i want to flow with you

anonymous asked:

Hi there! First of all, I LOVE your page. You write so many amazing prompts and have helped me get through my writers block multiple times! So I’ve had an idea for a book that i’ve carried with me for 4 years now. I finally sit down and start writing it and the ideas just flow out of me. Which is great, but I just found out there are several books out that are very similar to my idea and I’m super bummed. Has this ever happened to you??

Literally every idea has probably been done in some way, shape or format before. Screw it. Write the story you want to write - no one can tell it like you do. 

(Also yes)

Tom Holland Drabble Prompt

Requested by @crimsonuniverse47 from this list! 

“You make me want things I can’t have.”


Clad in your evening best, you and Tom walked arm in arm into the banquet hall. Tom had been invited to a special gala event, and you were his plus one. The dress code was black tie; Tom’s all black, sleek suit fit his body perfectly. You were radiant, dress hung and flowed seamlessly. The cut of it enhancing your body type. 

“You look gorgeous,” Tom said, eyes wide with hunger. At the table, his hand laid on your thigh, dangerously close to your center. 

“Tom,” you whispered, raising your eyebrows. “Not here.” 

“I can’t help it, darling. You make me want things I can’t have,” Tom bounced his leg up and down, checking his watch every five minutes. 

Once the event was finished and you two climbed back into the car to go home, Tom sighed loudly. 

“God, you looked irresistible tonight,” Tom kissed you with intense passion. “Home. Now.”


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Wonwoo - Small World (13)

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Originally posted by wonuflake


You and Jay had been working on lyrics for a couple of days.  You weren’t quite sure how to write rap lyrics, as most of your own compositions so far had been ballads, but you were putting your all into it.  Jay already had his part complete, but wanted you to be able to put your own touch on the song.

“I just don’t know if it’ll flow together well.” you said to him after the third day of doubting yourself.

“Y/n, trust me. It’s gonna be great.  It’s a song about having a crush and dating. In the song I’m singing about being single and wanting to date the girl. Your lyrics will work just fine. If anything, we can use that towards our music video and have it be a love that didn’t happen.” Jay said, smiling.

“Music video?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah. They told you we’d be shooting a music video right?” he asked.

“Actually, no they didn’t.  But that sounds fun.”

You heard a knock at your door and turned around to see Wonwoo and Mingyu there.

“Oh hey guys!” you said, standing up to meet them.

“Sorry, are we early?” Wonwoo asked, looking between you and Jay.

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anonymous asked:

How can i make my conlang sounds fluid and not like a collection of short words, kind of Mandarin. Like this in Dutch : Ik gaf hem het cadeau voor hem en haar (I gave him the gift for her and him)

Work with the phonotactics. Both languages you mention sound halting because they have a lot of coda consonants. Try upping the number of vowels per word, and getting rid of, or limiting coda consonants. Also have fewer voiceless stops (they break up the flow). Work around with sounds until it sounds the way you want it to. Do that before you start working on the actual conlang (i.e. its grammar and everything) so you know how to direct its sound when you start creating the grammar. This will make sure what you end up with sounds the way you want it to.

Last (angst)

Anonymous: Can I request from the ’ soft angst starters ’ thingy? ’ I trusted you ’ for Jinwoo/JinJin 🙈

request a line from here!

Title: Last (JinJin/Jinwoo)
Genre: Angst, comfort
Words: 830
A/N: Aghhh~ I don’t think this was soft angst, sorry. I go overboard with angsts. Anyway, enjoy!

p.s. Cancer - twenty one pilots

Originally posted by starryeunwoo


I trusted you,” the hurt in Jinwoo’s voice makes you flinch, you bite the inside of your cheek. Your heart was beating wildly. You messed everything up and you didn’t know how to fix it.

But you just wanted him to get better.

“Jinwoo–” you try to explain.

“No, Y/N. I trusted you and you betrayed me. You…you told them!” he spat wildly, furious tears flowing out of his eyes. You look at your boyfriend’s state. Jinwoo was standing on the edge of the rooftop, his hospital gown flapping in the wind. Dark circles hung below his eyes, his lips were slightly chapped, the lively brown colour of his hair looked faded. He looked so close to oblivion.

You held back your tears. You didn’t want him to disappear. Never.

“Jinwoo, please, come here.” you plead, outstretching your arms even if he couldn’t reach for it because of the wide space between the two of you. Your lips quiver as you try to hold back the river of tears. Life was pretty fucked up. Why Jinwoo, of all people? Why him when he had so much to live for? When he had so many fans waiting for him? When he was JinJin, the great and cheerful leader of Astro? Why the fuck is this happening?

When Jinwoo became distant with his other members, you knew that they would notice something was wrong. You knew they would sense it. You knew that questions would rise and it would reach their fans. And it would be a disaster that your boyfriend had to handle. He had so much in his hands already.

That’s why you told them. You went to them, crying. You sobbed and sobbed, telling them what you had promised a secret to Jinwoo. You told them about his cancer.

And he found out.

