i just really needed a laugh

anonymous asked:

Congrats for your 20 years old :D !!!

GEEEEEZ !!!! THANK YOU ALL GUYS SO SO MUCH !!!!!!!!! You’re all… so sweet and your messages really made me smile, laugh, aww and tear up today QwQ

I had a great birthday thank to you all, really…. I still need to reblog all your gifts and the other fanarts you did before. I’m sincerely honoured, just give me some time, I’ll surely do this in the next days !

You can’t imagine how happy you all made me sending me these asks, seeing you tagging me among my notes and in private, a lot sent me something and really, thank you for doing so guys, you’re making me smile like a dork since yesterday, heh. I’ve never imagined that you would be so many wishing me my birthday…. it means a lot <3

Thank you all again, you’re amazing ( ´• v •` 人) ☆゚.*


More of Ryan Sees Ghost AU

He stared at his laptop screen then at his notepad.

Ryan was tired. Exams were coming. He haven’t started his papers. He haven’t slept for three consecutive days now. And was living on coffee and energy drinks. Christ, he just want everything to end. Maybe what he needed was a nap. Just a quick nap… fuck headless and faceless. 

He closed his eyes and lost track of time.

“I’ve read better papers.”

Ryan heard someone say just behind him. What the…? He slowly opened his eyes. Oh wow, he really did manage to sleep inside the library?

“Hmmm, thats trash.”

Okay that was just rude!

“Completely wrong.”

The nerve!

The voice laughed, “Bullshit…”

Okay that’s it. Ryan forced himself to quickly sit up and face the person trash talking his goddamned unfinished paper, ignoring his stiff neck, “Look here buddy-“

Ryan stopped.

He thinks his heart stopped too. His brain short circuited. He swallowed as cold dread took over his body.

Instead of finding an annoying person, there was only a shadow. No… shadow was not the right word for it. He doesn’t know. And he felt like the ‘shadow’ was staring at him too. He was very familiar with the feeling after all… having experienced it through out his life.

“You’re not human…” Ryan whispered stupidly.





“Well, well… what do we have here.” The shadow said. It floated closer to him, “Someone who could see me even in this form. Interesting.”

Ryan stepped back, knocking his chair back. He looked around the library. No one was around in the area he was at… except for faceless and headless who was hanging back as if watching. Shit… shit… shit.

He ignored the ‘talking’ shadow and filtered everything out. The only thing he could hear was his heart racing.

This thing was different. It didn’t belong here at the library.

He hastily packed his belongings inside his bag and ran out without looking back.

Ryan wasn’t able to sleep that night. He didn’t even need coffee and energy drink to stay awake. Then again, he wasn’t able to do anything. He was too busy worrying.

He had never seen anything like it. Or had he…? Fuck he doesn’t know.

What the hell was that?

Could they follow him?

Oh God.

Fuck his life.

anonymous asked:

This is legit half the list but you're my bff and I need u to know lmao! BLUE, TEAL, PERIWINKLE, MAUVE, BLUSH, COPPER, FUCHSIA, CORAL, RAZZMATAZZ, TIMBERWOLF, BURGUNDY, CHARTREUSE!!! I just copied and pasted directly from the list so sorry abt the all caps thing😂~🍔

BLUE= You are my tumblr crush. Awww you two buddy, unless I find a cute boy on this site 😂

TEAL= We have a lot in common. It’s honestly scary how much we have in common

PERIWINKLE= You make me laugh. That’s good my humour is all I have to make me an okay person

MAUVE: You are really talented. First of all I refuse to accept Mauve is an actual colour and two ew no I’m not shut up

BLUSH: Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better. Awwww same buddy (high key if I feel down I look at my lockscreen)

COPPER= Your blog content is trash (and I love it) it really is trash but the good kind of trash. The one that doesn’t smell like death

FUCHSIA= Your blog content is gold! Na mate yours is

CORAL= You’re a meme. Punch a titty and Jake Kelly living on strong

RAZZMATAZZ= I would share my favorite food with you. I would be an honour to eat your weird ass American food (also Razzmatazz isn’t a fucking colour fuck that)

TIMBERWOLF= I trust you. This… this honestly made me cry a little bit (this also isn’t a colour)

