i own you so much

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just taeil things
   ↳ #happytaeilday! ❤

happy birthday to my sun and my moon, vocal king and strony boy moon taeil. it’s been years since we’ve started this journey together and there hasn’t been a single day in which i regretted supporting and loving you. your extraordinary ways, as awkward as they may seem at times, have always managed to put a smile on my face, even on the worst of days. i’m so grateful, and words couldn’t possibly describe that. i hope you feel at least fifty times the amount of happiness that you’ve brought to me on this special day of yours, because you deserve nothing less than utter contentedness and love and i hope whoever surrounds you will give you just that! happy 23rd birthday, taeil! (sub cr.) (sub cr.)

BONUS:

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                                                                                      I could only love in my dreams.

the thing about Bakugou is that, in the limits that his personality allows, he’s soft for Kirishima - he calls him by name, listens to him and always answers him, tries to help him out as best as he can, accepts his help when Kirishima offers it, actively works to make him feel better when he’s down, never yells at him unless it’s an answer to Kirishima’s teasing, has no problems in complimenting him and pointing out his strength, he’s soft for Kirishima

he openly considers him a friend and treats him as such, he cares and doesn’t really try to hide it, though his inexperience in showing that sort of feelings does make him come off as awkward now and again 

I guess what I mean to say is it’d be nice if the fandom could remember that, instead of writing him as angry and prickly and downright offensive and uncaring when dealing with what has been recognized by the canon as his best friend and someone he does enjoy the company of over and over again

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How long have you been planning for Coulson to be the Ghost Rider – and what was Clark Gregg’s reaction to finding out that news?

Jeffrey Bell: To say he was happy, it would be an understatement.
Jed Whedon: I think what he said when we told him was, “I didn’t think I could geek out more,” but he was like, “It seems I can.”
Jeffrey Bell: Yeah, that was what he said. [x]

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⮱ DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION - TRESPASSER | SOLAS COMMENTS ON BULL’S BETRAYAL

“You created a powerful organisation, and now it suffers the inevitable fate of such. Betrayal and corruption. - “It is not that simple.

okay y’all can say i’m reaching and shit 

but

I feel that in this scene Sasuke was questioning Naruto’s question because he thought his actions said everything. It’s as if Sasuke’s saying: “Are you serious, Naruto? You’re asking me ‘why’? Isn’t it obvious?” 

And right after, this happens:

”Hmph… You are an idiot, after all” (and that little smile indicates that Sasuke feels no regret for jeopardising his own life just to protect Naruto)

Whilst Naruto is slowly realising what happened and why Sasuke did this.

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

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Baekhyun is cringing from Suho’s cheesiness while Chen and D.O. remain immune to it
↳ EXO’rDIUM in Singapore, April 2nd 2017 (own fancam)

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I want us to be ravenous for victory until the very end.” - Miyuki Kazuya

Even’s world

Note: Okay so i’m not gonna lie I did ball my eyes out while writing this. - you were warned. 


Even’s fingers danced across Isak’s skin, his fingertips light as a feather gently tracing the outline of the purple bruised pattern in front of him.  He felt his body breaking under the touch of his world’s bruises. Of the pain he has created in front of him. 

Because that’s what he was. 

Isak was his world. 

And Even had ruined that, he had been careless, stupid in thinking that he could protect him from the darkness within him. The piece of him that always broke every single bright and good thing the universe blessed him with. 

Sometimes he thought the universe only gave him these things just to watch him go through the pain of destroying them himself. Of making them disintegrate under his touch. To burn near his presence. 

Even hurt everything

And then everything hated him. 

He shook, his breath shaky and uneven as he took a step back…it took him a moment to realise he was crying, breaking.
He felt his knees buckle, and he waited, waited for himself to crash into a thousand pieces on the ground, to fall apart and never return. To disappear. 

But it never happened. 

Instead he felt the world catch him. 

Felt the worlds arms wrap around him and hold him close. Their breathe right at his ear as the world whispered over and over again “it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault…It. Is. Not. Your. Fault.” 

The words caressed the scars wrapped around Evens heart and made the tears that fell soften into tiny droplets of hope.
He gazed up into his worlds eyes with an expression of pure despair, guilt and love. 

“I am sorry, I am- jesus Isak I knew it, I knew I would hurt you I-“ 

the soft hands of his world, upon his face, Isak’s cheek brushing against his, took all the words right out of him. They evaporated instantly, causing him to forget everything he was thinking as the world whispered right on his lips, 

“Don’t you dare be sorry” 

Isak rested his forehead against Evens as he gazed intently into his loves eyes 

“you never hurt me Even, you save me. Every time. Every damn time” 

Even felt himself inhale the words straight off of Isak’s lips, he felt them enter his body and materialise into a bright light that outshone the darkness and made him feel warm from the centre of his heart to the tips of his eyelashes. 

His arms consumed Isak and held onto his world for dear life. It became an instinct, pulling Isak close, close close, until he could feel, see, breathe nothing but the boy that took it away. The light that captivated everything awful and lonely and cruel in the world, and made Even see nothing but the bright green in his worlds eyes, the crooked tooth in his worlds smile and the warmth in his worlds kiss. 

Isak held him tight that night, and Even held him tighter. Their arms wrapped around each other, their legs intertwined. They lied on their sides, with their faces tucked against each others necks, chest against chest, heart upon heart. 

They slept holding everything they loved in their arms, whispering against each others skin every little thing they loved about the other.

Isak’s touch

Even’s laugh

The way Isak tells Even about every weird dream he has the moment he wakes up

The sound Even makes when Isak kisses the dimple in his cheek

How Isak dances to every song Even plays even if it’s one he hates-for Even he will try

How Even traces the beginning of a piece of art upon Isak’s skin when he can’t sleep, how he says that he doesn’t need a canvas when Isak is already a piece of art. 

How Isak made him believe that he’s not alone

How Even gave Isak a chance to show him. 

Even kissed every single edge and curve of Isak’s face until he was convinced that all he could see was love, not a single trace of the hate left. He let Isak’s body heat warm him and he melted under his worlds touch. He smiled when he felt Isak’s fingertips brush his hair and he whispered again in the night that he was sorry. 

Isak whispered back “say that one more time and I’m making you drink the mystery milk that has been there since we moved in” 

Even laughed and tackled Isak, until he was a writhing giggling mess beneath him.
“You wouldn’t dare” he said before kissing his world into oblivion. 

It was all and it was everything. 

He was everything. 

And he always will be.