i hope u like it bby. ;;


im selling this lil bbys -maybe someday I will do customs too <3

Please do NOT resell them -I was on fire making these ;;;;











no holds uwu



Happy Birthday to my sweet Ashley! (๑♡3♡๑) ( @ranpohedogawa​ )
↳  yurio tickets for you to spend on your bday! XD


@peabnaut The way they met wasn’t exactly the friendliness of greetings..

I was going to add more onto this…and then I promptly discovered that I cannot draw action at all… 

when there’s a girl who finally likes you and you think she’s going to confess to you but you like another girl so before she gets the chance to tell you she likes you, you start telling her how there’s another girl who you like but then an older city boy appears and you assume it’s her boyfriend and that you completely misunderstood the situation


I HAVE ALL THESE BUTTON DESIGNS!!! fingers crossed if all goes well they will be 1.75in buttons for sale at anorth 2017 but i think theres also enough interest for me to set up online shop for peeps who cant reach (*´∀`*) 

i hope u like them…!!! my favs are kawaii blue eyes and ofc my bby judai💗💗

Happy birthday to Jinguji~!! 🎉 myhusbandilysm💞💗

Originally posted by zacksfairest

“I think its okay to have a lot of romances. It’s part of experiencing life but marrying only once is nice. I can spend my whole life with this person. I believe romance exists in order to meet a person like that.”

–Ren Jinguji, ASAS booklet


Words describing Ren: flirty, passionate, eccentric, fiery, adventurous, cunning, relaxed


Basic info:

Height: 183cm

Weight: 63kilos

Blood type: B

Birthday: February 14th

Zodiac: Aquarius ♒️

Instrument: Saxophone


“I acted cold but I really wanted to hug you, hold your hand and kiss you, I want to lend you a shoulder whenever you cry.”

–Ren Jinguji, UtaPri Repeat, Along with a Cantabile Kiss(Maji Love End)


Ren’s aesthetics~


Ren admires all things Mediterranean- the cuisine, culture, locations, languages, beaches, activities- he has a thing especially for Italy.

He enjoys photography so a good birthday gift would be a camera. He randomly clicks pictures and puts them either in an album or he would create a “picture wall”, on it you’d find sceneries, animals, candid pictures of his s/o and some pictures of him and his friends to name a few.

He likes to pack his bags and fly/drive off to any place out of the the blue. He sees no reason as to why someone should not travel; its one of his passions.

Mr. Fashion expert, his wardrobe is goals and he is one to use the phrase “I swear on my Chanel” when jokingly defending himself. He also wouldn’t mind running a blog on fashion and his aesthetics.

He once joked that he should write a novel on all his “love-filled” adventures with ladies. Syo groaned and replied that such a book would never finish.

His cooking would send you to heaven. He enjoys spicy food and can cook a variety of cuisines, he doesn’t mind desserts either but he is not a fan of chocolate.

I also have this headcanon where Ren knows how to play the saxophone part in George Michael’s “Careless Whisper” by heart. Just enough to swoop away your heart eh? ;)

Romeo here is also aware of the language of flowers so the next time he sends you an exquisite and intricate bouquet, make sure to google the flowers and their meanings ~

His Hogwarts house is Gryffindor or alternatively, Slytherin


“Don’t go!”

–Ren Jinguji, UtaPri Repeat, Whimsical Score(December)

rated m for maybe a lil long
word count: 4,019
sugakookie scenario for flowerkook cause yoongi is not ur bias and good luck with finals and ur exam!! <3 

You are not good at math. Jungkook isn’t either. But maybe two brains really are better than one and well, a week before your final seems like a good time to test it out so lo and behold, you’re bowing your way into Jungkook’s house, which he tells you is empty over his shoulder, kicking his shoes off at the front door.

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Anon: Just saying, car crashes are angsty ((ALSO LAMS IS GREAT)) :000

Lams sure is great for this prompt!! ;))) Angstliving continues! Here we go, kiddos! <333

Alexander was angry. He was angry at John, he was angry at himself.

His anger must have been noticeable in the way he clicked John’s seatbelt around the slumped boy because John whined and reached for his boyfriend.

“Not now, John,” Alex grumbled. He slammed the passenger side door shut and got into the driver’s side. He let his head drop into his hands for a moment.

“Baaaaabe,” John sighed.

“Not. Now.” Alex said through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t mean to punch him,” John slurred.