BURGUNDY= I get excited when I see posts from you! SAME I HAVE YOUR NOTIFICATIONS ON

CHARTREUSE= You’re my homie! Saaaaaaame broooooiii

frahnkocean  asked:

"Not to mention that her art doesn’t suck. It’s a really nice defined style. Yours, on the other hand… well, you can’t blend to save your goddamn life and it looks like you just traced over a picture of Chadwick Boseman. Sorry, but you shouldn’t talk when your art looks like crap too 🤷🏼‍♀️" luna I actually burst out laughing when I read this skjdfjdfn 'nice defined style' headass

the artist need to refine t'challa hairline that’s what need to happen

Let me just gush my gay feelings to you guys right now because I need to.

There’s this girl who moved here from london a year or two ago and she is so pretty and i love her smile and laugh and hearing accent when she talks. We’ve never had a full conversation just the two of us but I really want to get to know her better and I really really hope that its possible that she could like me because I like her.

anonymous asked:

my friend came out to his parents and got kicked out of his house a week ago and ive been trying to support him through it all, but being his emotional support on top of dealing with my own transphobic parents is taking a huge toll on my mental health. is there any way i can keep supporting him while also taking care of myself?

You have to take care of yourself before you can take care of anyone else. So it makes me really happy that you already seem to understand this. I find it is helpful to set boundaries in this type of situation. Tell your friend that maybe twice a week he needs to find another friend to hang out with, to give you a break. Or maybe say at least a couple times a week you guys need to hang out without having any deep or emotional conversations. Just casual hanging out with pizza and laughing and funny vids. Also maybe direct him to outside resources. Therapy, lgbt groups, online support groups. Something along those lines. Make it very clear to your friend that you support him, that you love him, that he’s not a burden, you’re just also trying to take care of yourself and it is difficult to do both at the same time. Keep being a great friend and keep taking care of yourself


Chen’s questionable loyalty
→ knowing brothers (170722)

