i'd love every single one of you

I’ve been thinking about professor!magnus and soldier!alec since yesterday and idk if I want to commit myself to writing something like that when I know nothing about the army but I feel like there could be something very heartbreaking about it. 

Like maybe Alec is about to be deployed and it’s his what… 2nd? 3rd? tour and he’s happy to be unattached, despite what his siblings always say, because he knows how hard it is to be separated from the ones he loves but also to be left behind and he doesn’t want to do that to someone. So he doesn’t date and he doesn’t have a lot of close friends apart from his family and it’s ok, hes doing something important, serving his country and following his family’s footsteps (ofc they’d be a big military family) but then he meets Magnus … Idk where, somewhere random like a bookstore or grocery store or the outdoor market Izzy dragged him to and sparks  f l y. And Alec is confused/overwhelmed and reluctant despite Magnus flirting 110% with him. Maybe they exchange numbers maybe not, maybe they randomly meet again and Magnus is like uh funny twist of fate *flirty grin* and Alec is just…. abort mission holy shit help ???Because even though he’s had flings and hooks up, he’s never had a crush or somebody that made him go w o w  like this and it’s new? But he kinda wants to break his rule and say yes when the hot college professor asks him out and that’s new and kinda scary but he blurts out yes before he can fully think about it or change his mind. Of course, he has a nervous breakdown afterward and Izzy is like pls find your chill but he can’t find his chill cause he’s going away to get shot at in less than 3 months and the timing couldn’t more off and that’s not fair to Magnus to get him involved like that… Because, of course, Alec is the type of person to worry too much before anything even happens. Anyway, so they go on a date maybe a walk at dusk and some ice cream?? Idk why but I’m imagining this is set in a small coastal town? They can walk near the water while talking about everything and nothing?? I’m seeing a make out session on top of a lighthouse? Anyway, when Alec tells Magnus what he does and where he’s going he’s all sorry about that I should have told you straight away when you asked me out but Magnus is all its ok lets just see where this goes, it doesn’t have to be serious since you’re leaving so soon and they agree to have a fling… but feelings happen and it’s inconvenient!!!

I like imagining Alec walking Magnus to his classes when he’s stayed over the night before (Magnus teaches history in this, I feel it). And maybe on mornings he wasn’t at Magnus’ he does a little detour on his morning run to buy him breakfast and he leaves it in his office during the 8am lecture that Magnus hates so that he’ll have something nice after that hardship, a little muffin and a coffee with a cute note on the cup ‘cause Alec is sappy af even though he tries very hard to hide it. And maybe he buys Magnus peonies at some point, just because they’re pretty and Magnus is pretty and he’s never bought flowers for anyone before and he wanted to… And Magnus keeps teasing him flowers are not casual Mister!! because it’s easier to flirt and tease than to acknowledge the fact that Alec is leaving really soon and he might not come back, and Magnus isn’t even important enough to be considered someone he’s leaving behind (or at least that’s how he feels). Magnus tries not to think about it but he’s obsessing over the idea that he doesn’t even know Alec’s family and friends, doesn’t know anyone who would tell him if something happened??? But he doesn’t want to bring it up because it’s supposed to be casual and meaningless, something that ends when the semester ends. So they keep going on dates and Alec cooks for him and Magnus tries to ignore the uneasy feeling growing in his chest as time flies too fast. Until there aren’t any time left and Alec is leaving. So they take a walk just like their first date and they have ice cream and they make love and they definitely don’t talk about it even though they both know that they should and Alec just… leaves. 

And Magnus tries not to have a hard time about it but it’s tough and he’s grateful it’s the end of the semester ‘cause at least he’s busy between marking terrible essays and correcting exams. He goes out with his friends from the history department once they’re all done and he tries to have a fun time, but truth is… he’s worried. He starts watching the news a little too obsessively and his friends don’t like it but he can’t help himself. 