That’s why you and he were here on the rooftop, trying to connect. Trying to make sense of the chaotic world. It was too much for you to handle. And it was much much worse for Jinwoo.

“I…Y/N, I don’t want to be vulnerable in front of them.” his voice cracked as he looked at you, his hair was tousled by the wind. “I want to be that JinJin they always knew. That happy-go-lucky guy. And when I found out about it…about this…it devastated me. I can’t…I had so much to do yet. But now, I’m weak, vulnerable…useless. I’m nothing Y/N. No one needs me anymore.”

You saw the hopeless look of his eyes before he dropped down on the concrete. You ran to him, gathering the boy you loved so much in your arms. You buried your nose in his hair and he still smelled like strawberries and mint. Still the same boy, just a broken shell.

Jinwoo cried rivers into your neck while you rubbed his back with your palm, making tiny swirls. The wind blew softly against you and Jinwoo and it dried the small tears in your cheeks.

“Jinwoo, it’s…you’re not useless, okay? You’re not weak. I…I still need you because if I didn’t then I should have ditched you already. But I didn’t because I love you so so so much. Because you have that love I need. And what I want doesn’t fuck with cancer. I don’t care if you have cancer, I still love you. I still need you. You’re still my Jinwoo…my JinJin.”

This time both of you were crying into each other, your arms wrapped around each other while you both trembled with sobs. It was a moment before Jinwoo spoke in his dry hoarse voice, “You know that I’ll die soon, right?”

You force a chuckle–something that sounded so strange yet wonderful in the atmosphere of sadness, “I know, Jinwoo, I know. I just don’t care. I still love you.”

Jinwoo pulled back to hold your face with his cold clammy fingers, and you realized that he was thinking about his death again. That he was giving you telepathic messages on what to do when he dies.

He was probably telling you to find a new man. To travel around the world like you always dreamed. To follow your dreams. To do something out of your comfort zone. To be free.

And you were probably telling him that you will. That you would do it all…with him. That you still believed even if it was a hopeless case. Even if his death was inevitable.

He probably got your message because he tilted his head and kissed you. The world had turned upside down. It didn’t matter if his lips were slightly chapped or that his fingers were so cold. You didn’t care. You loved him too much to care. You loved him too much to ignore the hurt you know you’ll be experiencing soon. The devastating reality hitting you in the face one day.

For now, it was just you and Jinwoo, holding onto each other and kissing as if it’s the last.

Simple Shower Spells

-I see a lot of love for bath spells, but some of us just don’t have access to bathtubs, whether we are at college, camps, or homes without them

-There are ways to modify them, but some can’t be altered that significantly, or you may not want to change the energy or power by disrupting the original ritual

-Here are some basic ideas on how to make a good shower:

•Cleanse and charge the shower head. Give it the intent to imbue your water with whatever properties you wish

•Simple rhymes can have so much power. Focus on the water flowing down, and the drain taking it away. This can create powerful energy.

•Some sample spells include,

“As the water flows down from above,

I call down beings of love”

OR

“Just as the water goes down the drain,

There goes all of my troubles and pain”

•Similar rhymes, or small variations will make very powerful small rituals, especially with intent. Even just keeping the first lines the same every time can give those power each time you shower.

•At the end of the shower, do another simple rhyme or ritual ender. This can make everything feel far more powerful, and even amplify some of the other rituals if you have the right ending ritual.

Enjoy, and share if you see an idea! Also feel free to add your own ideas or experiences in the reblogs!!

Simple Magic Series: Paper Magick

I made this post a while ago, so I’m just copy-pasting it here!


Paper Magic/Paper Witchcraft is the use of paper and writing to cast spells/hexes/curses on others, objects, or yourself. The main method of going about this is writing the incantation on the paper and using a method to release the energy now in the paper. Think of the intent of your spell while writing it down so the energy flows through your arms and into the paper. The activation of your spell depends on the type you’re doing.

Spells for yourself: If you’re writing a spell for yourself, you might want to release the energy from the spell into the universe for it to manifest. You can do this by burning, ripping, or otherwise destroying it. If it is a spell that you need to keep on you, whether you enchant the paper or turn it into a charm, you could also fold the paper and keep it with you.  

Curses/Hexes: This method of activation could be the same as above, releasing energy, or you could get a bit more creative with it. Say you’re putting a curse on someone. Write the incantation on the paper and stash it somewhere they go frequently. Their bag, desk, house, etc… You could set it up to where the target is cursed as soon as they see it, or the curse is active until you choose to break it.

The same could be done for hexes or positive spells on others. You could ask them to carry it with them if they’re comfortable with it.

The possibilities are endless. This type of magic is great for deaf or mute witches, witches with low spoons, or witches who are just uncomfortable with the whole ritual aspect or speaking spells out loud.

Here’s the first part of my Simple Magic Series! Hope you enjoyed!

“Tree of Life”🌳Grounding Method

Grounding can be essential, especially if you’ve had a hard day, or want to center and focus your energy for the coming day.