little reputation things™
  • *ahem*
  • i i i i  see how this is gon go
  • “but if i’m a thief then he can join the heist”
  • baby let the games begin! let the games begin! ahAH AHHHHHHHH
  • ahHHH and ya heard about me”
  • ed sheeran rapping on a taylor swift song
  • “i swear i don’t love the drama IT LOVES ME”
  • ed in the background of the last chorus: “be yoUR A TEAM NOW”
  • the string plucky things in the beginning of i did something bad
  • “if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing”
  • “and i’d do it over and over and over again if iiiii could”
  • “they’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one”
  • taylor apparently wanting to be set on fire
  • ((agreed))
  • the harmonies on this album filling my entire soul
  • “oHHH LORD SAVE ME MY DRUG IS MY BABY I’LL BE USING FOR THE REST OF MY LIIIIIIIIFE” aka the only prayer i’ll ever say again
  • i get so high OH… trip of my life OH
  • the way she sings “using for the rest of my life oHH OH OH OHHH” after the bridge damn son
  • “my reputation’s never been worse so he must like me for me”
  • taylor finally discovering alcohol
  • the way she says “coz i know that it’s delicate” so…. delicately
  • how delicate feels like a rain shower in a desert
  • :) i :) don’t :) like :) your :) little :) games :)
  • OH look what you made me do
  • “i don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me”
  • “i’m sorry the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh! BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD” is singlehandedly the most iconic thing i have ever and will ever hear.
  • so it goes being chill and then the chORUS AND ALL THE PIECES FALL!!! RIGHT INTO PLACE!!!
  • ;) scratches ;) down ;) your ;) back ;) now ;)
  • o n e  t w o  t h r e e
  • how getaway car is the only song i ever want to hear ever again
  • think about the place where you first met me
  • “there were sirens in the beat of your heart”
  • the way she says getaway
  • the chorus of this song feeling like driving down a highway with the windows rolled down in the middle of the night
  • GO! GO! GO!
  • being part of a heist, leaving money in a bag in a shady motel, stealing keys and getting tf out in her getaway car. zoom zoom bitch.
  • “all the boys in their expensive cars, the range rovers and jaguars never took me quite where you do” calvin harris WHOM
  • the drums in king of my heart are more important than my need to breathe
  • “your love is a secret i’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep”
  • ~up on the roof with a school girl crussshhhh drinking beer outta plastic cupsssss~
  • i’ll never let you goOOO
  • but we were dancing BASS DROP dancing with our hANDS TIED, HANDS TIED
  • “oh baby can we dance, through an avalanche?”
  • “swaying as the room burnt down, i’d hold you as the water rushes in” …. “so i punched a hole in the roof, let the flood carry away all my pictures” ….. h e c k
  • how dress is literally an orgasm turned into a song and i’m… into it
  • take it oH OH OH OH OFFFF
  • “carve your name into my bedpost”
  • “but if i get burnt at least we were electrified”
  • wildest dreams who???
  • “and i woke up just in time, now i wake up by your side”
  • say my name and everything just stops -EVERYTHING STOPS-
  • ra’lin’ the chandilier
  • AWaaaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAAY
  • “and therein lies the issue, friends don’t try to trick you, get you on the phone and mind twist you”
  • the sound of shots being fired from every possible angle
  • if only you weren’t…. so shadyyyyy :)
  • they don’t care about the HE SAID SHE SAID
  • the way she says “and here’s to my baaabyyy
  • the organ?? piano???? during “and hereeee’s to youuu…” oh my god
  • her voice at the end when she just says “nice things” 
  • her world crumbling around her and that’s just fine?? because of joe???? i wasn’t ready 
  • “loves me like i’m brand new”
  • “all my flowers grew back as thorns” …. “all the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst” again…. clean WHOM
  • i’m laughing with my lover makin forts under covers trust him like a brother yeah you know i did one thing right
  • not because he owns me but cos he really knows me. which is more than they can say.
  • “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” “yes.” :’)
  • call it what you want is the lightest, softest pink sunrise seen from the window of a peaceful airplane in the early morning of a good day
  • how we went from pop anthems to??? i’m bawling in a sea of tissues on my bedroom floor at two in the morning and new year’s day is the most beautiful song i’ve ever heard??? 
  • it’s just a guitar and a piano and she’s harmonizing with herself
  • “don’t read the last page, but i stay”
  • “i want your midnights, and i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day”
  • “i can tell that it’s gonna be a long road” as in she knows that even if it’ll be a long road they’ll always be together don’t TOUCH me
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • and i will hold onto you
  • “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognize anywhere”
  • oh cool my heart’s shattered into a million pieces this is fine thanks
  • how there’s ten seconds of silence at the end of new year’s day because you bet your ass i need recovery time before the album starts over again and i gotta get back to boppin’
  • ((they were not ready for it))

anonymous asked:

Do you have any James and Harry headcanons? I just suddenly have papa James feelings

  • James saying that Harry is a genius whenever he learns something new
  • James watching Harry sleeping for 2 hours straight. “he’s so cute”
  • James trying to teach Harry how to say “mummy” for Lily’s 21st birthday. In secret. “ok, Harry. Now say to mummy what you learned. Happy birthday…………..” “bahsubam” “no, that’s not what we learned. Say ‘Happy birthday, mummy’.” “baaauuubuuuu brrrrrrrbrrrrr”. “very close”
  • James high fiving a 2-months-old Harry.
  • James crying when Harry was born. 
  • James talking to Lily’s huge belly. Singing, sometimes.
  • James holding Harry when he’s feeling sad and worried about the war.
  • Harry’s tiny heartbeat against his chest making James feel stronger.
  • James brushing Harry’s hair during bath, making all kinds of hairstyles with the soap
  • He accidently letting the soap fall on Harry’s eyes
  • “ WHAT HAVE I DONE? MY SON IS BLIND BECAUSE OF ME i’m a terrible father!!!” “James, calm down! He will be fine! Look. He’s laughing again.” “Because I just hit my head in the sink. He knows I deserved that.”
  • James playing guitar to Harry and Harry looking at him with his green eyes and mouth wide open, really concentrated to the song.
  • James saying “you have beautiful eyes, Harry.” And Lily walking behind the sofa saying “Thanks, honey”.
  • James teaching Harry how to fly the tiny broom Sirius sent in his 1st birthday. “james, you will break the toy, it doesn’t support your weight, I can’t believe I’m even saying that to you” “babies need to see someone doing something in order to learn”

and the list goes on


I actually stayed up last night thinking about the bros weapons in that solarpunk/steampunk verse and came to the conclusion that I desperately want to keep the hammers. so yeah. hammers.

