i still love you ok bby

nct dream watching a horror movie
  • Chenle: *screams his high pitch chenle scream*
  • Renjun: shh it's ok i'll protect you *tugs chenle closer*
  • Jaemin: i can't watch hold me
  • Jeno: *holds jaemin tightly* i'm here don't worry
  • Mark: *whispers* hyuckie i'm scared
  • Donghyuck: fuck what do you want me to do call ur mom? suck it up u coward and keep watching
fifteen minutes

Originally posted by withjunhui

seungcheol x reader smut

6,760 words

a/n: i had to write this to expel all of the longing n pain over seungcheol that i’ve developed over the past couple of months, so this is basically just my ruminations on what a great boyfriend and ass man i think he’d be. so…if butt stuff isn’t your cup of tea there’s just a lil bit of it in here, nothing wild. enjoy.

~ in which it’s impossible to get a minute alone and there’s not much time to spare, but you and seungcheol make it work

[1:27 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: hey babe are you still up?
[1:27 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: we just got home frm practice
[1:29 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: babe??? pls be awake
[1:33 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I knowww it’s late but 😔 I miss u 😔
[1:36 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: ok. ok it’s fine. ur probably cuddled up in bed fast asleep right now. I know u worked late.
[1:37 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: it’s fine love u I’ll just talk to u tomorrow then
[1:39 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: but wait ✋ I have a real problem bby!!! I know u would want to help me out.
[1:39 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I’m really doing this for u so u don’t feel guilty 😇
[1:40 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I’m calling you

 You knew there was no such thing as the “perfect boyfriend"—that was just something pre-teen girls whispered about at slumber parties. But once upon a time you had been that pre-teen girl, and while Sojung and Jiyeon cut out bits of male celebrities from teen magazines to create an absolute monstrosity (with Zac Efron’s abs and Ryan Gosling’s eyes and Chris Evans’ hair), you had drafted the complete list of every personality trait, hobby, and talent your dream man had to have.

 These qualifications included but were not limited to: eight-pack abs, the ability to cook a meal so delicious it would make your own mother weep out of jealousy, thoughtfulness so much so that he’d bring you little gifts home just because he was thinking of you, the ability to make you laugh so hard that you cried, he had to be able to play the piano and the guitar and the drums, loyalty to you and only you, passion, ambition but not enough so that he’d put his own goals over your needs, he had to have the emotional maturity to be able to cry during The Notebook, and most importantly, he had to be good at math (because you definitely were not). Preferably, he’d also like all the same things you did and want to get a corgi when you got married.

 12-year-old You had it all figured out, but 22-year-old You knew that perfect man simply did not exist…still, Seungcheol came pretty close.

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Miraculous Ladybug season 2

ok I’m just gonna say it but


I already knew but STILL

also my bby Adrien was so sad when he realized his dad could be Hawkmoth aww

And frikin Marinette good on you girl for telling the truth at the end

Also tikki playing with master fus kwami was adorable omg


I feel like he suspects who ladybug and chat noir are tho and I’m scared for my children

dej-okay  asked:

okay but consider this peter parker wouldn't be able to sleep without his special blanket (It's Ben's old one don't fight me on this) and when he can't find it he needs you (for the 800 followers thing) aND BABY I AM SO PROUD OF YOU, LOOK AT YOU GO, YOU PRECIOUS, SWEET THING SHDHEHE

Ok, oops, I misread, BUT it’s still sweet and good, I promise. I adore you, bby!

Also, note that this is actually part of a much longer imagine that I’m working on for the lovely miss who requested this tidbit, so you will see this part again later.

Peter had been blowing up your phone for the past two days, texting you at all hours, constantly checking in on you since you had fallen down the stairs in your rush to get to class. He’d actually been the one to find you at the bottom, tears welling up in your eyes and a tear in your jeans where you’d hit and skid across the tile, twisting your knee and shredding the skin.

He’d surprised you with his strength, and then again when he’d delicately tucked you into his chest, lifting you up from the ground with careful arms behind shoulders and a rapidly bruising knee, taking you to the nurse. You’d nearly laughed out loud, laughed at yourself when your body reacted to his closeness even after taking a tumble; the way your body felt pressed into the lines of his, the fluttery tingling you felt between nerves that were burning, how soft his voice had been as he’d uttered feathery words like: “It’s OK, you’re OK, I’ve got you.”

