i don't really know what this is :p

Divide - as heard by me, Tumblr user live-laugh-ed.
  • Eraser: Coke will fuk u up. Don't do the drugs kidz.
  • Castle on the Hill: nostalgia is real. Growing up suckz, let's go watch a sunset dudes.
  • Dive: haha dive... more like dive right into that p*ssy. No really let's have the sex.
  • Shape of You: *gyrates hips into another dimension*
  • Perfect: darling just kiss (kill) me slow. no but really why am I single, where is my "dancing in the dark, barefoot on the grass"?
  • Galway Girl: I've got a huge Doritos & wine boner 4 u.
  • Happier: Man pain x 1000000
  • New Man: Ur new bf is a bleached a**hole
  • Heart Don't Break Around Here: (except mine) Why am I single? part 2.
  • What Do I Know?: Love is good, I think, maybe. who knows? I might be full of sh*t? But I'm sticking with it.
  • How Would You Feel(Paean): um this is getting repetitive but Why am I single? part 3. "How would you feel?" Dead, I feel dead inside.
  • Supermarket Flowers: *whispers softly* pls don't.
  • Barcelona: aye papi, mucho caliente daddy.
  • Bibia Be Ye Ye: *loses shoes* *loses keys* *throws up in cab* is this song about me?
  • Nancy Mulligan: Irish people doing Irish things and falling in Irish love.
  • Save Myself: save my soul from this pain.

@sukikobold I couldn’t find the reply to properly reply TO but here! 

Space dads need hugs too <3 

hey voltron legendary defender fans

if you reblog or post voltron art, fics, fic links, memes, text posts/chat posts… voltron anything really?? hmu 😊😊😊

my dash is a little lonely

Please let me know of your blogs by liking or reblogging this post, so I can follow you!

Originally posted by voltronlover

anonymous asked:

Question: About the Jikook Video, I have a question. Is there any evidence of the same sort for OTHER ships that completely denies Jikook? Or is there like evidence that denies Jikook in general? This is not comparing ships but falsification (you can google Karl Popper if you don't know what it is), because the evidence shook me too but I can't help but be skeptical ;p I just want to know for sure haha.

Thank you for this question! I never really thought about this before.

I’ll start off by saying, I only ever really look at Jikook moments as romantic, so even if there are some moments from other ships that might “deny” Jikook, I don’t see them that way. Jikook is the only ship I have ever actually thought might be romantic and that I am this invested in, so I am a little biased.

There are some moments from Yoon/min that could be perceived as romantic, especially the one on Yoongi’s birthday last year where Jimin said “you know” in reply to Yoongi’s question of what he got him. This made the Yoon/min fandom blow up because Yoongi replied “I know”, and it was really sweet and cute.

There’s also a few V/min and Tae/kook moments, like when there were reports (just recently) of Jimin sitting on Tae’s lap and the two of them tickling each others chins. Or how practically everyone in the fandom is convinced Tae/kook is real because they slept next to each other in a behind the scenes photo on Bon Voyage.

But after all these moments from other ships, I still think Jikook are the most realistic. It’s not in-your-face moments where they proclaim their love, it’s moments where you have to glance again and again to see what’s really happening.

Like the recent twitter video, where it sounds like Jungkook blows a kiss at Jimin and then says “My mo- my mochi.” in a soft, loving voice. It’s like the video I just analyzed where it seems almost too obvious Jimin is in that room (seriously I know for a fact that was Jimin’s voice saying “you scared me” and “pardon”). Or in 2015 during a birthday (I think Rap Mon’s) vlive where Jungkook rested his head on Jimin’s shoulder and Jimin had not-so-subtly widened his eyes and moved his head to get Jungkook off him (Jungkook glanced at the camera and took a whole step back, like BOY). It’s like at the 2015 mama awards where Tae said that Jimin was hanging out with Jungkook and then a year later its shown they were alone in a hotel room, and Jungkook was shirtless under his jacket (plus Jimin’s voice was raspy af).

I may be seeing things through only one point of view, but I truly do think the evidence for Jikook is just too real.

anonymous asked:

I wanna write a story for your Oc's just like a one shot or something. but I don't know if I'm allowed to or if you'd like it. Am I aloud to? cause I really love the zacues shipping.... is that what it's called?