However,if you’re like me, you may find it sometimes difficult to visualize in just the right way. So I’d like to give you my own personal method.

  • Close your eyes  and visualize your location from a further standpoint [like outside the building you’re in or from a birds eye view
  • Imagine roots of energy coming from you, sprouting towards the ground, flowing like lava. 🌋
  • Imagine the roots growing down through the Earth and branching out from each other until the whole planet is enveloped. 🌎
  • Now imagine fireworks of energy coming from the top of your head and shooting out through the sky and into space. 💥
  • Imagine these fireworks branching off each other and soaring around planets and past our solar system and onto the stars.  ✨
  • Let the roots you’ve grown in both directions sap some of the unlimited energy from the universe until you feel full of power.

[Optional: Centering]: 

  • Take this power you’ve gathered and focus it with all your might to the middle of your body (or the Solar Plexus).
  • -Imagine the energy becoming a ball that you are physically holding in your hands.

[Now the Energy is ready to be used for any number of energy workings]

anonymous asked:

I really really hope we get the Deku vs Bakugo part 2 in season 3. I know it'll be a stretch, but I feel like the next few arcs flow into each other so well. I kind of don't want Bones to split them into 2 seasons if they can help it.

I do want season 3 to have 25 eps. If we do, then I’m sure it will end around Mirio’s first appearance or so. Chapter 71-121 (the beginning of the training camp arc to the aftermath of bakugou vs izuku part 2) is about 50 chapters and that’s just like an episode longer than the s2.

But a part of me feels like we may get another AOT s2 for bnha….you know the whole 12 eps surprise thing. Hopefully that won’t happen though!

In almost 2 years of watching Mark, I’ve never seen him like this.

Now I’m not the most observant on the planet, and I still feel like a newcomer to the channel, but I know Mark has had his ups and downs since I’ve watched him.

Vlogs posted at early morning hours with the serious somewhat melancholy background music, saying how much he wants to be better, be more proud of his work and himself.

Honestly, I kinda assumed this time would be the same. He’d take his hiatus, then go back to what he was doing before, maybe slightly differently, maybe make some more Markiplier Promises™, until another vlog appears a few months later repeating the same position as the last.

But this time has been different- already!

I’ve never seen Mark so excited. Ever. I don’t even think I’ve seen him this happy? Even though Mark has always been doing something that he enjoys, I think you’d have to be dead to not realize that this is something different.

His excitement and passion to make these videos! His creativity flowing like (what seems like) never before! He wants to include us in all the goofiness that is his life! He’s so eager! And he’s doing it! Which inspires me too, maybe I can go out and accomplish things one step at a time, just like Mark is!

He wants to enjoy what he’s doing, and of course we want him to as well. And I know we will! There is so much hope in his heart and his genuine excitement is so important in such a world like this! His demeanor is so much more positive and joyful since his return you can’t help but want to support him (if you didn’t already)

I know I say it all the time- but I’m so proud! It takes courage to step outside of your comfort zone, even with people you know love you.

I’m so glad that you’re so excited @markiplier . I really am! And I am too! Now go enjoy your vacation with Amy, you deserve a break from your break ;)

;the touch of silk (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader, sugar daddy! yoongi, vampire! yoongi
genre/warnings: smut, romance, blood mentions, but nothing too crazy, dirty talk, dom! Yoongi
words: 14,221

:: summary— in a world where vampires coexist with the living, there are many humans looking for a cheap thrill…you’re ashamed to admit you’re curious too, putting to good use a dating app you find…but Min Yoongi is nothing like you imagined a vampire to be…

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SF!Paps x Reader Fluff

Raffle Winner One-shot
For @artsietango
SFW SF!Paps x Reader smooch/ confession


Papyrus came in every day, like clockwork, and ordered a shot of whiskey and a bottle of barbecue sauce.  

You’d been working at Muffet’s for several months now, and despite the fact that it was monster-run (and that the job had taken you a considerable amount of courage to accept with your arachnophobia), your presence as a human had helped draw a more diverse crowd.  Muffet mixed the drinks with a deft, practiced speed that only someone with three sets of arms could possess, while you carried a platter of drinks from table to table, and numerous little spiders took pastries and burgers to customers from a network of webs in the top of the tavern.  

And every day since you started, Papyrus would walk in and sit at the same seat in the same booth and order the same thing.  

You slide the barbecue sauce to him as you pass his table and wink.  Papyrus usually chuckles and calls you saucy, but this time, he doesn’t even acknowledge you.  He’s got his hood pulled up, and he’s looking down at the table, his usual laid-back grin pulled into a grim line.  The expression startles you enough that you falter in your steps and cause the tray to unbalance, a few drinks sliding along the edge of your platter.  Hurriedly, you correct yourself before they spill and keep going, but you’re distracted as you distribute your orders.

What was wrong with him?

By the time you make it back around to his table, he’s already got two empty shot glasses in front of him, and three spiders are bringing a third glass down the web.  "Hey, Rus.  You didn’t even say hi to me,“ you state lightly, trying to rib him into a response.