“Please, please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry, and I don’t have any tissues, so you’ll have to wipe your nose on my sleeve, and it’ll just be one big mess. We can’t have that, can we?” His face had been inches from yours, concern painting his eyes as he looked down at you.

“No, we can’t. No snot for you,” giving him a watery smile, face tight as you’d tried to get up from the floor; his hands were quick, and warm, and sweet as one wrapped around your shoulder, fingertips brushing at the bare skin of your neck, a calloused thumb hovering over a delicate collar bone, the other tethering your thigh to tile.

“No, no, let me, your knee looks bad, it’s already changing colors,” his brown eyes were asking permission and his cheeks were flushing with color, funny eyebrows raised and waiting for your answer.

“Y-yeah, OK, t-thank you, Peter,” without even thinking your nose had pressed into the crook of his neck as soon as he had you in his arms and off the ground, drawing in the scent of the heated skin there, all sunshine, honey, and musky rain clouds, “I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t hurt like hell.”

“I-I kn-know,” words stumbling out of him as your breath puffed against fine airs, tickling, moisture teasing, unbeknownst to you, leaving smatterings of goosebumps over tensing arms and an excited heart, “almost there.”

He’d stayed with you in the office, elbows on his knees and a pointy chin in his hands with caramel-flecked eyes that watched your every move as you lay there, knee propped up on a stack of pillows, pack of ice balancing precariously where it was most swollen. His sweater had come off at the first sign of a shiver from you.

“Please?” His fingertips brushing past yours as he passed it to you.

“Thanks, Parker,” brushing hair out of your eyes, using long, shy lashes as blinds, avoiding what rested beneath his own for fear of giving yourself away.

“Yeahyeah, no problem.”

He surprised you again when on the third day of your absence he was there, knocking at your bedroom door and peeking a head covered in messy brown curls past the frame. You moved quickly to cover your legs with your blanket, self-consciousness immediately kicking in at the sight of him so close to the bubble of your safe space, at the thought of him seeing your legs bare, at seeing you in a tank top, at seeing you in your bed in your room where his eyes had never been before.

“P-parker, what are you doing here?” He hadn’t pushed the door open yet, careful eyes scanning your face, eager fingers peeking past the wood.

“Can I – Is it OK that I come in?” You were nodding before your brain had time to process that Peter Parker, the boy who constantly blinded you with dazzling smiles and a heart made of the sun, who was secretly strong but always gentle, was entering your world. It was strange that it felt such a big thing, like it was important, like it should be noted, even though it was happening now with no ceremony, no bells or whistles, just rattling nerves and shaky smiles.

“Yeah, yes, enter at your own risk,” sweaty fingers pointing up at the sign hanging above his head. When he walked past that threshold and into a new world where Peter suddenly existed where you did, and his shoulders shook as he laughed, eyes crinkling and cheeks pushing at baggy, tired puffs of sleeplessness, your heart settled and you released a breath, deciding that this was good and you very much liked him here, with you.

Even when he stood in the middle of your room, hands stuffed in pockets, backpack hanging off of one shoulder and messing up the plaid collar peeking from under a grey sweater. Even when those chocolate eyes scanned over the little secret pieces of yourself, secret pieces that weren’t a secret to him anymore, and a lazy smile had found those lips. Even when he finally turned to you and stared, words lost, like perhaps he too was beginning to realize the step he’d just taken.

“I like your room,” he managed, “did you do those?” He pointed to the push board you had decorated with sketches of flowers, the moon, famous faces, your childhood home, and him. You were praying he hadn’t noticed the one of him. You nodded, trying to rein in the panic and prepare yourself for the embarrassment when he did.

If he saw, he was gracious and kind, as he always was and said nothing, “They’re amazing. I had no idea you liked to draw.”

“Sometimes,” your eyes followed him as he moved to take a seat at the end of your bed, dropping his backpack at his feet, “it’s all about inspiration.” You didn’t miss the pale pink coloring the tops of his ears as he took your words in. Of course he’d seen. His eyes focused on his hands, tracing the lines of his palms, as seconds turned into a minute, maybe two where you just watched him and he worked studiously to avoid your eyes. His silence was too much, he was too much, pink ears, dark eyelashes, and fidgety fingers were too much, so you broke it.