OOOOOO my gosh!!!! d ude that would make me so happy holy cra p asflkj

if u want to please do !! i’d literally cry and be so happy for that ohmygosh

the one thing i wish is that i posted about all the babs more often so they’d be easier to tell their personalities and stuff laksdgj

as for ship name i h ave no clue omf . but heck they cute

Don't Mess With Pan's Lost Girl P.4

Warning: violence (not really but idk what triggers you), swearing, smut (ig kinda)

Word count: 1829

A/N: Ok I’m not so sure what you personally would say the definition of smut is but you know it’s something. I will get more extreme than this, I just didn’t want it to be all of a sudden sex, I want to have some fun with it first. Hope that’s all right.

Part 3: https://pan-imagines-ig.tumblr.com/post/155974598099/dont-mess-with-pans-lost-girl-p3


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By the time I figured out how I was going to get out of this damned cage, the sun had already gone down and all the boys were back. Felix took watch again and was standing quietly at his post, just outside the cage. I puffed out my cheeks and reached up under my corset and pulled out my tank top. I ripped off the bottom and stuffed the top back in my corset. I focused my attention on Felix making sure he didn’t turn around and catch me. Keeping my gaze on him I slowly backed up till I hit the cage and crouched down. My hand reached behind me and I blindly searched for the purple flower. Once I felt my searching finger graze against one I plucked it out of the ground and wrapped it in the black cloth.

“Hey Feeeliixx.” I said as I stood, I could just see the irritation building up in him, but he still turned to face me. I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes but locked eyes with me. I walked towards him holding his stare and my smirk grew into a cocky grin. When I reached the other side of the cage he licked his lips and I leaned against the bars. “I want to have some fun.” I whispered and leaned so close that my lips barely brushed against his. He inhaled deeply and moved back a bit. “I’m not falling for this, you’re staying in there till I’m told otherwise.” He said as his breathing increased and he stared at my lips. “Well you know there are a lot of things we could do without ever having to open the cage.” I said tilting my head and brushed my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes as I lightly scratched his head. His eyes then suddenly flew open and he stared me straight in the eye, “Screw it.” He said angrily and pressed his lip roughly against mine. For a moment I forgot all about my plan of escaping, my mind went fuzzy and was only focused on the movement of our lips. They moved in sync for a moment before his tongue licked my bottom lip, with out thinking my mouth opened. His tongue roamed every inch of my mouth and I let out a low moan. I tangled my fingers further into his hair as he deepened the kiss. He then pulled away just for a second, allowing us both to get a breath, before he pushed his lips to mine again. I grazed my teeth against his bottom lip causing him to let out a low groan. He put his arms through the bars and wrapped them around my waist pulling me as close to him as the cage would allow. He removed his lips from mine making me whimper and attached them to my neck sucking roughly, sure to leave a mark. I let out a gasp and he continued his assault on my neck, moving his way down to where my breasts were pushed up from the corset. He kissed them softly before nipping and sucking, leaving more love marks.

I opened my eyes, my head spinning in pleasure, when I saw the light of the bonfire coming from the camp. The sight shook me from my lustful daze and I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. I glanced down at Felix and for a second thought about abandoning the plan to see how far this would go. No no no, I need to get the hell out for here. Once he finished leaving a dozen love bites on my breasts he licked each one to soothe the pain. “Felix” I moaned and he trailed kisses back up my neck until he reached my lips kissing them softly. He pulled away, the both of us panting, and locked eyes with me once again. I slowly bring my hand that holds the flower up, I comb my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes. I take the opportunity to put the flower just under his nose and he, unknowingly, breaths it in deeply. Second later his limp body falls to the ground with a loud thud. I glance up towards the camp and see that everyone is oblivious to what had happened. I squat down and search Felix for keys to the cage. “Sorry hottie, but I gotta get out of here.” I say when I find a set off cold keys. There are only two on the makeshift keychain made from a vine and I pray one of them opens the cage. Luckily for me the first one I try causes the lock to click open. I look again to the camp and watch silently as the boys one by one head off to bed. When only a couple remain I push open the cage just enough for me to slip out, I step over Felix’s unconscious body and make my way around the cage finding the patch of flowers. I pick a few more and wrap them in the same cloth. I push them in between my boobs and the corset and make my way towards the camp.