“You’re drunk. We aren’t doing this now.” Alexander had had enough of this. John had promised not to drink. Promised.

He knew Alex hated driving, especially at night. Especially when they had a curfew hanging over their heads. Especially when he was going to have to figure out how to sneak an obviously drunk John past the Washingtons, which didn’t feel right, but having them know his boyfriend was drunk while being underage also didn’t sound like a great plan.

He hated the position John had put him in.

Alexander knew that sitting there wouldn’t help them at all, so he begrudgingly started the car and pulled out onto the road. Thankfully the party had been at Aaron Burr’s place, in a suburban neighborhood that bordered the one the Washingtons lived in, so they weren’t far from home, but it was still unfamiliar to Alex. And it was still dark out. And his boyfriend was still drunk and bloody.

“Lee started it,” John mumbled unprompted.

“You should’ve walked away,” Alex said.

“I can take him.”

Alex would have rolled his eyes if they weren’t so glued to the road. “Yeah, tell that to your bruised ribs and bloody nose.”

“He only got the best of me ‘cause I’m druuuuunk,” John said.

“No, he got the best of you because you’re drunk and because he’s a burly upperclassman who works out regularly. Even sober you had no chance, and you know that,” Alex said.

He hated John’s self-destructive streak. He knew that was why his boyfriend drank. Why he picked fights he would most certainly lose.

“I’m strong,” John said, his voice fading.

Alexander knew that if he looked over at John, his eyelids would be fluttering shut. Normally that was the cutest, sweetest sight in the world. But not tonight.

Tears started to swell in Alexander’s eyes. He was torn between his worry over John and his anger at him.

Just as he was trying to blink away his tears, Alex noticed a shape slowly crossing the road, no more than ten feet ahead of him. Deer!

Alex slammed on the brakes and swerved the car away from the creature, toward the sidewalk, which his wheels promptly bumped into, jolting John awake.

Alexander panted as he watched the deer hightail it across the rest of the abandoned road, and he thanked whatever god may or may not be up there that he’d been going 25 miles per hour, five under the speed limit, instead of five, or more, over.

“A-alex?” John stammered.

Alex couldn’t say anything. I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. He’d nearly seen death again. He’d nearly killed his boyfriend. It was too much.

He felt a warm hand slip into his. “You’re shaking,” John said.

“I’m sorry, John,” Alex whispered, his eyes glued to the spot in the road where the deer had first appeared.

“Why are you apologizing?” John asked.

“I nearly killed us,” Alex said as if in a trance where words held no weight because if they did, they’d be crushing, and Alexander was too fragile for that at the moment.

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.

“Let’s get home,” Alexander said robotically.

“Alex,” John said, reaching to place his hand on his boyfriend’s arm.

Alex jerked away before John could make contact. He pulled back out onto the road, and a silence descended upon the car for the remaining seven minutes of their drive home.

When they got to the Washington’s, Alex cut the engine, but made no move to get out of the car. He didn’t even unbuckle his seatbelt.

“Alex, talk to me?” John pleaded.

“I…” imagine death so much it feels more like a memory “I’m so sorry, John.” He shook his head, the daze that had befallen him post-deer-incident was seemingly lifting. “First I couldn’t keep you from drinking, then I couldn’t stop you from fighting Lee even though that’s like a death-wish––” Alex’s breath hitched as the word left his lips. John remained still, eyes glued to Alex.

“And then I nearly get us killed driving like ten fucking minutes through quiet backstreets.” Alex was shaking, but this time with rage instead of shock.

“Alex,” John said, sounding more sober than Alex knew he was. “I’m responsible for drinking and fighting. And I let you down. I said I’d drive, then I got drunk. None of this is your fault.”

“I’m so worried,” Alex whispered, his voice cracking on the last syllable.

“About what?” John asked softly.

Alex turned to him, eyes wide and watery. “You,” he said. “I know you hate yourself.”

John physically recoiled at the words, but he didn’t attempt to deny them.

“I’m afraid I’ll lose you,” Alex continued.

“It’s not your fault, Alex, how I feel and how I handle those feelings.”

“No, but it is my responsibility to help you,” Alex countered. He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached over, doing the same to John, who looked at him bewilderedly.

“What’re we doing?” he asked.

“Going inside,” Alex said.

“Your parents––”

Alex cut him off by hopping out of the car, slamming his own door shut in the process, and opened up John’s. He held a hand out to his boyfriend. “I know,” Alex said. “I want them to see us.”