the way marios hammer is designed he can light it on fire anytime. luigis is actually pretty tricky bc electricity isnt as straightforward as fire, but I imagine it can jumpstart any kind of machine that runs on electricity bc nintendo logic

their secondary weapons would be something they use along with their hammers. marios is a pick (chisel) and luigis is a pair of pliers. 

yes I am invested in this why do you ask

BTS / Mafia AU - Your first kiss after an arranged marriage

REQUEST: Sooo here is a request ❤❤  Exo or Bts Mafia Au .. (Again with arranged marriege) buuutt this time like the first time they kiss you or your wedding night .. Btw love your blog 😊😊            

thank you for this request, i hope you enjoy! 💕


WARNING: some strong language & sexual themes.


Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

It felt like this night was going on forever. You hated public gatherings but this was far worse than anything you could have imagined. You said hi to at least fifty people in the last ten minutes alone.

The only thing that made this night a little less exhausting was the fact that Jin wasn’t leaving your side. He had his hand on your waist and politely guided you around, expertly avoiding people he didn’t like so neither of you would have to say hi to them.

“I’m probably having the worst night of my life,” you admitted, sipping your third glass of champagne and still feeling as sober as ever.

“Come on, am I really that bad?” Jin asked with a half-smile.

“It’s not you,” you said. “It’s the people. They’re all so boring. And this ball, in general. What’s the point of it? If it’s to bore me to death, then it succeeded.”

Jin laughed at this. “I might know a solution to your problem.”

“Oh?” you looked at him, suddenly very interested. “At this point, I’m up for anything.”

“Let’s go, then,” Jin said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He pulled you to the back of the venue, next to the kitchens, where he opened one of the cupboards the janitors used and revealed his very own secret stash of alcohol. Gasping in excitement, you grabbed the first bottle you saw.

“If I get too drunk to walk, do you promise you’ll help me get home?” you asked before opening the bottle.

Jin laughed. “Always.”

You nodded, opening the bottle and taking a swig without bothering about glasses.

“Okay, easy, now,” Jin warned, after noticing that you haven’t stopped drinking and there was now less than half of the liquid left in the bottle.

You finally pulled the bottle away, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and smiled at him.

“Now this ball seems much better,” you told him with glittering eyes while Jin grabbed the bottle from your hands and finished it off.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the two of you were so drunk that you couldn’t see straight and all of a sudden, everything seemed ten times as hilarious. You were both surprised to learn that both of you were very cuddly when drunk.

You walked down the venue hand-in-hand, or stopped in the middle of the room to cuddle, making people stop and stare with smiles on their faces.

“Young love,” people from older generations muttered as they watched the two of you laugh at the way Jin’s bow tie spun when he moved it.

Soon, however, you raised your eyes from Jin’s bow tie to meet his eyes, and slowly your laughter died down. Jin stopped moving too, once your eyes met.

It felt like a special moment passed between you two. Everything was no longer funny. Instead of that, both of you felt the indescribable urge to feel each other’s lips.

You raised your hand, clumsily brushing it along his cheek and touching his lips. Jin whimpered at your touch and grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

Another moment passed.

And then finally, Jin leaned in, connecting your lips and sparking an energy so strong that it felt as if the lights of the venue had gone out for a moment. As you felt his lips on yours, you felt such a grandiose feeling; it was as if this was everything you’ve waited for in life. The culmination of the movie. The highest peak of your story.

Jin pulled away momentarily, taking your face into his hands.

“Take a deep breath,” he said to you, breathlessly. “Because I’m going to kiss you again, but this time, I’m not pulling away.”


Originally posted by the9397

It was your first proper date after the wedding and the two of you looked like you were two teenagers out on a first date.

Yoongi had shyly asked if he could hold your hand and you blushed before agreeing. You had never imagined that a man as dangerous as him could also be so soft and caring. But he kept on surprising you. Like, when you sat down for some ice cream and he carefully brushed the ice cream from the side of your mouth, forcing your heart to race. Or how he moved you to a side when a careless boy on a bike drove through a puddle and almost splashed you.