As I approach the camp I can see a group of three lost boys facing the fire trying to stay warm. I try to stay as light on my feet as possible as I creep up behind them. I hook my arm around one of their necks pulling him to the ground,quickly shoving a flower up his nose, and swing my leg under a second one causing him to fall flat on his back. The third attacks me from behind just before I get a chance to put the second one to sleep. I manage to fight my way out of his grip, though, and I push a flower in his face and do the same to the one still groaning on his back. Panting, I stand and brush the dirt from my pants and look down at the boys around me. I click my tongue and look around the camp, I hear nothing but the crackling of the fire and some snoring coming from all around the camp. I walk around a bit trying to find the leaders tent, guessing that that’s where my belongings are being held, but can’t seem to find it. “Where the hell are you?” I whispered, then pause. I spin around and start to get frustrated, but then I see a tree house not to far from the camp. “Found you.” I say smiling and head towards it.

Once I’m at the base of the tree that is occupied by the tree house I realize just how big it is. I bite my lip and look around for a rope latter or some way to get up, but don’t find one. Looks like I’m tree climbing. I look up and find the branch closest to the ground and jump. I hold onto it and pull myself up and look for the next branch to climb. After a few slips and cuts I make it to the entrance of the tree house. Pulling myself up I find the door open and no lights on. I peer in and find a large bed on the other side, and in it lies a sleeping boy in green. I tip toe in and look around for my satchel and sword. I find my things slung on a chair next to the bed. ‘Of fucking course’ I think rolling my eyes. I quietly walk over holding my breath, when I reach the chair I look back at the boy and turn to retrieve my things. I sling my bag over my shoulder and reach for my sword when I feel a danger placed around my neck.

“You naughty girl.” The boy tisks in a low, groggy, voice. He places a hand on my shoulder and spins me around to face him. “How the hell did you escape, what did you do to Felix?” He asks his face tight with anger. “He’s fine, believe me. If anything he left more marks on me than I left on him.” I smirked and he glanced at my neck, following the trail of spots down to my breasts. His eyes widen for a moment then meet mine again. “You vexed him?” He asks raising an eyebrow at me. “I’d hardly call it vexing. He was all for it.” I say keeping the smirk plastered on my face. He looks away from me shaking his head in disbelief, then moves the danger away. He looks me in the eyes again, then down at the marks, and finally at my hands that are covered in blood from the few cuts. “Come with me.” He orders and walks away. I stare at him, baffled, but follow anyway. He pushes a curtain aside to reveal a small washing room. He grabs a cloth and turns on the tap, wetting it. He then turns to me leaning against the sink and grabs my hand, pulling me towards him and wiping away the blood. I watch him curiously as he continues to gently clean my wounds. “Who are you?” I ask when he had finished and wrapped a new cloth around my hand. He glances up at me with his forest green eyes, through his eye lashes, and it causes my breathing to falter for a second. He smirks at this, “I’m Peter… Peter Pan.” He says standing up straight and looks down at me, he’s only a few inches taller than me but it’s intimidating. “What about you love?” He asks taking a step towards me, “What’s a pretty thing, like yourself, called?” He says as I take a step back. “Mariana.” I choke out. “Well Mariana there are consequences for escaping the cage.” He says still advancing. “What are you going to through me back it the cage?” I ask trying to keep the distance between us but I back into a wall. “No, something that’s fun.” He says stopping only centimeters from my face. I hold my breath and he leans in pressing his lips to mine. I stay completely still and this causes him to get frustrated. He groans against my mouth and presses harder trying to get a reaction out of me. “Come on love. I’ll make you feel good. Better than Felix did, that’s for sure.” I still don’t do anything and he moves from my lips to my neck causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips. I slap a hand over my mouth and he looks up at me. “You’re tough to crack. But I heard that. Don’t worry love. I’ll. Have you. Soon. Enough.” He said in between kisses on my neck. “If Peter Pan wants you,” He says against my neck then looks up at me his lips brushing over mine. “He gets you.”

