of AO3, is a fanfiction labeled:

Bone Carver/Azriel.

Because I do. I do, and one day, I shall read it. One day, my day shall come. And when it does, I hope you shall all remember that I died as I lived: For The Crack, and nothing but The Crack.

Get to Know Me Tag

As always thank you @byungjoo for the tag!

Rules: Answer 30 questions then tag 20 Blogs 

Nicknames: Mainly Bella & Bellz. My sister calls me a bunch of different shit, like Gaby & Gabrielle. My boyfriend’s family (&sometimes my boyfriend) calls me güera 
Gender: Female
Star sign: Libra
Height: Last time I checked around 5′5″
Time: 10:33pm
Birthday: October 10th
Favorite bands: Kpop - Topp Dogg, BTS, EXO, MXM. Non kpop - Streetlight Manifesto, Brockhampton (srsly so good check them out), Circa Survive
Favorite solo artists: Agust D, Post Malone, Kendrick Lamar, Daniel Caesar, Frank Ocean, Childish Gambino, Kid Cudi
Song stuck in my head: Kaleidoscope Dream by Miguel because of that ask and My I by Seventeen
Last movie I watched: I think it was some random scary movie with my best friend? I don’t remember the name, we always watch random horror movies on Netflix.
Last show I watched: Steven Universe I think
When did I create my blog: May 12th
What do I post: Topp Dogg (current & former members), JBJ, & some personal stuff
Last thing googled: Hotshot
Do you have other blogs: I have my personal one @liltacobellz which is mainly BTS, a lil topp dogg, MXM, yuehua sprouts, EXO, JBJ, Wanna One, and occasionally some anime/animal crossing. 
Do you get asks: I do! I love y’all~
Why did you chose your URL: because
Following: 111 (I’m literally trash, I never follow people I’m sorry. I’m trying to start following people back)
Followers: 633
Favorite colors: Yellow & Maroon 
Average hours of sleep: Depends. Some nights it’s 6, other nights it’s like 10.
Lucky number: 42
Instruments: I tried playing guitar but I sucked
What am I wearing: I’m literally trash right now, lol. Black basketball shorts, a black and white The Neighbourhood shirt, and socks with pizza slices on them.
How many blankets I sleep with: One~
Dream job: Wildlife conservationist 
Dream trip: Korea, Japan, or Germany
Favorite food: Sushi!
Nationality: American
Favorite song right now: Mic Drop - BTS

Literally realized I’ve already done this after finishing it but I’m still gonna post it because I put time into it so why not.
Tagging @lordkimhodu @xeros @turnup4toppdogg @bitemekpop @lapillity @headsupdipshitslove @christinelucka @probablynotapsycho @kpopfanstan @redrainbowsauce @seonhope @screaming-toppdogg @1991shinwoo @vanezamonroe @fishtaeils @azure-wing @wonbyun @d-oet @kindasyc-dogg & @wanna-oneboys but feel free to ignore this lol.

anonymous asked:

My issue or concern with tagging is for ppl who make gifsets basically (I hope that's OK for me to say) I don't want to go in the hookedit tag and see wish hook taking over the tag, I still want to find killian Jones gifsets. So I am hoping people come up with another tagging for their gifsets. (I have no problem what they use in reblogs on their own blog it's the tagging of gif makers I'm worried for, that I hope their is a new tag for wish hook)

Yup, I know what you mean. 

We had this in S5 when the Merlin fandom politely asked us to tag differently because our Merlin edits had taken over their usual tag. And everyone changed their tag to #ouatmerlinedit. I’m not sure why it’s such an issue for some people now.

And, for the record, I won’t be tagging Wish Hook in the hookedit tag, he’s getting wishhookedit. 

zen: i’m allergic to cats!

jumin: i’M aLlErGiC tO cAtS

jumin: her name is Elizabeth 3rd!

Seven: hEr NaMe iS eLiZaBeTh 3rD

jumin: you don’t understand the stress of running a company–

zen: yOu DoN’t UnDeRsTaNd tHe StReSs Of RuNnInG a CoMpAnY

zen: ah it’s such a curse to be this gorgeous~

yoosung: aH iT’s SuCh A cUrSe tO bE tHiS gOrGeOus

seven: i’m so jealous you get to play with elly~

jaehee: i’M sO jEaLoUs YoU gEt To PlAy WiTh ElLy

yoosung: rika is so amaing

mc: rIkA iS sO aMaZiNg

yoosung: my life is so hard

everyone: My LiFe Is So HaRd

I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:

“Dad…” 

Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.

“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 

The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.

“Did you want something?”

“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.

And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.

“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”

“I want my friends to come visit.”

Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”

“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”

Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 

“I see. For how long?”

“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”

Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”

I want my friends…friendshow often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 

“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”

Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”

Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”

“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”

“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”

“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”

“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”

Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 

Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 

Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.

“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”

kim taehyung is limited edition vinyls and hidden thrift shops. black and white pictures and jazz music. he’s late night adventures and 3am giggles while dancing in the middle of an empty street. mischievous schemes and inside jokes that only you two can understand. he’s rain kisses after sneaking out of a formal party and random beach outings that leave you breathless from all the laughters. he’s the melting ice cream that drips down the palm of your hand and the cotton candy that makes your fingers sticky. kim taehyung is the summer love everyone wants to have and the heartbreak that no one could really ever move on from. 

if you don’t think that akira and morgana have had at least one cat-to-owner bonding moment you’re lying to me and yourself