Then, once the date was nearing the end and the two of you were almost home, Yoongi stopped suddenly.

“You know what I just realized?” he asked.


“That I’m going to miss a crucial part of a date,” he said. “I can’t walk you home. Because we live together.”

You laughed at this. “Is it really that crucial?”

“Of course! That’s when the kiss happens!”

A smile spread across your face at this, causing Yoongi to smile back at you.

“Well, you can walk me to my bedroom…” you suggested. “And if things go right, I might invite you in for some coffee…”

“Coffee, huh?” Yoongi’s smile was now from ear to ear. “I love drinking coffee in bedrooms.”

You laughed at this and both of you continued to walk until you reached your house. Then, with glittering eyes, the two of you headed up the stairs and stopped just outside of your bedroom.

“I feel a lot of pressure right now,” Yoongi admitted, laughing a little.

You smiled. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted you with a reassuring nod. “Believe me. I really want to.”

You had nothing to reply and suddenly the only sound in the hallway was the loud beating of both of your hearts. Somehow, they managed to find a rhythm.

Yoongi leaned into you and finally touched your lips with his own, and the two of you moved in perfect synchronization with the beat of your hearts. Neither one of you needed air anymore. You were breathing each other.

Yoongi pulled away a moment later. “Was that right?”

You smiled, remember the conversation you had earlier. Slowly, you turned the handle of your bedroom door, allowing him to enter.

“It was more than right,” you said, waiting until he stepped inside. “I want you to do that again.”

You closed the door and watched Yoongi turn around to face you. “I can do so much more than that.”


Originally posted by theseoks

Hoseok was acting weird. He seemed distant and unhappy. You tried to give him some space, thinking that maybe he was just stressed and anxious about a job he had to do. But two weeks later, he still walked around the house with a sullen expression. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hoseok,” you said, as the two of you sat at the dinner table next to each other. “You’ve been poking your food for the past fifteen minutes. What’s wrong?”

Hoseok raised his head and looked at you with a spaced-out expression. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“No, something is definitely wrong,” you disagreed. “You’ve been weird. I thought you’d get better but you just seem to be getting worse. Seriously, what’s wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?”

Hoseok put the cutlery down and sighed. “I don’t think this is working.”

Your stomach dropped.

“What is?” you asked slowly. “Are you talking about us?”

Hoseok nodded.

“I don’t know why you’re even with me,” he said dryly. “My family doesn’t even make that much money in comparison to others. And I’m just not good enough for you. You could do so much better.”

Your eyes widened as you listened to this. “What the hell are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s what I’ve come to realize. I don’t want to trap you here like we’re living in some modern-life Beauty and the Beast. You can leave if you—”

Groaning, you got up from your seat, grabbed your face in his hands and placed a kiss on his mouth, effectively shutting him up. When you pulled away a second later, Hoseok looked like he’s been shaken to the core.

“I’m sorry I just did that,” you said. “But I’m also not sorry at all. I don’t know why you’re suddenly saying any of those things, but I don’t want to leave. Why would I? You’re everything I could want and more.”

Hoseok just blinked as if he had completely lost the ability to speak.

“You don’t want to leave?” he asked quietly a few minutes later.

“Of course not!” you said, almost angry now. “Why would I ever want to leave? I’m not stupid, I know very well I’d never find anyone as caring, as humble, and as beautiful as you.”

Hoseok swallowed. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

“I’m not,” you said. “I’m saying that to make you see that everything you said before was complete nonsense and—”

“Can you kiss me again?”

“I—yes. Yes, I can.”

And you did. Many times. Over and over. And you would have kissed him as many times as he wanted if only that helped him see that he was the one for you. Even though you didn’t choose to marry him, you wouldn’t have traded what you had with him for anything.


Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

You and Namjoon were cuddling on the couch in the living room, watching a third action movie in a row. If the first two kept you at the edge of your seat, this last one was basically putting both of you to sleep. The action and drama were still there, but you two were simply too tired to experience any adrenaline.

With hazy eyes, you raised your head from Namjoon’s chest to check if he was awake, and were surprised to find him already staring at you.

“Hi,” you said lamely and saw him smile at this.

“Hey,” he replied. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “But I don’t want to move.”