“What? Why? I must look like––”

“Like a drunk teenager who picked a fight with someone twice his size?” Alex offered. “Yeah, you do. Now come on.”

Whether it was because he was drunk or because he was stunned by what Alexander was doing–– or maybe a bit of both–– John took Alex’s hand and stepped out of the car, swaying a bit in the process.

Alex held him close as they slowly made their way toward the front door. Before Alex could even put his key in the lock, it swung open.

“John? Alex? Are you okay?” Martha asked, her eyes scanning the two boys, her brows creasing in worry as she took in the dried blood on John’s face and sweatshirt.

“Yeah,” Alex said. “Well, we will be.” He looked at John, who nodded at him. “Can we talk with you and Dad?”

Martha took John’s other arm and led the two boys into the house. “Of course,” she said. “You can always talk to us.”

Alex squeezed John’s hand, and John squeezed back. They moved into the house together, knowing that whatever came next, they had each other.


If you wanna stop this, then stand up! Because I’ve just got one thing to say to you! Never forget who you want to become!” |
  Happy Birthday to my lovely Annie~ ✿♥‿♥✿ ( @shotous )

tanktoptiger  asked:

Jikook 9

hey angel ily (i hope i dont let u down)

9. things you said when i was crying; jikook

Golden maknae his ass. How could he be worth of that title when he couldn’t even get his voice to not crack in the high notes? When he couldn’t even get one simple dance move right? Hoseok said it was okay, the choreo was really hard, but deep down he knew he was expecting more from him. Everyone was.
It got worse when he dropped Jimin on the ground during a no more dream’s rehearsal for a concert – the terrible sound of his hyung’s body hitting the ground still resounding on his ears. They had done that a million times over – he had never dropped Jimin once –, but it seemed like his mental state was affecting his physical strength and everything was just so damn shitty.
From this day forward, he kept working on gym nonstop, wanting– no, needing to be stronger. However, each day spent in front of those glass mirrors was only useful to make him even more aware of all his flaws. All the imperfections on his body and face he wasn’t allowed to have.
The pressure was growing bigger within each day until it hit a point he couldn’t take anymore. He missed his mother, missed his family, his house – he missed the days he just felt normal and not like an useless burden to everyone around him.
He knew his members, and even the managers, were going easy on him because he was younger – that’s why he also knew he wasn’t allowed to feel that way he was feeling. He wasn’t, but what could he do when the pain was only growing bigger evey day? He was already trying to hide it as much as he could from the hyungs, not wanting to be a stupid kid sticking around their shoes, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t and it fucking hurt, but it was also refreshing when the tears washed his cheeks, simultaneously warm and blazing.
He was alone. Alone and weak in the dance studio, his inner demons pulling up a battle, but there was something relaxing about it. Everyone was already home, so it was okay. He could cry. At least for one night. He could, right? No one had to know.
But Jungkook belatedly realized – in a pent up breath of shock and shame washing over him –, he wasn’t really alone when Jimin appeared with a towel around his neck, black hair still soaked from shower. There was no way he could hide himself behind the couch, or dig a whole in the ground to bury himself there. There was also no way Jimin wouldn’t realize the reddish skin around his bruised eyes, from too many harsh rubs. He had no way out so he just accepted his fate and silently fought a sob. He could only wish Jimin wouldn’t see him in the poorly lit room.
“Jungkook-ah?!” Maybe not that day. “What are you doing over there?”
Jungkook heard him getting closer, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up, too embarrassed to show his hyung how much of failure he was.