His phalanges close around the shot glass, and he shrugs lightly.  His posture’s slouched, with his elbows on the table.  "hey.  sorry,” he mutters, holding up the whiskey to stare unseeingly at it.  

“You’re really pounding them back,” you observe, trying to tread lightly.  Usually, your friend is full of jokes and flirtatious remarks.  You’ve never seen him in a mood this sullen.

He hums, though the sound is nearly lost in the music playing from the jukebox.  "jus’ needed somethin’ to whiskey me away for a bit,“ he murmurs, before taking the shot.  He chases it with a swig of barbecue sauce, straight from the bottle.  You’ve never understood the appeal, and it doesn’t seem to be a monster thing.  But it’s definitely a Rus thing.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He finally turns his head to look at you, his orange eyelights shifting along your body, up to your face.  When his gaze locks with yours, you see resignation flash through his expression, before it hardens.  "actually, yeah, i–“

"Hey!  You!  Can I get my drinks here or what?”

You turn to face a group of humans sitting at the booth across from Papyrus’s.  They look like a rowdy crew to you, but you know you have to keep your smile on your face when you address them if you want to keep them placated.  "I’ll be with you in just a moment,“ you insist in your Professional Voice, which only makes another one of the men sigh.

"We’ve been waiting forever, but those creepy spiders aren’t coming!”

Ugh.  You turn toward Papyrus, but he’s already shaking his head and taking another gulp of his barbecue sauce.  "work’s callin’ you,“ he states the obvious.

He’s right.  If it wasn’t a Friday night, you’d have a better chance of being able to sit and talk to him.  "I’ll be right back,” you promise with a sigh, before turning and going to collect the human group’s order from the bar.  

When you reach the humans, you place your platter on the edge of their table to balance it.  "Okay, so who ordered what?“

One of the men grins.  "Why don'tcha guess?”

You really don’t have time for this.  "I really don’t know.  Did you have the bourbon and coke?“

The group laughs; apparently, you got it wrong.  

One of the man’s buddies leans in.  "What kind of drink do you like, babe?”  His eyes flick up and down your body.  "Sex on the beach?“

Ugh.  Keep your smile on your face; you’re representing the entire establishment when you serve someone.  Muffet taught you that–and if the customers decided to leave, your pay would end up docked.  The spider monster happened to be fiercely competitive, likely because of the bakery that had opened up across the street.  Apparently, Muffet and Grillby had some sort of bad history Underground. 

You laugh without any feeling behind it and shake your head.  "So you must be the one that ordered the Screwdriver,” you state tightly, moving the drink in front of him.  The others laugh, and you take a moment to cut your gaze toward Papyrus’s booth.  He’s staring at you directly, another empty shot glass in front of him, his expression blank and unreadable.  It’s difficult to even see his eyelights within his sockets at this point.  

This is taking too long.

“And you must have the Magic Night,” you guess randomly, sliding one of the cocktails with magic liquor in front of another human.  It crackles and fizzles, swirling with purples and reds.  

“So what’re you doing after work?  I can show you a real magic night,” the human states with a smirk and a brow wag, while his buddies laugh and shout exaggerated ’Oooohhh!’s

Your smile tightens.  "I doubt that,“ you shoot back before you can stop yourself, which wipes the smirk right off his face and causes the others to shove him with more exaggerated shouts.  They’re obviously already drunk.  

"Ouch.  Well, I could at least buy you one,” the man offers, holding up his magic cocktail for emphasis.  

“I’m sorry, but I–”  you glance back toward Papyrus… only to spot him walking out of the bar.  Your heart sinks, and you start unloading the rest of the drinks randomly onto the table.  "I have to go.“

You rush toward the front doors, calling out to the bouncer (a hamster monster in a leather, studded jacket), "I’m taking my break!”

You burst through the doors and spot Papyrus leaning against the building, a lit dog treat between his teeth.  Purple smoke curls around his face, and your steps begin to slow as you approach.  "Rus, I thought you wanted to talk.“  Your voice is slightly shaky.

"ya seemed busy tonight,” he replies with a shrug, holding the dog treat between his index and middle phalanges.  “’sides, it’s nothin’ really.”

Your chest clenches; you hate seeing him like this, so unlike the grinning pun-master you’ve come to befriend… and have a huge crush on.  Tentatively, you reach out and place your hand on his arm, gripping the thick fabric of his jacket.  His eyelights shift down to your fingers, staring at them, and you begin to feel self-conscious.  Usually, he’s all about physical contact and casual touches.  

“It doesn’t look like nothing to me, Rus.”

He flicks ashes on the sidewalk.  Standing outside, this close, you could smell just how heavily the alcohol is clinging to him.  It’s obvious now that he had been drinking before he even came to Muffet’s.  “jus’ somethin’ m’lord said to me today that’s been on my mind.”

You relax slightly.  You’re getting somewhere now.  “What did Sans say?”

Papyrus shrugs the opposite shoulder.  “it’s busy in there.  you should be gettin’ back.”