“Don’t,” Namjoon said, wrapping his arms around your waist under the blanket that covered you both. “Let’s stay like this.”

“But aren’t you tired?”

“I am,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “But I’m also comfortable here. Like this.”

You smiled in content, raising your head again to place a quick thank-you kiss on his cheek, only Namjoon turned his head. You gasped in shock when your lips came in contact with his, but you were too tired to jump away from him.

You pulled away a few centimeters to look at him and saw his shocked face.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to—” you started.

“Can I?” Namjoon cut you off. “Kiss you, I mean. On the lips. Please?”

Swallowing, you nodded, and after a few quick – but torturous – moments, his lips touched yours again. Neither one of you pulled away now, as he held your lips between his in a kiss that none of you realized you’ve been waiting for.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as the movie playing in the background seemed to go silent, and the only important sound in the room was the sound of your hearts beating against each other in your chests, and the sound of your lips brushing against each other in heated kisses. And this created a melody so beautiful that both of you wanted to listen to it for the rest of your lives.


Originally posted by baking-suga-kookies

All through the concert that Jimin sneaked you into, you couldn’t believe that it was truly happening. You were seeing your favorite band perform live only because your husband dared to risk his reputation and his safety by dragging you out of the house, despite his family’s protests.

You knew very well the two of you were going to get into a lot of trouble. You could be kicked out of the house. Out of the family, even.

But as you listened to your favorite song play and watched the reflection of the stage lights in the eyes of the light-haired boy next to you, you didn’t care about anything that was going to happen after tonight.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jimin told you all of a sudden.

You hadn’t even realized you’ve been looking at him all of this time. “Why not?”

“Because this look in  your eyes makes me want to kiss you.”

Overwhelmed by the wide range of emotions you’ve been experiencing, you exhaled slowly, and told him, “Do it,” in a challenging tone.

Jimin wasted no time, pulling you closer to him, and capturing your lips between his before you could change your mind. But you weren’t going to. You were just scared of not getting enough of him, because the feeling of his soft lips moving against yours and his hands roaming up and down your sides, was addicting.

When Jimin pulled away, you saw need in his eyes, and you were sure he saw the same thing in yours.

“Kiss me again,” you whispered.

And he did.

He kept kissing you through every song, and even the songs that you didn’t like very much became your favorite ones when his lips were on yours.

Once the concert was over, and you asked Jimin what his favorite part of the show was, he turned to look at you, and with no hesitation whatsoever, replied, “You.”


Originally posted by xxtaetaexx

Taehyung had already told you that he didn’t want to date anyone else. And yet, despite knowing that he took his marriage seriously, you still felt insecure.

“I don’t understand why you don’t want to go to the ball with me,” Taehyung said, already standing in a suit, on his way out of the door. “It would be really rude of us if I showed up alone since we were both invited.”

“Tell them I’m sick or something,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“No, but tell me the reason why you don’t want to go,” Taehyung continued to push you. “Is it because of me? Do you not want to appear in public with me or something?”

You looked down. “No. It’s rather the opposite.”

“What?” Taehyung frowned in confusion. “What do you mean? You think I don’t want to go out with you?”

You didn’t answer that but you didn’t have to. He understood.

“Y/n, please tell me the reason why you refuse to go to this ball with me isn’t because you think you’re not worthy of me or something,” he said. “Because if it is, then it’s the most stupid reason ever.”

“It’s not stupid,” you told him, finally daring to look up at him again. “Look, if you weren’t stuck being married to me, you could have anyone you want. So, frankly, I just don’t understand why are you even wasting your time with me.”

“First of all, I’m not wasting my time. Second of all, I’m not stuck. I could get out of this marriage if I wanted to. But I don’t.”

“Right. You say that now but your opinion might change,” you said. “Maybe you just don’t realize that you’re out of my league and that under normal circumstances, I’d never have a chance with you. You’d never want me and—”

Your words got stuck in your throat when you felt his lips on yours.  Not pulling away to give you a chance to calm your heart down, Taehyung kissed you harder, trying to show you how wrong you were.

When he finally pulled away, he gave you a small smile. “Sorry. I just didn’t know how else to shut you up.”

“T-that’s okay,” you stuttered.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, you know,” he said then. “And I can’t believe I only dared to finally kiss you when you thought I would never.”