Alec has been gone three weeks when the first letter comes. It takes Magnus by surprise at first because in all the times they’ve been together Alec has always been a man of little words. That’s not to say he was emotionally unavailable or unwilling to discuss things and his feelings, but this is new, the way the words flow easily on the page like it was no hardship at all to put it all down, descriptions of his unit and where he is, a full paragraph about how much he misses Magnus’ cat and nothing about them at all. But Magnus gets it, he sees it for what it is, a peace offering maybe or a stubborn unwillingness to let go, so he writes back. He talks about his students, their successes and their struggles, and his friends, little things that have reminded him of Alec since he’s been gone. Soft stories for a soft boy in a hard place. And they keep going back and forth, sending each other little pieces of their respective lives and it should be enough, it’s more than Magnus expected, but it’s tough and he misses Alec like a limb, misses him in his bed and in his kitchen, misses him when summer classes start and he has no one to hold his hand on his way to work, no callused fingers to wrap around his… But every new letter is a blessing. It says many things but underneath it all, the most important message is I’m still here, I’m alive and I’m thinking about you. 

Okay so maybe it all comes to a halt one day when his phone rings and it’s Alec on the line, after all those weeks, all those months, and he sounds like h e l l  and he’s there on the phone, apologizing to Magnus because his phone bill is gonna be awful but I …. I just… I needed to hear your voice Magnus, I’m sorry. You… you c-can send me the bill if you want, I just… and it takes everything Magnus has for him not to break down and cry right there and then because Alec really doesn’t sound okay and he has no idea what happened and he has no idea what they are but that’s his boy there on the phone who’s hurting and he hasn’t heard his voice in weeks… So Magnus is like Please shut up about my phone bill, I don’t give a fuck about that. How are you? Are you okay? What happened? And Alec is reluctant to talk about it, doesn’t want to give any details, just keeps saying rough day, Magnus, rough day in this small voice and Magnus hates it more than he’s ever hated anything in his life. He doesn’t want to push Alec too hard so he just asks what can I do? and he hates the way his voice shakes, he wishes he could be stronger than this but Alec doesn’t seem to mind, he just sighs like he’s tired deep in his bones, deep in his soul, and says: just talk to me. So Magnus does, he rambles on nervously about what he had for breakfast and what he taught today, his lecture plan for tomorrow, his neighbor’s hatred for his cat and his favorite designer on the new season of Project Runway. He just babbles on, hoping it can help. All he wants to do is help. Alec hums here and there, asks a few questions, especially about Magnus’ work and at some point he runs out of things to say. There’s a beat of silence before he whispers I love you and he knows that won’t help but he can’t keep it inside anymore, he can’t live with this trapped inside of him, fighting to break free. Alec sighs again. I.. I w-wish… You… you shouldn’t say that. Don’t say that, please. It shouldn’t take Magnus by surprise but it does and it hurts. Me not saying it won’t make it untrue Alexander. Alec groans in frustration and Magnus can picture it perfectly, the way he’s probably bent over, head between his knees, one hand harshly buried in his hair. I didn’t want to put you through that. I didn’t want to put anyone through that but especially not you. He’s so noble and he’s so caring and Magnus knew that already but it hits him again, hard, that this is a man who puts others before himself every single time and who will fight tooth and nail anyone who dares try taking care of him. So Magnus does his best to sound as stern as he can:  Well just too bad because I’m here and you’re there and I love you. And you wishing it hadn’t happened won’t change anything and if you like me even the tiniest bit you’ll call me again because I have been worried sick. 

Alec calls every week after that. There’s a new kind of anxiety that comes with waiting for the phone call, waiting for the confirmation that Alec is okay, but Magnus is happy to live with it when it means he can hear Alec’s voice once a week, warm and soft when he asks Magnus what he’s been up to and insists to be put on the phone with the cat. I don’t want him to forget me! 

That boy. 