“What are you doing here, Parker?” Curls jostled, settling over too-big ears and temples as he whipped his head towards you to catch your voice and offer a sheepish smile.

“Right, sorry,” unzipping his bag, he pulled out an old, ratty looking quilt that smelt overwhelmingly of him, passing it over to you with this vulnerable look on his face and in his eyes, “I wanted to bring you this, you-you know, for comfort. To help you, with your knee. It’s mine-well, is mine now. It was my uncle’s before, you know,” Before you could say anything, before you could tell him in so many words that your heart was now a sopping puddle of adoration full of the heaviness of his gesture, he was already talking again, silence having been broken, he was now a bundle of nerves, an open heart, and a blur of words.

“Anyway, here’s all of the homework you’ve missed. I took notes for you, and I thought that I could, um, maybe go over them with you, h-help you with your make-up work and studying, or whatever,” he was digging in his bag again. Your fingers traced over swirling patterns and faded colors as you watched the way his mouth moved around the sounds, lost in thought, lost in all of the walls crumbling and the feel and smell of this new world you existed in, lost in that feeling you’d had many times since that day in chemistry where you realized how much you wanted his lips to know yours, too.

“Oh, and I got you these,” you looked up to the crinkling plastic of your favorite snack and a nervous smile, “I know you like them. I’ve seen you with a bag almost every day at lun-” you cut him off with a kiss to the cheek, too afraid of what else would change if you’d pressed at his lips instead, if you’d thanked him where your eyes always hovered, lingering, trying your best to convey everything you were feeling through the warmth blossoming where bodies were connected by blushing cheeks and blushing lips.

“Oh,” he whispered, like he’d clued in, like he was smiling, like he was singing.

“Thanks, Park-Peter. Peter.

“Yeahyeah, no, uh, no problem,” he whispered again, eyes wide and full of the sun. Your fingers were pacing over fabric again.

“About this homework -”

“Right, right, so in Physics,” and he was a blushing mess as his fingers shuffled through the papers he’d brought you, smile on his face that brought that feeling right back, lips unsated, lips wanting more now that they’d stepped into that known world of his skin.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I love your work. I was wondering if you have any fanfiction recommendations or works that you took inspiration from etc.

Hiya! Glad you’re enjoying what I’ve got to offer :). Most of my inspiration comes from other fandoms, but I’m going to assume you’re here for TMR-LV/HP stuff and spare you the details of non-Harry Potter works, haha.

The classic stuff for TMR|LV/HP that you find on every rec list ever is definitely applicable. Here’s a few stranger stuff that don’t get rec’d as often:

Anything from strangesoulmates, because I have a crush on every single thing they write. They’ve got snippets of TMR/HP goodness you absolutely can’t miss on tumblr; I’ll link their Ao3 too: Strange_Soulmates.

Anything from terrific-lunacy​, because hello fellow weird AU writer who does it 10x better than me. Like seriously. They are the bomb. Here’s their Ao3: Terrific_Lunacy.

Moratorium by Darkpetal16 (FFnet link)

Harry Potter was never a good little child. Harry Potter learned the hard way early on, that the good only won in stories and fairy tales, and so to adapt, Harry Potter chose not to be such a good little girl anymore. Gray!Harry Dark!Harry Manipulative!Harry Fem!Harry F!Harry -COMPLETE-

This is a TMR/fem!Harry. Now hold up before you screech and scream, this fem!Harry is one of the best you’re gonna get (in fact, I can only think of one better). A delightfully odd Harry + horcrux possession + world domination shenanigans = a beautiful disaster. I will put this under strange because there’s enough variation to it that you’re not getting overloaded with clichés.

 Happily Ever Afterish by funnyjester (FFnet link)

Harry gets whisked away into the wondrous worlds of Fairy tales. And who is his very own ‘knight and shining Armor?“ Why Voldemort of course. HP/LV

Boy if you enjoy fairytale twists, you’ll enjoy this. Think Red Riding Hood, Nutcracker, Swan Lake…all with a humorous tweak. It’s pleasantly weird, distressingly incomplete (but not to the point where you can’t enjoy a read). Each chapter is a different fairytale, which is why I’m not hesitant in rec-ing this despite its incompletion.