“No,” you blurt, hard enough that his gaze immediately flies to your face.  You know that your expression has hardened, your grip on his jacket tightening with your resolve.  “They can wait.  I don’t care.”

There’s an instant where his gaze searches yours for something, but you’re not sure what he’s hoping to find.  Then, he rather abruptly snags your waist with his arm and twists around the corner of the building, reversing your positions so that your back’s against the brick and he’s got one arm above your head, supporting his weight as he looms over you.  The alley is dark enough that you can see his orange eyelights clearly glowing in their dark sockets, and you can smell a mixture of alcohol and smoky barbecue permeating from his breath.  

Instantly, your breath catches in your throat.  His arm is still around your waist, trapped between your back and the wall, and now both of your hands are fisted in the front of his jacket.  

“but you care about me?”  

The query catches you by surprise enough that you forgot the last sentence that you had said, instead wondering if he’d somehow picked up on your crush.  Your face flushes hot, but you hold his gaze, taking in the sight of his sardonic smirk.  It wasn’t his usual flirtatious one–no, this one looked off, almost cruel.  Was he mocking your feelings?

Or mocking the possibility?

“Of course I do, Rus,” you evenly reply, lifting your chin ever-so-slightly.  A challenge.  “If something’s bothering you, then it’s bothering me, too.”

That seems to catch him off-guard; the smirk fades around the edges, the sides of his teeth twitching.  “heh, you sure ya wanna know?”

“Papyrus.”  Your hand moves up to cup his cheekbone as you say his full name, and his eyelights seem to glow even brighter.  His face tilts into your palm.  “Just talk to me.  Please.”

“ok.”  He sucks in a breath.  His fingers have wiggled beneath the hem of your shirt to trace idle patterns across your skin.  It’s not the first time he’s done this during your flirtatious moments, but it feels so much more intimate in this moment.  “humans and monsters really don’t mix in the long run, ya’know?”  You blink, sucking in a breath to refute him, but Papyrus shakes your hand off his cheek and continues.  “’specially skeleton monsters.  we’re a buncha bones, like a zombie or some kinda halloween decoration.  so why would a human want to be with a spooky skeleton when they could have their pick of any normal human out there?”  He shrugs, his fingers pressing into your skin, feeling the spinous processes of your spine.  “it jus’ sucks.”

His gaze focuses on yours, and he leans in closer, his face only a few inches from yours.  

“‘specially since there’s a human i’m really attached to.  i could probably get ‘em to jump my bones if i tried hard enough, sure, but… they’re not that kinda person.  they deserve better than that.”

His smirk has completely faded, and you feel your heart bottom-out into your stomach.  You’re looking at him with wide eyes, slowly processing the implications.  Your hand’s even still hovering near his face.  He starts to shake his head slightly and pull back, but you grip onto the front of his jacket again and stop him from moving away.  

“Wait.”

He freezes, his hand at your back stilling.  You’ve never been the one to make the first move, but dammit, you can’t let this opportunity go to waste.  You tug sharply on the front of his jacket and lean away from the wall at the same time, pressing your lips to his teeth.  He’s completely caught off-guard and stumbles back a step (okay, maybe you put a little too much momentum into the kiss when you pushed away from the wall–whoops), but his arm immediately tightens around your waist, pulling you close against his chest.  You try to put all of your reassurances, all of your feelings for him, into that kiss.  

And then you pull away, your face burning and your lips numb from the tingle of his teeth.  He smirks suddenly, and it’s finally a smirk you recognize on his features–teasing and confident.  “hey, ya’know what they say ‘bout assumin’, dont’cha?”

Oh shit.

Your heart drops.  You begin to backpedal.  “Shit, shit, sorry, I–”

Papyrus starts to chuckle, backing you against the wall again.  His forehead touches yours.  “darlin’, you’re adorable when you’re flustered, ya know that?  ‘course i was talkin’ about you.”

You groan.  Your heart’s hammering in your chest.  “Ha, ha.  Why don’t you stop talking and put your money where your mouth is.”

“ah, so you’re jus’ tryin’ to get tips from your best customer.  i see what that kiss was about now.”

Your arm winds around his neck, and you kiss him straight on the smirk.  He holds onto you tighter, forcing your back to arch away from the wall, pulling your body flush with his.  The sweater he always wears is too thick for you to feel his bones, but your fingers play with the ridges of his neck, and you feel his teeth part your lips.  Something slips into your mouth, warm and crackling with electric magic, and you realize it’s his tongue.  It’s not the first time you’ve seen it, but you never knew it would feel that amazing.  Your body feels hot and tingly, and your heart is pounding so forcefully against your sternum that you’re certain he can feel it, too.  

You’re drunk off his kiss–or maybe just the lingering taste of whiskey in his mouth.  You suddenly remember just how drunk he is and pull back.  His mouth immediately moves to your neck, his orange tongue sliding down your skin, sending delightful tingles straight to your chest.  Your fingernails involuntarily scrape his vertebrae, and he groans.  

“Rus.  Rus, wait.  Were you drinking because Sans said something about me not wanting a monster?”