“Jungkookie?” Jimin crouched down in front of him and it was when he realized it, concern spreading over his face in a second, “Oh my god, what happened?! Hey, Jungkookie! Look at me…” Jimin kept searching for his eyes worriedly, but Jungkook just couldn’t. He couldn’t because he was trying so hard to not break, but Jimin’s voice had the contrary effect on him. It kept him on the verge from falling and– he just couldn’t. “Jungkook…” Jimin reached for the younger’s cheeks and it wasn’t like electricity, but it was like fire, Jungkook’s skin instantly burning from the touch. A sob escaped from his lips and it was all it took for Jimin to pull him closer in the tightest hug he had ever received.
It was so warm and comfortable it made Jungkook completely forget why he was holding back in the first place. He smelled like washed clothes, soap, and most important of it all, he smelled like home.
Suddenly, Jimin’s shoulder was completely wet with Jungkook’s tears, but he didn’t seem to mind it, dragging the younger further onto his lap, tight arms around him trying to build the safest shelter he could ever.
Seeing Jungkook cry was definitely the most heartbreaking thing Jimin had ever gone through.
When the boy stopped shaking under his touch, Jimin slided his hand into his hair, drawing soothing circles with his thumb on the back of his neck. He leaned against the wall – Jungkook’s body still glued to his chest –, and waited. He wasn’t going to say anything – Jungkook was, if he needed to.
Jimin just wanted him to know he was there for him, nevertheless.
“I’m no good, hyung…” it came some seconds later, his body shrinking within each word, “I don’t know why y'all keep telling me that I am, ‘cause I’m not.” Jungkook sniffled, and Jimin searched for his hand to intertwine their fingers. “I let you fall, hyung.” The maknae hid his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck, tears overflowing from his eyes once again. “I hurt you, how can y'all even say I’m good enough after this…”
Jimin closed his eyes, throwing his head back; searching for words to say. “You know…” he started, squeezing Jungkook’s fingers on his, “Remember when I entered the group? The first day I arrived? I was so nervous I couldn’t even sleep. I heard all of you had been chosen for a company or two, but only bang pd-nim had wanted me so I was really insecure. I worked the shit out of me to keep up, because I kept thinking I was not worthy. I’m not going to be an hypocrite, I still think like this sometimes. We all do. But in one particular day… Ah, I was terrible, Jungkook. I was feeling insecure and homesick, and all the bad things at once. I couldn’t stop feeling like a real trash, but…” Jimin giggled and Jungkook felt a little tug on his heart, “You appeared in the middle of the night with bedhair and a pillow, whispering 'hyung, can I sleep here?’ Do you remember?”
Jungkook smiled.
“Yes…” his voice sounded muffled against the skin of Jimin’s neck.
“It was the first time we had ever shared a bed, but you kept talking about that game you were addicted to and about that favorite character of yours, and… eventually about how I reminded you of him. His coolness and such.” Jimin laughed again. “Aish, I felt so warm and relaxed that night I couldn’t quite believe it. I don’t know where I’m going with this, really, it just– You felt more than just enough that night, Jungkook-ah. For me.” Jimin slightly blushed, but he didn’t find the time to bother, “I know feeling like you’re no good sucks, but… You are. Really. You are way more than that, and not only for me.” Jungkook pulled away just enough to look Jimin in the eyes, which got the older to instinctively brush his fingers through the messy strands of hair sticking to his forehead, shoving them backwards to hesitantly place a soft kiss on it. He kept his mouth on Jungkook’s skin while murmuring, trying to ignore his heart violently knocking against his ribcage, “Take this things out of your mind, please… I can’t even bring myself to imagine spending a single day without you.” Jimin leaned down, touching their foreheads and drowning into Jungkook’s eyes – their hands still clasped together, only a breath apart between them “How can you be possibly not enough?”