Catullus 16 by eldritcher (Ao3 link)

Grindelwald invades. Dumbledore goes to Canterbury.
Voldemort hibernates under fur blankets. Harry discovers sex.

Our story begins there. It ends somewhere else.

Speaking of rec-ing incomplete works… Ok in my defense, this fic is 3 chapters away from being done and the author is active enough I can 100% say it’ll get done…eventually. If you follow the LV/HP tag on Ao3 you might see this on the front page sometimes, so need I say more?

I am definitely in love with the writing, and if you love literature/philosophy references, smut, plot, and different takes on LV, then you will love this fic too. Oh, and did I mention angst, because I bawled like a baby at certain points. Settle down and prep your tissue box (for tears, for wanking, whichever you prefer…maybe both and maybe at the same time too, watch out).

Edit: NOW COMPLETE! Go read this. Go. Please.

The Classical Life series by Spatzi (Ao3 link)

A collection of PWP drabbles involving Tom Riddle, a brilliant young tutor, and his wunderkind charge, Harry Potter, as they tackle classical music, books, history, and disjointed thoughts spawned by their growing attraction to one another.

Draaabble fics! These are very short, but a lovely read (especially if you like music). Since it’s a drabble collection, it’s never really complete, but you can totally see it as that way. Just something to read after you finish bawling your eyes out over some angsty TMR|LV/HP fic as we shippers are wont to do.

Little Seer by HuskyWalker (FFnet llink)

Voldemort won the first war. Harry is happy to live as an unnoticed squib at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, visions and rebels don’t allow that and Harry soon catch the attention of the dark lord.

I really love seer!Harry, and I really love LV-won-the-war!AUs, so combine them both and you get this fic (which has my love). Long and fulfilling with an on-point characterization of Harry.

Victory Day by WhiteWave14 (FFnet link)

Harry grew up in a Rebel camp with Sirius after Voldemort’s triumph over Wizarding Britain. Burdened by the Prophecy, he begins to doubt the Rebels’ morals and slowly gets caught in his fascination for a certain Dark Lord. AU. Slow-paced slash, HPLV.

Umph. Speaking of lovely characterization, there’s this fic. This fic, that is lovely and full of plot and angst and everything that is supposed to come with an TMR-LV/HP relationship, on top of all the external problems that are supposed to besiege them because trouble likes Harry just about as much as a parent loves their child.

And you know what? It’s in first person PoV. That’s right. FIRST PERSON. NARRATOR!HARRY. It is incredibly rare that a first person fanfic is well written and complete. If anything, that fact alone makes it strange in my book, so on my list it goes!

Servants of the Malleus Maleficarum by Belargis (FFnet link)

Fate is relentless. The greatest threat to the magical world in 300 years is stalking the lands. Myth is reality and a Lord of All Magic, protector of the whole Wizarding World has been named. Hermione is psychotic, and in love. Harry has a destiny. “I will tear anyone apart who gets in my way!” LV/HP (Slash) HG/SS. Also contains Horror,Mystery,Humour. COMPLETE

tbh Belargis writes my favorite Voldemort so of course this is on the list. (That means go read their other works too, cough cough.) Basically without spoiling the whole damn thing, there are references to witch trials and Christianity, so if literature painting those in a negative light is uncomfortable to you, don’t read. Otherwise, this hella fits into my strange fic book; 10/10 am still reading again 5ever.

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by ToAStranger (Ao3 link)

Voldemort is dead. It’s Christmas, and Harry’s just opened a gift from Fred and George Weasley.

Ok so now you’re probably thinking, “that’s hella LV/HP and while I love me some harrymort, where is tomarry those bbys need some lovin’” and so I give you this fic. This fic is my f a v o r i t e time travel AU; it has literally ruined me for every other time traveling post-LV!Harry fic (ok maybe not literally every other one, because I do have a few exceptions, but.)

This fic will make you happy, then it’ll make you sad, then it’ll make you happy again while you cry tears of sadness. Then it’ll make you really really happy again. So. Enjoy.