He pauses, his tongue receding so that only his teeth rested against the juncture of your shoulder and neck.  “eh–somethin’ like that.”  He shrugged, but didn’t move away from you.  “not like it isn’t the truth, i jus’…”  He trails off, obviously trying to censor himself despite his filter being partially down from the booze.  

“It’s not true.  What, you think I just want a quickie in the alley?”

“heh, ya mean this isn’t you just throwin’ me a bone?”  He lifts his head enough to smirk again.  

“Nope.  I like you, Rus.  I’d like to give the whole dating thing a try, if that’s something you’d want.”  

Good lord, you’ve never been this direct before–but after his admissions, you feel like it’s necessary to spell it out.  

“ok.  i’ll be your bonefriend,” he agrees, his smirk turning shit-eating.  You shake your head, laughing.  It always comes so easy when you’re around him.  

“Great.  Now that this is settled, wanna come back inside?  My break’s been over for a while now.”

“sure, i could go for another drink or two.”  He finally steps away, letting you step out of the alley on wobbly legs.  Just like that, everything between you both had changed.  It felt different, putting a label on the mutual feelings you shared, as if everyone could see the charge between both of you now.  

Your face is still blood-red when you re-enter Muffet’s, and you feel the eyes of the booth-ful of humans land on you again.  Papyrus instantly slips his arm around your shoulders, narrowing his gaze on them.  You remember the way he had looked through you while they flirted with you, the way he had obviously been thinking about what his brother said earlier, that you would end up with another human.  

And you turn and rock up on the balls of your feet to press a kiss to his cheekbone.  It actually lights up a soft orange, his eyesockets widening at the brazen display of affection.  

“I’m all yours,” you reassure him, before you step out of his possessive hold so that you can continue your shift.  

He chuckles, his usual lazy smirk more tender than usual.  

“darlin’, that’s my line.” 

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Harry Potter Soap Opera

No, seriously. Someone write this. Can you just imagine all of the clichés and crazy things that could happen in a Harry Potter soap opera?


People mysteriously dying but somehow still alive?

Fudge: He-who-must-not-be-named is dead! How can he be alive? 

*Dramatic close up of a nose-less face.* Voldemort: It’s almost like I have seven lives. *Dun dun dun*

*Whole crowd gasps*


Cast members being switched out and no one says anything. 

Harry: Is it just me, or does Dumbledore look different to you guys?

Ron: No, it’s just you. 


Someone get’s framed for murder and everyone vilifies them.

Sirius: I’m innocent! Innocent, I tell you!

Dumbledore: I’m not giving you a trial because the evidence is against you and I suck as a person. 

*Whole crowd gasps*


Evil twin brothers.

Angelina catching George cheating with Alicia: I can’t believe you! We were going to get married!

George running into the room, panting as if he ran a mile: No! It’s not what you think! That’s Fred, my evil twin brother!

*Whole crowd gasps*


Someone is found out to have been framed and everyone loves them again.

Sirius: I told you I was framed! Eat dirt and die. 

Dumbledore shaking his head solemnly: I always believed in you but it was out of my hands. 

*Whole crowd boos*


Insane medical miracles. 

Madam Pomfrey: Quick he’s flat lining! *Gives completely bullshit scenario that somehow saves the patient, even though it defies logic.*

Severus: I’m alive?

*Whole crowd gasps*


Couple finds out they are actually somehow related to each other. 

Sirius trying not to cry: Tonks, we are distantly related. Cousins, in fact. 

Tonks: What are you saying?

Sirius: That we can’t be together, obviously. 

*Whole crowd gasps*


Sleeps with ex’s best friend to get over past lover. 

Sirius still trying not to cry: I know I told you that we couldn’t be together. But I didn’t think you would do this!

Tonks: But I love Remus!

Sirius: It’s been a day! How can you be in love in a day?

Remus kneeling down: Tonks, I feel like we’ve been together forever. Will you marry me?

*Whole crowd gasps*


Pregnancies happen in just a few episodes and no one says anything. 

Harry holding the baby: Tell me if it’s just me, but I thought Tonks only got pregnant last week. 

Ron: It’s just you. 


People mysteriously coming out of comas.

Neville: Mum! Dad! 

*Whole crowd gasps*


Children age overnight and no one says anything. 

Harry: Is it just me, or was Teddy only five yesterday and now he’s thirty?

Ron: It’s just you. 


People mysteriously getting amnesia. 

Doctor: We aren’t sure what happened. Lockhart seemed fine one moment and the next it was as if he was obliviated. 

Ron: Oh wow… cool story. One that I had nothing to do with. *Runs away*


People get married so many times that no one cares anymore. 

Harry: Is it just me, or isn’t this like the tenth wedding for Mrs. Zabini?

Ron: It’s just you. 


Marriages are a thing of the past. 

Ginny: What do you mean you want a divorce?

Harry: I can’t hide it anymore. I’m in love with someone else. 

Draco runs into the room, fan flowing his hair dramatically: He’s with me!