They don’t talk about what they are again and it takes until Alec is back on American soil, his head buried in Magnus’ neck so no one can see him cry, for him to say I love you back, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t need it. For now, Magnus cherishes every time his phone rings and he gets connected to Alec, he cherishes every time he can make him laugh, he cherishes every single plan they start making, every single hint that they can have a future together. 

It’s enough. 

anonymous asked:

Hi there!!! (*waves*) Sorry to bother you b/c I know you're super busy, but I sent an ask a while back inquiring as to if you could go into detail on why the red string scene in galvanize is your favorite stiles x lydia scene. It's my favorite too and I'd love to hear from my favorite tumblr (aka YOU) why she likes it so much. Thanks. Hope you have a fantabulous day :) xoxo

OKAY I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER! It’s not personal, you are super super sweet, I’ve just had a hard time getting myself to answer asks lately. 

Okay. So. Galvanize. 

This scene, to me, epitomizes everything that I love about Stydia. It’s every piece of what makes Stydia Stydia but packed into one single scene. We’ve got Stiles helping Lydia with her powers, Lydia helping Stiles solve the mystery. We’ve got banter, vulnerable Lydia, affection, trust, touching– from both parties. Like, this scene is fucking insane. I am still so, so messed up by it. 

Like, first I feel like we need to talk about that opening shot. Lydia is deadass just laying on Stiles’ bed on her stomach with her shoes kicked off. Now, I know this isn’t the first time she’s been on his bed, but also this is deeeefinitely the first time she’s been on it since they kissed. And, furthermore, like… this is the bed that Stiles sleeps in every night. The bed that he beats off in while thinking about her. And both of them totally know that but also Stiles isn’t even on the bed with her, he’s across the room, and Lydia just… makes herself comfortable. Just sits her cute little ass down on that bed and watches him. 

The thing that really gets me about that is that the shoes being kicked off is symbolic of Lydia taking herself apart for Stiles. She doesn’t look perfect right now. She’s stressed, and worried, and her outfit isn’t complete. But it doesn’t matter, because she’s in the bedroom of the boy she kissed a few weeks ago, watching him putter around and try to unravel how to make their town safe, and she feels SAFE ENOUGH WITH HIM TO SHOW HIM THAT SHE’S VULNERABLE. Like, think about all the times Lydia has been able to hide what she’s feeling? She deadass can’t do that in front of Stiles. 

And, okay, Stiles would have been freaking out about Lydia on his bed a few months ago, but now it’s just… what it is. Yeah, she’s back there staring at his ass in red jeans as he taps that pen against his bottom lip. Sure. Cool cool cool cool cool cool. Fine. He’s not gonna get weird on her, okay? He’s not gonna flip out and scare her away, not when he values her friendship so much. He’s gonna be normal. 

And then, KA-BOOM, it’s not Stiles who doesn’t act normal, it’s Lydia by not being able to meet his eyes– like, strong, confident Lydia cannot meet his eyes because she feels guilty for getting him in trouble with her stupid powers that she still can’t understand. And Stiles just fucking throws all of his self-preservation instincts out the fucking door and kneels in front of her (??!!!??!?!?!) and immediately wraps his fingers around her wrist for the SECOND TIME THAT DAY and drums his fingers against her wrist. Then, and only then, does he give her all the fucking trust in the whole world. He tells her that she felt it, and that’s all he needs to believe her. And, okay, how many people actually have ever given that to Lydia?

When she chose to put on her facade, she made a choice to play a part. But this part also lead to people doubting and questioning Lydia all the time– like, she is so used to people not bothering to listen to her, you know? Because she’s just vapid, silly little Lydia Martin, and all she cares about is clothes and shoes and heels. Nobody listens to Lydia Martin. BUT GUESS WHAT? Stiles does. Like, wow does he. Like he superubermega trusts her, and he shows her that, he gives her that faith. And this is a guy who used to love her from afar and has now gotten to know her in every incarnation– queen bee, broken-hearted ex-girlfriend, confused member of a supernatural town, crazy girl who wanders through the woods, patchily repaired fake-confident girl, uncertain, confused girl who doesn’t understand what’s happening to her body and mind, smart girl who knows the archaic latin word for fly and has the periodic table memorized . He’s seen every single one of these versions of Lydia and he’s still down on his knees on the floor in front of her, giving her all his love and trust and faith. 