Wand Cores by Lydia-kitten (FFnet link)

Harry Potter, weathered wizarding warrior in his mid-twenties, finds himself in 1940. Albus is coming up with a theory, and an adolescent Tom Riddle, torn between feeling threatened and piqued, acquires a controversial mentor. Hallows, spell-making, horror, politics and witty banter, served with a Grindledore sidedish. Slow and slightly disturbing TR/HP. First chapters re-polished.

“INCOMPLETE!” you cry. “YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T!” Yeah well I also mentioned an exception in my previous rec, and I couldn’t just say that sort of thing without actually giving you what that exception was.

You know those post-war!time-travel!Harry-mentors-Tom!AUs? Well. This, my friend, is what I consider the peak of those fics. It is very very very very slow, and there’s also some underage tones going on (though no underage sex), but the dynamics between these two are just. They blow me away.

Iridescent by BloodyWar2411 (FFnet link)

AU; No Magic. Tom Riddle: A mob boss. Draco Malfoy: A vengeful prick. Harry Potter: Stuck as a cleaning boy for Tom’s office as a way to make up for something Draco claimed he did. Bottom Line: Damn all rich people to hell.

If we’re talkin’ about tomarry non-magic AUs I think this is a must to mention. Anything non-magic fits the strange list! This Harry is a BAMF and this Tom is the only one who can match him. You know what’s even better? That that’s true vice versa as well.

The Kiss of Knowledge and Temptation by InkWave (FFnet link)

TMR/HP AU. As a sixth year Harry Potter did something that the entire school had been trying for years, he gained Head Boy Tom Riddle’s full and complete attention, by saving his life. The pursuit of hidden knowledge draw them together, maybe changing the world isn’t as difficult as Tom Riddle thought. Explicit Sexual Content

This is like, 90% smut, but I’m rec-ing it anyway because the other 10% is delightfully uncommon tomarry shenanigans. If you’re not interested in reading smut, probably don’t read this, or put it on the back-burner, but if you are, the background plot is a nice bonus. Also fine, it’s not complete, but the point that it’s left off on will do. You can’t really have cliffhangers when only 10% of the fic is plot. 

Viva la Vida by Tiki Rane Gobell (FFnet link)

Tom Riddle was secure in his own little world he had built for himself: a secret dark lord that was ruler of magical Great Britain. He had everything he ever wanted…until Harry Potter came into his life. LV(TR)/HP

Dimension hopping! In the grand scheme of things, that’s not all too strange, but this fic has Harry doing the wooing/chasing/pursuing, which I think is really rare in this fandom. Also can I just say I really like mildly-off-his-rocker!Harry? I’m saying it.  

I hope this list gives you more things to read, anon! Apologies for all the FFnet links; most of these just aren’t on Ao3. 

anonymous asked:

what happened to @allthingsgrilledcheese? i haven't seen you guys post any simself pics w/ her, or talk about her, or anything. i mean, i know she's on hiatus, but are you guys not friends anymore? or is it just that she's on hiatus?

we’re still friends!!!! she’s on hiatus and hasn’t been on discord in a while (or at least where i am), so we haven’t been talking much and we’re all 100% okay with that! i feel like it’d be weird to put people who aren’t actively part of the chat into selfsim posts, so i guess it’s more just respecting manda’s space i spose???? but yea manda if u see this i love u bby i hope ur doing ok :*

ps. i feel like this is a good time 2 say that people’s presences inevitably come and go, i don’t think it’s right to expect someone to be here all the time!!! i think it’s important to let people have space without treating it like a disaster. idk maybe i’m feeling zen atm (unlikely)

anonymous asked:

UMMMM?? So Far From the Tree is probably my favorite fic of all time???????!! Having Mal being the protective girlfriend is the cutest thing and ??!!???!❤️️❤️️💗

Mal is such the protective girlfriend!!! But like, still Mal at the same time????? Like if you look at Evie the wrong way she will literally snap you in half and burn your corpse but then turn right around to smooth back Evie’s hair like “ignore them bby are u ok? I got u some ice cream. Love you.”

kellin quinn appreciation post

ok so here we have kellin quinn trying to be badass and not giving a fuck. applause.

and here we have kellin smiling with a beanie on top of his head and he def should put more beanies on his head bc cute af

i love this picture so much because i love his smile and you should too because it’s a blessing from above

cool (((((((((;

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What If...?