*Whole crowd gasps*


Running away with spouse’s sibling. 

Ron: I don’t understand. I thought we were happy. 

Hermione: I love you but I love your brother more. 

Ron covering his chest in despair: Which one? There’s so many of us. 

Hermione: Percy. 

*Whole crowd cringes*


Sibling that no one knew existed suddenly comes out of the woodworks. 

Harry: Is it just me, or hasn’t Charlie always been a part of the family?

Ron: It’s just you. 


Drama always happens at a wedding. 

Ginny running down the isle screaming: Stop the wedding! Malfoy isn’t what he seems! He is hiding a heinous secret!

Harry turns to Draco in worry:

Draco internally finding ways to murder Ginny:

Ginny: That’s not his real hair! 

*Whole crowd gasps*


Insane amount of crime happens in a tiny town that defies logic. 

Harry: Is it just me, or has their been eight robberies, five murders and two kidnappings just this week? That’s not normal, right?

Ron: It’s just you. 

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I want a Harry Potter soap opera! Feel free to add your own clichés! 

mirajanekpopgirl28  asked:

Maybe a "You promised you wouldn't laugh" Ladynoir. And Ladybug would share something a little embarassing to Chat. Just something cute.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh,” Ladybug pouted, crossing her arms defensively.

Chat Noir held up a hand. “I’m sorry, my Lady, you’re right,” he chuckled, attempting to look chagrin and failing miserably. “I’m really not laughing at your confession. The way you said it was just too adorable.”

She stomped her foot in irritation. “It is dumb that I haven’t kissed anyone yet though! I don’t see what’s so adorable about that,” she huffed.

“It’s not dumb,” he grinned fondly, “but I do think you’re forgetting about a very special person you have indeed kissed.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, let me revise. I’ve never kissed anyone when it wasn’t a life or death situation.”

Chat Noir glanced around the rooftop. “Well, it isn’t a life or death situation now. How about a kiss?” He puckered his lips and leaned forward and Ladybug pushed him away with a finger on his nose.

“Not a chance, Kitty.”

“Rude. I’m just trying to be a good friend.” He tilted his head, studying her. “Wait, does it really bother you?”

Ladybug dropped down to sit on the ledge of the building, swinging her legs over the side. She shrugged with a soft sigh. “I don’t know. A little. My best friend makes out with her boyfriend a lot and it’s like there’s something in the water at school. Everyone is kissing everyone.”

“It has seemed like that,” Chat Noir frowned. He caught her expression and blanched. “I mean, I see a lot of people pairing off lately too.”

She nodded, satisfied enough with his answer for the moment. “I guess it just makes me wonder what’s wrong with me, you know? Why is no one kissing me?”

“To be fair, I literally just offered to kiss you,” he reminded her, sitting down.

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Okay so bare with me on this! I know some of you are probably thinking but studyblrs are amazing and great and just all round so helpful, which they are! The studyblr community on tumblr is amazing and I get so much out of it but there are a lot of sides to it that are unrealistic.

When I had my first studyblr account over a year ago I was focusing on the aesthetics of notes and pictures rather than being helpful and talking to people. This quickly became too hard to keep up and I deleted the account. I did this because I had seen so many studyblrs doing it and I thought if they can do it so can I but obviously I was wrong. I am not being hateful towards any studyblr because I know some people find having pretty notes helpful but I don’t have the time or find it helpful.

Fast forward to now. I have taken a complete different route. I make somewhat helpful posts(are they?) and I stick to what works best for me. I don’t use fancy expensive stationery and I post when I can and so far it has been working for me.

I find many studyblrs brush over the fact that some people can’t afford expensive stationery, don’t have the time to do pretty notes, don’t all have iphones and that some of us just wing it rather than spending all night doing a subject. I think there are many expectations in the studyblr community that need to be left in 2017. I think we need to speak out about our mental health, stop doing all nighters and break the stigma behind the aesthetics of the studyblr community. I’m all for messy desks, crappy photos and messy writing.

I want baby studyblrs to feel less pressure than I did when I first started because you don’t need pretty or expensive stuff to do well in the studyblr community. None of this is important what is important is the help you give others, the advice you get, making friends and learning things.

Basically all you need to do to be a studyblr is to study and do your best because that is all anyone can ever ask of you no matter what!

Find what works for you and go with that don’t go with the flow that never gets you anywhere! If that’s pretty notes go for it! If that’s a messy desk who cares!

Message me if you ever need help or advice or just want to talk because I am willing to help with anything

Pride (M)

Deadly Sin: Excessive belief in one’s own abilities, that interferes with the individual’s recognition of the grace of God. 

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut, non-idol au!

Warnings: mirror sex, doggy style, fingering dom! Hoseok, slapping, praising, dirty talk

Notes: For my halloween collaboration with bulletproofwhalien ! Gif isn’t mine! 2k Words

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I wanna know what love is

El learning the meaning of ‘love’ with Mike, requested by @cricket-hater

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It was one of those quiet afternoons, when Hopper was not yet back from the station, and the cabin was bathed in dim November sunlight. Mike was scribbling in his D&D notebook, biting his pencil, deep in thought, and El was sitting next to him, curled in a ball and deeply engrossed in a soap opera that was on.