Except, how hard must that be for Stiles? Because, like, he’s had to pull back soooo hard on how much he likes her, but in that moment, he actively chooses to open that back up. He didn’t have to. He could have turned off the affection, the heart-eyes. He didn’t have to establish intimacy by touching her. He didn’t have to smile at her like that. He didn’t have to symbolically unwind her stress by undoing the yarn that’s wrapped around her fingers. He doesn’t have to do any of this, he could easily self-preserve like Stiles Stilinski so often does, but he lITERALLY DOESN’T. He opens himself up to her instead, and this is where we get to see how unabashedly selfless Lydia makes him. She makes him the best version of himself, just as Stiles helps make Lydia the best version of herself. 

The roots of their friendship, I think, can actually be found in that part of Stiles meeting that part of Lydia– the two of them drawing out the best in each other and feeling the most at ease in their minds when they’re around each other. That explains how natural they are, and the casual touching, and the way it all seems to click with them. It’s like, when they’re around each other, they suddenly fit into their skins better. And the more they both realize it, the more they react in opposite ways. Stiles tries harder to preserve the friendship. Lydia falls in love with him. 

I think this is the first moment, after the kiss, where Lydia fully, completely admits to herself that she wants to kiss him again. I think that if Stiles had kissed her in that moment, she would have let him, just because it would have felt right, and Lydia was so in the moment, so in the rightness of it, that she wouldn’t have had time to me scared of the fact that Stiles wouldn’t be kissing the pretend version of her. He wouldn’t be kissing any of the archetypes that Lydia fits into. Instead, he would actually be kissing her. And, during s3b, that was probably the scariest part of having a crush on him for Lydia. 

If he liked her back, and they started going out and she was to lose him, she was going to lose a boy who knew who she actually was. Not only would her facade be rejected– it was more than that. The real Lydia would be rejected, and that’s terrifying to her. But in this scene, Stiles is effectively telling her that she’s not crazy, that she’s brilliant and important and trustworthy, while simultaneously beaming up at her like she’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. 

Lydia is everything she is, and she’s able to safely be that person in front of Stiles, she doesn’t have to pretend anything. The red string scene, for me, really epitomizes that. 

god why is there so much drama with bts these days

anonymous asked:

Hi! Just wanna say I love, love your kabby gifs! They're all so pretty:) and I was wondering if you read any kabby fanfiction? I'm new to the fandom so I'm really hungry for some fics, but it's been hard for me to find good ones because the majority of them on ao3 are actually c***a or b******e fics (kabby as side pairing in them) so I'd really appreciate it if you could recommend me some good kabby fics! Thank you in advance!

Hey there! tysm for the compliment I don’t deserve it >3 and yes, I do read fanfic. I can’t say I’ve read every single one of them but definitely 80% of them. below are some of the fics that I like. please know that I’m not into au fics soooo if you like au you probably need to ask somebody else😂

 (since I don’t know every writer’s url here I’m gonna link their ao3 account page)

and that’s pretty much it! I know there are still a lot of amazing fics but it’s impossible to find them all:( these are the ones I like the most so I hope you’re satisfied with this answer and thanks to all these amazing writers >33 

anonymous asked:

can i request rfa with v and saeran included ( if you dont mind) reacting to mc who doesnt like taking or having their pictures taken bc they thought they look ugly. actually ive asked this on another mm blog, but i'd love to see what you would come out with :)) tysm 💕

Thank you for your request! I hope I did alright on this one! I had the reactions in my head but couldn’t find the words to properly describe them so I hope it turned out well :)

Zen: He loves taking selfies and he wants to take some with you but when he finds out that you don’t like taking pictures because you think you look ugly, he is absolutely shocked. He now (even more than before) compliments you and your appearance because he finds you extremely beautiful. He expresses this every single day and will never stop, ever.