“I’m—” you started but were cut off again.

“If you tell me you don’t believe me when I tell you that I want you, I’m going to have to kiss you again,” he warned. “And I might not pull away this time.”

“B-but the ball…”

“Fuck the ball,” Taehyung said. “I want you to know how much I want you.”


Originally posted by donewithjeon

Jungkook kept walking around the house with his head down, seemingly deep in thought. Even when he was talking to you. Actually, especially when he was talking to you. He wouldn’t even raise his eyes to meet yours.

“Hey, what’s the problem?” you asked him one night when the two of you were hanging out in his bedroom, watching movies. “Last time you looked at me was two centuries ago.”

Jungkook turned his head but didn’t raise his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean look at me,” you said.

“I am,” he replied, but his eyes were on your waist.

“Look me in the eyes,” you said with a groan.

Jungkook bit his lip and slowly allowed his gaze to climb up your body and stop on your eyes.

“Okay, good,” you nodded encouragingly, all while keeping eye contact with him, afraid that if you blinked, he’d look away again. “Now tell me what’s the problem.”

“There’s no problem,” Jungkook insisted but his eyes left yours again.

Sighing, you removed your hands from under the blanket and raised them to cup his face and turn him to look at you. You watched his cheeks turn rosy under your hands at this unexpected action.

“You know what your behavior kind of reminds me of?” you asked him, suddenly smiling.

Jungkook shook his head, not answering.

“Little boys in elementary school. Like, when they have a crush on someone and they’re so scared of that someone finding out. They just steal glances and then completely ignore their crush if a conversation arises.”

Jungkook swallowed slowly. “Are you calling me a little boy?”

“Well, you’re acting like one,” you shrugged your shoulders, letting his face go.

All of a sudden, just as you were removing your hands from his face, Jungkook grabbed your wrists, pushing you backward – so you were forced to lie down on your back – and towering above you.

“I’m not a little boy,” he said, his rosy cheeks now replaced with dilated pupils and an expression so focused, you felt shivers run down your body.

Not sure if you’ll find your voice, you leaned up closer to him. “Prove it.”

Within seconds of these words leaving your mouth, Jungkook roughly placed his lips on yours, forcing you to lie back down on the bed. As you kissed him back, already feeling the lack of air in your lungs, you knew that this wouldn’t end with just kissing. Jungkook was going to prove it to you and he was going to prove it good.

BTS replaced you. - pt.3

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Originally posted by hobixing

“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship. 

“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet. 

“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.

I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.

“Make a wish Y/N.” 

“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.” 

“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled. 

“There’s nothing I want.” 

“But there is, I can tell.”

“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.” 

“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.

“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”

“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.” 

“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words. 

“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.” 

“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.” 

“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.

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“I-it’s not like I Iike you or anything!”

//  fem!JK aka the tsundere of the fem!bangtan squad sorryguysicouldntresist

leave room for jesus.

Originally posted by harryandthecambridges

(steve harrington x reader)

request: Can you do number 8 on the dating prompt for Steve Harrington, pleeeeeease? (dating prompt 8: “Clear the way, senior citizen coming through! He looks 30, but he’s really 100!”)

summary: steve’s been nursing a crush on the reader for a loooong time, and when he finally sees the reader at the snow ball, well, let’s just say that this boy is speechless.

word count: 1,731

a/n: you know, i was gonna wait until tomorrow to post this, but screw it. who needs to ration out story posting anyway?

It had all started when Dustin Henderson had tried hitting on you. You hadn’t really noticed it at first, but then again, you were too preoccupied with making sure that those weird demonic dog things didn’t eat any of the boys alive. But there you were, standing in the middle of Joyce Byers’s kitchen while the lot of you were involved in some weird interdimensional situation that you still weren’t entirely clear on. More importantly, though, was that Dustin was hitting on you.

”Wait, what? Dustin, are you - are you trying to hit on me?” You blinked owlishly at him, watching as his cheeks flushed a little. “Dustin, I’m flattered, but I’m too old for you. I’m like, senior citizen level old for you.”

”What? Ew, no. I’m practicing on you. Steve said that I have to not care, and I need practice not caring. It’s like that, uh, exposure therapy thing.” Dustin had screwed his face up, scrunching his nose to really convey his distaste.