Mike knew those by heart by now. Not only El watched those a lot, but so did his mom. He would normally roll his eyes when his mom switched the TV to cheesy love confessions and dramas, but when El watched them, it was different. He liked the way her eyes widened in suprise, or when she leaned towards the TV, her curly hair falling on her face.

'But Rebecca, you can not leave with him!’ the man on she screen begged. 'I love you!’

Mike resisted the urge to groan at the theatrical character of the show. He turned the page and wrote annotation about a monster he wanted to bring out in a particular moment.

He felt El tug at his sleeve and raised his eyes.

'Everything okay?’

'What is 'love’?’ she nodded shyly towards the screen. Mike felt his mouth go dry.

'I… Uh… You don’t know what love is?’

She shook her head and looked down. Sure, she heard that word multiple times on the TV. She knew it had usually something to do with hugs and lips pressed together. But dictionary definition didn’t help her much. For some reason though, she was reluctant to ask Hopper about that. And Mike always had answers. Right?

Mike looked at her, frozen on the spot, almost feeling his brain work rapidly. How does he explain 'love’ to her, of all things? But then again, he always knew how to explain things to her before. Right?

'I uh… I mean there’s nothing wrong in not knowing!’ he assured her, seeing her expression. 'I… Um…’

'I checked in the dictionary once. It said something about 'deep care and devotion’, but… ’

'It’s not really something that a dictionary can’t explain properly. It’s…’

He took a deep breath and put away his notebook. You can do it, Wheeler.

He looked at her again, turning towards her, and resisted the urge to put a stray curl behind her ear.

'Love is an emotion. A feeling. Like happiness, or sadness.’

She nodded.

'Okay. And, uh… There are different kinds of love. There’s love you feel for your friends. You want them to be happy, safe, healthy and all. You sometimes argue with them, but you always try to make up, and you care about them a lot.’ he looked at her, as if to make sure if she’s not lost. She nodded, processing that.

'And then, there’s love for your family. It’s really similar to the love between friends. Love between siblings is sometimes hard, like for me and Nancy, we argue a lot more than I do with the guys, but I care about her a lot, even when I’m mad at her. And the love of parents, it’s… Um… Parents are supposed to love you unconditionally, that means they never want anything in return, they just love you no matter who you are and accept you. Always.’ he remembered his father’s complete lack of genuine concern and care, and resisted the urge to sigh. 'Like Hopper loves you. ’

'He does?’ her eyes widened.

'Yeah, I’m pretty sure he does. He might not tell you that a lot, but he cares about you more than anything. Then, um… There’s that kind of love.’ he gestured towards the TV. 'Although the way it’s shown here is not really accurate. I, uh… I guess it’s called 'romantic love’. It’s mostly very similar to other kinds of love. It’s…. If you love someone you just…’

He took a deep breath and looked at her quietly for a second.

'You never want them to be away. You always want to be near them. You… You find it hard to breathe sometimes, when you look at them, because your chest is full of this… Warm feeling, it’s hard to explain. And when they are hurt, or unhappy, it pains you. You want to take away all the bad stuff in their life. And I want to always be there when you need me, or when you have nightmares again… I mean I know you are way more awesome than I am and I’m no hero, and Hoppers way more capable of protecting you anyway, even though obviously you don’t need it, because it’s you who saved us all…’

He didn’t even notice the switch in his speech. The words he kept inside for all those months full of longing and despair were just flowing out.

She, on the other hand, noticed, but didn’t dare to speak, looking into his eyes, unmoving.

'And I wish I could take away everything that haunts you, and it angers me that I can’t-’

'I love you too. ’ she said softly, her eyes never leaving his.

'And I… What?’

'I love you. ’ she repeated, feeling her lips curve into a small, shy smile.

He looked at her with his dark eyes, frozen on the spot.

'You… You do?’

She lifted her hand, her fingertips brushing his cheekbone.

'Yes. ’ she said simply, and inched closer to him, touching his nose with hers.

'That’s… That’s good. B-because, I love you too. ’ he blurted out, grinning, his face crimson.

'Good. ’ she repeated with a hint of laughter in her voice and she kissed him softly. His larger palms covered her hands that were holding his face.

'El? ’ he said quietly, his lips still close to hers.

'Yes?’

'Remember, when I told you about the dance? Snowball? You… ’ he gulped 'You weren’t there for the one that was last year, but.. there’s another one coming up next month, and I thought… Maybe if we talked to Hopper, we could go… If you want.’ he rested his forehead on hers.

'Is it who you are supposed to go with?’ she asked, remembering what he said that fateful night in school cafeteria, resting her hands on his chest, while he held her wrists gently. 'Someone you love?’

He smiled gently and nodded, rubbing their noses together.

'Yeah.’

'Cool. ’ she whispered.

'Cool. ’ he pressed his lips against her forehead.

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