I don’t usually like to come up with theories myself, but I was wondering about the scene in Episode 10 when all of the skaters were walking towards the ice rink and the intense “build-up” music was playing in the background. 

The writers really like doing that subtle foreshadowing thing, so what if the way they’re ordered here is correlated to their upcoming ranking? 

JJ gets sixth. Makes sense at this point, since he suffered a huge blow during his last skate, and I’m not sure that he can make up the points now. (Sorry JJ)

Chris gets 5th. Maybe that mysterious suited guy (the one who “comes too early” (yeah nice subtlety writers)) will have something to do with his performance? The man seems like an extremely random character to throw in last moment, and the implications almost make it seem like he’s Chris’s lover. Maybe something will happen between them that messes with Chris’s performance?

OR, MORE LIKELY, Chris may just end up losing the motivation he once had while he was competing with Victor. It’s said multiple times that they tend to thrive off of one another, and if Victor isn’t there, maybe his will to fight will diminish. 

Otabek gets 4th. We still haven’t seen his free skate, and we still don’t know much about him, but they certainly haven’t built him up as much as the other skaters (at least in my opinion). So honestly, I can’t really see him coming in on the podium. Frankly, if he does, I think a lot of people would be disappointed, since he seems to exist as a device (I’M SORRY I STILL LOVE YOU) for Yuri’s development. 

Phichit gets 3rd. Personally, I would just love to see him next to Yuuri - they’ve shown us how long these two have been together as friends, and now that we’ve seen more of Phichit’s backstory (PRECIOUS BBY), this seems more likely. Of course, this correlates with my HAMSTER META THEORY where phichit is gripping his “bronze” hamster: (I KNOW I’M FCKN PATHETIC OK)


Yurio comes in second. It would make sense considering he just broke Viktor’s world record. I’m almost 100% certain that this angry muffin isn’t going to get gold, because he’s simply too young and he’ll have plenty of opportunities to try and receive it in the future, as opposed to Yuuri or Chris, who are much older. And then, finally…

Yuuri takes the gold with a perfect performance of Yuri on Ice! It would make sense, since he’s flubbed his free skate every single time we’ve seen it (not usually to a huge extent, but enough). If it’s true that he and Victor’s story (whether it be as coach/student or otherwise) is coming to a close, and is no longer developing, I’m guessing this means that Yuri on Ice is going to be finally complete, and he’ll pull off his best performance yet. 

I didn’t really think much of this scene until they threw this at us again in the final OP in the same order, starting with JJ and ending with Yuuri.

So, really, I wonder if the writers are trying to point something out to us? Or maybe I’m just over-analyzing like everyone else haha. 

llss2 ep 1 live bloggin part 1

•its been 2 minutes in and mari has spoken about 10 english phrases

•gdi mari i love u but u gotta stop

•where is my muse bait?? ? ? i want some muse bait bc im thirst


•who the fuck called

•i ssTG if ur going back to america or something





•kanan ur still holding her in ur arms how BUFF ARE YOU TO BE HOLDING HER

•shiitake best idol btw

•what kind of yawn was that chika it sounded like a crow


•dont leave dia out : (((

•man aqours gettin better equipment than muse ever did



•hanamaru aint messin with yohanes shit this episode



•why they puttin lip gloss on mari’s lips

•oh shit it too late

adele songs: a summary
  • daydreamer: 🚶👀👌
  • best for last: #friendzoned
  • chasing pavements: i'm tired, can i stop running now?
  • cold shoulder: stop ignoring me for ur side hoe
  • crazy for you: 🍆😏
  • melt my heart to stone: scarred by ur love
  • first love: ok this was cute but nah
  • right as rain: it's fun to be problematic
  • make you feel my love: i'll torture myself 4 u bby
  • my same: this song is about laura dockrill
  • tired: update: still tired from chasing ur ass
  • hometown glory: look at me slightly decrepit hood
  • rolling in the deep: fuck u feat. cool gang slang
  • rumour has it: I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM, GUYS
  • turning tables: stop being problematic
  • don't you remember: bc i mean u literally dated adele™
  • set fire to the rain: one time i lit a cig in the rain ha
  • he won't go: will not be performed live
  • take it all: literally just steal all my shit idgaf
  • i'll be waiting: come baaaaaaaaaaack
  • one and only: u + me = ❤️
  • lovesong: bby adele went to a cure concert #truefacts
  • someone like you: tears on tears...literally just cry here
  • skyfall: ***spoiler alert*** it's the bond fam's estate
  • hello: tele-communicative harassment, a v quality crime
  • send my love (tynl): send my tay idea (to adele to slay)
  • i miss you: 🍆😏🍆😏🍆😏🍆😏🍆😏🍆
  • when we were young: old
  • remedy: i am adelesus, savior of you from all shit
  • water under the bridge: sidele > life water
  • river lea: look at me formerly local polluted river
  • love in the dark: turn the lights on ffs
  • million years ago: why do you all hate me now
  • all i ask: idek but dem vocals tho
  • sweetest devotion: MAH CHILD 👼🙌