Bakugou Katsuki | Quirk: EXPLOSION |
Happy Birthday to my sweet Fay bby! ( @yuuchiroz )

Cuddling with Haechan
  • okay, so the anon who requested this asked for something super fluffy
  • so y’all are informed okay
  • i miss this lil baby soo much i want to cry
  • he looks so beautiful in the trigger the fever performances i’m in love
  • but okay, let’s just start this
  • first thing first, everyone knows how clingy this smol being is right
  • he loves skinship and hugs and kisses and everything that’s fluffy and cute and soft
  • so he’s always down for cuddles, cuddling you is like his favorite part of the relationship lmao
  • he loves being able to caress your warm skin with his fingers as much as he wants and just sing softly a few songs in your ear
  • and he knows that when he does that it’s like heaven to you so <3
  • it’s indeed the perfect relationship yeah
  • and he gets really clingy for the rest of the day and just forget about him letting you breath because he’s never letting you go ever again
  • i need something like this in my life
  • but going to the story now !!!!!!!!!!
  • you were on a sleepover @ dreamies dorms
  • he wasn’t jealous at all of you being friend w them bc they’re stupid and don’t know how to treat a girl properly right
  • but he loves remindind them that you’re only his and he’s just so proud of having you so he’s not scare of showing his skinship in front of them
  • and them never really tease you that much because hE’S BASICALLY DOING IT ON PURPOSE HELLO
  • y’all ate together and played around the whole day
  • so when it’s bed time they’re all basically dead bc of how much they runned and played
  • but you and hyuck being the happy virus of the whole squad still had some energy left
  • ya’ll decided to sleep together in the same bed
  • and honestly, mark wasn’t dealing w/ y’alls shit
  • even if he sleeps in a separe bed it’s still the same room and that’s a no no from him
  • so he just slept in chenle’s room with mc ari and let him sleep with jisung in the living room lol
  • it was like one or two am and you just couldn’t sleep
  • and donghyuck being the perfect boyfie he is obviously stayed up with you
  • so both of you where there, laying in bed talking about random stuff and laughing like idiots
  • and from time to time you could hear jeno and renjun talking shit about y’all and telling y’all to be quiet lmao
  • but you started to felt bad bc baby hyuck was yawning every two seconds and he looked so sleepy
  • aww :((
  • “hyuck, you know that can sleep if you want to, right?”
  • “no, no, my baby needs me”
  • and hae has this habit of always need to cuddle someone when he’s really sleepy?
  • like unconsciously he would hold you closer to his body and grab your hands
  • and omg it’s the cutest thing ever, it always makes your heart beat at the speed of light
  • you snuggle closer to his chest and let him play with your hair
  • and from time to time you would leave little innocent kisses in his jaw and cheeks
  • and you could hEAR HIS GIGGLES OMG
  • “stop kissing me so much”
  • “why? you love my kisses”
  • “i do, but, what about,,,, i don’t know,, kising my lips next time?”
  • y’all didn’t had a first kiss yet and, omg you suddenly got so nervous
  • and you kinda wanted to kiss him too so
  • “i guess i can try”
  • so you cupped his face and looked at him
  • aNd he smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile too
  • the only light there was in the room was the one that came from the room’s window
  • and let me tell you that the moonlight in his face made him look even more ethereal than he already is
  • your heart fluttered and you just went for it you know
  • slowly getting closer to his face until your lips meet his
  • you could felt a million of butterflies in your stomach and you gET SO FLUSTERED AW BABY
  • and he felt the same things i swear!!
  • he placed his hands around your figure and omg his touches did help you calm a bit but tbh he was just as nervous as you were
  • but your lips felt so good and omg he was in cloud 9
  • when you separate both of you started to giggle and blush like to smol kids
  • and, i mean, that’s basically what y'all are anyways so
  • he hugged you and you could hear his heart beating so fast and you get so soft omg
  • “thanks for this, you cutie, i adore you”
  • “i adore you to, babe”
  • “we should definitely have this goodnight kisses more often, but not only at night but like every hours of the day, what do you think”
  • this kid istg
  • i love the idea tho
  • y’all finally get sleepy and cuddle each other to sleep <3
  • this is so cute, i think i’m dying
  • but anyways the end
  • <3 i hope y’all like it a lot bbys

I lost my mother, my country, my birthright.
Niflheim was the only life left to me.

for my dearest ravus lover, @ravusnoxfleurett.

Radiation Tender - They Fuck!

In the grand scheme of all the things Jack seemed to be doing out of his own good will, Rhys could suffer through some not so awful night time cuddling and letting the giant monster man lay on him for a few hours. So this was alright, expected, and maybe Rhys enjoyed it in his own way. Even the occasional unconscious press of Jack’s hips against his rear, the forgivable rhythmic grinding that would bring a flush through Rhys’ body and embarrassing warmth to his groin.

This morning, however, that sleep addled rhythm was accompanied by something…else.

Rhys’ eyes snapped open, staring at the charred black talons next to his face gently kneading into the fabric of the shared sleeping bag. The push against Rhys’ ass was familiar but there was something…new? Rhys lay there hyper focused at the attention, the extra addition to a routine sensation, and then it clicked.

Jack’s dick was out. 

Commission for @pumpkinpillars 
i hope u like it bby <3

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I dont know if yall understand how proud i am of nct u. They did so much in just one year. Im especially proud of Ten bc nct u wasn’t that active these days but he got his first solo song. I hope he gets better from his injury. /i hope he doesn’t have to go to the military:// Let’s also talk about Taeyong, he’s such a good leader. He’s always there for the other members and cheers them up. Doyoung is like the sweet patato of nct he gets roasted so much. Help this bby omg.But He loves the members so much you can tell


Beautiful Fanalis ♥ | Morgiana | Happy Birthday to my wonderful Olivia! ♥  (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*