Me running away from responsibilities

hello, i’m erin.

i’m really poor, my family is financially unstable all the time because my parents have walking/moving disabilities and it’s hard for them to find proper jobs since they can barely move. lately we’ve been having major financial problems. 

they both used to work until the thing i was afraid of happened; my diabetic mom’s health condition started getting worse and worse. she couldn’t handle the pressure and the bullying at work so she had to quit her job. her health is the main priority in this entire thing so i don’t blame her at all.

as for now, my father is the only source of income. his monthly salary is $150 and as you can see that’s far from enough to maintain three people. i’ve tried to get a job myself but no one wanted to hire me because i’m a minor. 

for the past few months my mom’s illness has been progressing, we even got her a wheelchair since she couldn’t walk at all. she needs a damn expensive diabetic healthcare course right now. my father works day and night just to gain some money. also, i contributed with my savings even though it wasn’t much.

however, our efforts are not enough for my mom’s medical assurance. the amount of money we have by now can provide only half a month of medicines. my dad is working all the time he doesn’t even sleep at this point, it’s a miracle if he gets at least 2 hours of sleep a day. but unfortunately it’s never enough.

i feel pathetic and useless; the tears are streaming down my face as i’m typing this and the fact that i can’t help in any way is killing me.

only money can help us in this harsh situation so if you can donate i’ll be forever thankful. 

if you can, do it through paypal. my paypal email is; there’s no need to donate anymore thank you so much!

any amount will be highly appreciated, i’m not asking for much, really. also reblog this please, it does matter and i hope i’ll find people who can help.

it’s totally okay if you don’t donate, just keep my mom in your prayers please, it means a lot.

i’m desperate please help, i don’t want to lose my mother. 

thank you.

I don't really care if you unfollow me bc I still support Ian

I follow people who still support him as I do, and I still follow people who once did but now p much hate him

I’m not unfollowing anyone bc it’s just kinda unnecessary and childish ya know

Not dissing the people who are unfollowing others bc of their stance, they have their reasons

Idk man, just don’t let anyone affect what you believe is right and wrong. You do you

Full moon.

A loud, annoyed growl breaks the quiet of the night as she struggles to get up. Her limbs are shaking, they feel weak, as if they were like jelly. And, after what seems like an eternity, You can finally stand … On all fours.

Huh?

She lowers her head to see what is so wrong right now, and her eyes land on two paws, resting on a tuft of grass. A surprised yap escapes her mouth as she stumbles backward. Once she’s come to a halt -meaning that her butt met the ground once she had tripped over a visible root-, she shakes her head and internally sighs.

It happened again.

Glancing up, You closes her eyes after seeing the moon in her full phase, irked.

The full moon sucks.

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faintest wisp of smoke

summary: dan goes missing and phil is left with the broken pieces.

note: idk what to think of this, i really don’t. it’s probably the least original thing i’ve ever written, but then again, it definitely went places i didn’t expect. i swear i was just trying to mess around with this one, but then… well. 7k words.

a fair warning: i don’t know if it’s good. i don’t know if it’s interesting, or if it works, or if it’s done characteristically. i only know it’s a study in overdone clichés and i hope it makes some sort of sense.

 

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The clock ticks the time away, and Phil stares because he’s not sure if he believes it. The hands say it’s been two hours since the door closed after Dan when he went to the shop, but Phil knows very well that the shop is only ten minutes away, and he thinks that the clock must be lying but he doesn’t check the one on his phone because clocks aren’t people and only people lie, and if the clock isn’t lying Phil doesn’t want to know.

Dan left his mobile plugged to the charger and Phil listens to the ring echo through the flat and doesn’t hang up, even when he can hear the ringtone and knows Dan won’t be picking up, even when it reaches voicemail and Dan’s recorded voice tells him to leave a message and Phil wants to ask where he is but knows he won’t get an answer. 

He lets the phone drop to his side and tells himself to stop thinking about it, because he’s not Dan, who thinks problems over so much they turn themselves into a different problem that never existed in the first place – he’s Phil, and Phil doesn’t think problems over at all and pretends that it makes them fade into the shadows of the wallpapers even when he knows it doesn’t.

He doesn’t know if it’s better, but it’s all he has.

He falls asleep on the sofa in the lounge, and it’s two in the morning and Dan’s been gone for five hours, and Phil dreams of shadows and fear.

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the-blossom-witch  asked:

Just an interesting idea that came to mind... What if youtube was run by demons and every youtuber becomes matched with a demon then gets possessed. Like Anti was matched with Jack and Darkiplier with Mark... ? Just a thought... Just how many youtubers secretly have a demon inside that we don't know about... :P

That reminded me of a Twilight Zone episode, not really with the demons but like…A sense of dystopia. YES I LOVE THIS