You let out a loud laugh, drawing Steve’s gaze towards you. He watched you for a couple of moments, ignoring the way that his heart was pounding in his chest. You’d only just been thrust into the more dangerous side of his life, but you’d been friends with Steve for years. And he’d been nursing a rather large crush on you for close to the same amount of time.

“Dustin, c’mon. Girls like it when you care. They eat that shit up.”

Steve let out a snort at that, to which you shot him a look. “Shut up, Harrington. He’s too young to get into the head game garbage.” 

”Why do you keep bringing up age?” The curly haired boy looked between you and Steve for a moment, frowning at the two of him. “If you’re senior citizen level, then how old would Steve be?” You had to think about it for a moment as you looked over to Steve, who was watching you carefully.

”He’d be like, a hundred.”

”But like, an attractive hundred year old, right?” Dustin’s words made you pause as you glanced over to Steve. He’d raised his eyebrows at you, a small smirk settling onto his lips as he waited for your answer.

”Sure. He’d be an attractive hundred year old.”

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  • <p> <b>Baekhyun:</b> (3:10am) Guys,is masturbating while smoking weed called masturblazing ??<p/><b>Chanyeol:</b> (3:11am) No,its called highjacking, hmm.<p/><b>Jongdae:</b> (3:11am) Guys, no ,its weedwhacking<p/><b>Kyungsoo:</b> (3:12am) No,its called disSAPOINTING YOUR MOTHER !! STFU AND SLEEP<p/></p>

Creek Round Up from Splatty Tomato:

Craig’s lines:

  • “There, there, Tweek; everything is going to be okay.”
  • “Tweek’s having a panic attack.”
  • “It’s JUST your imagination, Tweek!”
  • “But wait … isn’t Stranger Things just like that movie—“
  • “We’ll help you.”
  • *Craig plays ‘The Superbowl Shuffle’.*
  • “Yeah, it’s Pandora ‘80’s channel.”
  • *Craig plays ‘Gloria’.*
  • *Craig plays ‘Hold On To the Nights’.*
  • “‘Hold On To the Night.’ Richard Marx. 1988.”
  • “Oh, yeah, that’s better.”
  • Dude, maybe your brother didn’t even go looking for the president.”

Tweek’s lines:

  • “It’s the president! GAAAHHHHHH!!!”
  • “Heah, hEah, hEAH, HEAHhhhh!” (Those tiny soft panic attack whimpers, my poor Bb)
  • “I saw what I saw, Craig! You have to believe me!”
  • “It was REAL! He tried to GET ME!”
  • “We’re ALL gonna be missing soon! GeeAHhh!”
  • “Do we really need music?”

Bonus line from Laura Tucker that implies that Creek hung out at Kenny’s house yesterday and he’s doing just fine:

  • “I just talked to the McCormicks. They haven’t seen Tweek or Craig since yesterday!”

Iconic moments:

  • My boi Tweek riding his little bicycle with his purple rain jacket on, what a guy (-:
  • Craig doing his very best to calm Tweek down and he’s not perfect but HE ALWAYS FUCKING TRIES
  • That bitty baby Creek smile (((:
  • Tech Guy Craig liiiiives
  • This scene was just so pretty in general???
  • This scene made me laugh so hard because of Craig’s character development?? He went from, “Oh, great, let’s walk miles through a spooky jungle!” in Pandemic to SIGNING UP to walk miles through the spooky forest. (This time there’s no bitching because he gets to hold a cute boy’s hand)
  • LOOK AT HOW LONG TWEEKS HAIR IS!!!! Also, they all looked so cute in their backpacks ((((:
  • My gays posing in front of the captured president (BIG MOOD)
  • And last but not least, our final look at Creek for season 21!

Here’s hoping for many more Creek moments to come in Season 22!

The Prada Bag

Originally posted by pensamientos-de-una-chica-lunarr

Alright, this might have killed me! A little bit of Black Friday madness, along with some angry & horny Harry. Enjoy! xx - L

You aren’t able to snag a Prada purse on Black Friday, so you wait for it to restock online all weekend- but Harry gets angry you’re staring at your phone instead of him.

Warnings: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 2,353

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