elitaxne  asked:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY!!! Hope you have a fantastic day! <3333

// ayyyyyy thank you so much bby ;3; you have no idea how happy this makes me!

It’s already past midnight now, but it was an ok day, had dinner at my “sister-friend” and spent some quality time with my 1-year-old “nephew”. He adored the gifts I brought him, even the clothes! He wanted to wear them immediately even if they were a bit large still :‘3 ahahaha poor baby!

Also, washed dishes for 4 hours but you should have seen the MOUNTAIN of them, there was no way I could leave before everything was done. Gotta help out where you can.


POKEMON AU!!!!!  (that I’m still sketching out and stuff haha)


Kuroo is a very loving trainer who’s always like “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU BBY ILU” after every battle

Hinata aspiring to be the best bird trainer ever

I have more ideas for other characters but I can’t draw as fast as my mind works hahaha… Also there’s a comic in progress?! Aaaand yeah. I fucking love Pokemon ok this has been with me my entire life /)v(\

{ HALSTON SAGE. } *.:。♦ ⋅ ⋆ — i present to you, maya hart, a twenty one year old hailing from girl meets world that has been in town for two months. a bisexual, this cisfemale is known for being artistic, as well as closed off. rumor has it, she has little memories. (cassidy, 17,pst && she/her.).

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last text from each of the signs (requested)
  • Taurus: “summer is here”
  • Cancer: “no, I definitely want to be friends!”
  • Gemini: “Ilysm too bby”
  • Leo: “please get me a juice pouch”
  • Libra: “it is ok brother”
  • Scorpio: “yikes, guess who just spilled ice cream”
  • Sagittarius: “do you still wanna walk on the beach at midnight?”
  • Capricorn: “If you were in Ohio rn I'd invite you to come over and watch. 😁”
  • Aquarius: “lmao my mom says hi”
  • Pisces: “I looooovveee avocado”
this chapter was a roller coaster of emotions for me
  • sakura releasing her seal: HEEELL YEAH FUCKING RIGHT U GO MY GURL I KNEW IT HELL YES!!!!
  • sakura being stabbed: WAIT WUT 
  • the rest of the team reacting to sakura: LMAO DORKS SHE’S FIIIINEEE DON’T WORRY 
  • sasuke rushing to save sakura: woAAAAH NO SUPRISE GO SAVE UR GIRL BBY GOOO OTPOTPOTPOTP
  • sakura unable to beat the shit outta madara like we know she can: FUCK U MADARA F U C K  U
  • sasuke and sakura trying to beat the shit outta madara together: OTPOTPOTPOTP
  • naruto worrying about sakura: woAAAH NO SURPRISE EITHER omg i’m getting team 7 feels it’s genin days all over again jfc someone hold me
  • naruto holding sakura: i can almost hear narusaku shippers getting wet over this small, insignificant and expected thing lmao whatev SAKURA DOESN’T CARE SHE STILL LOVES SASUKE LMAO
  • sakura sad because sasuke “doesn’t seem to care”: GGGUURRRL U BLIND? HE WAS THERE TRYING TO SAVE YOU HE CARES HE’S JUST SASUKE CHILLAX like honestly no one expects him to be all “omgomg saku-chan u ok?” and stuff that would be ooc because oh wow hE IS SASUKE!!! he cares in his very own way bby it’s okay
  • madara’s asshole moves: i’m scared and excited at the same time is that normal

so yeah, now i’m terrifyingly excited for next chapter, can next tuesday come quick please?