Yoosung: Very surprised when you say you’re ugly and don’t like taking pictures because he finds you stunning and adorable. He admires your beauty and really wishes you thought of yourself better. He’ll give you at least one compliment a day and try give you more if he wasn’t so embarrassed. He loves seeing your smile and that’s what makes his heart pound.

Jaehee: Understands why you think yourself as ugly because she understands as a woman however she can see your beauty. She’ll tell you repeatedly that you are beautiful and you shouldn’t think otherwise. The photos don’t matter to her, she just wants you to have a better opinion of yourself.

Jumin: Just gives you a silent stare which you know as,”are you serious?” He’s stated multiple times what he thinks about your beauty yet he feels low-key disappointed that you would beat yourself down in such a way. He doesn’t understand why you can’t just be confident about your appearance so he’ll do anything he can to make sure you begin to love yourself.

707: Begins to put messages around the place with little compliments about you or your appearance. He wants you to love yourself as much he loves you, though he wants to love you a bit more. One day while you’re on the couch, he’ll turn off the lights and in bright lights he’ll show the words,“I think you’re beautiful.”
Then there will be a flash, he just took a picture of you.

V: From the little bit of you he can see, he knows instantly about how beautiful you are. When he smiles, he smiles and it hurts him to know that soon this will be a sight he can’t see. As a photographer, he wants to see the beauty inside you and that starts from your self esteem. He’ll continue to encourage you in hopes that you’ll love yourself, then he’ll be able to see your true beauty.

Saeran: When you tell him you think you’re ugly and don’t want to take a photo, he just looks at you blankly. He knows you’re beautiful, he can see it but can’t think of a way to say it. Amongst his loss of words, he just says it in a straightforward manner. This leaves his face completely red and hence Tsundere!Saeran appears.

anonymous asked:

Yoo. You don't need to make edits or hold conversations or something. But if you're wondering why you keep this blog is for me of course; you have no idea who I am but man you are a literal ray of sunshine whenever you appear on my dash.

yea like….mentally i know that but i don’t feel connected to my blog anymore. i used to write or even attempt edits but i can’t anymore. i don’t have the energy to hold conversations anymore even tho i’m talking to such lovely people. i think i’ve gotten so used to having this blog that i’m worried i don’t know what i’d do without it. i mean like. i’ve had it for 2.5 years, i have 14k followers, but at the end of the day i’m not really gaining anything from it. i’m not contributing. i’m just reblogging posts that people could find from my mutuals. i feel like i’m probably gonna take some time away from the site and maybe i’ll come back. but idk. i just feel like there’s nothing here for me anymore which sounds so dramatic lol but that’s just how it is

i’m honestly super touched that you appreciate my blog <3 and like….me not knowing if i want to keep this blog has nothing to do with you guys, my followers have been so important to me these past couple years but i still feel a bit hollow. maybe because i’d want to be blogging about other things at this point. but either way thank you so much for reaching out



That thing I said about art raffles?




1. You have to be following me. Don’t follow me, enter, then leave. I will disqualify you and your entry will be converted into $1 and donated to an artist of my choice.

2. NO NSFW. I can’t anatomy to save a life, plus I kind of really don’t enjoy drawing this type of thing lmao.

3. If it’s an OC, PLEASE send me a reference picture, especially one with a colour palette built in. I’d rather not waste time trying to sift through blogs to find colour references.

4. NOTHING OVERLY COMPLICATED, for the love of God. I work 32 hours at a job I hate, and adding commute times that’s about 11 hours a day, 4 days a week I’m out of my house and not at my PC lol.

5. 1 REBLOG = 1 ENTRY. And ONLY FROM THIS ORIGINAL POST. I will not be reblogging this post itself as a reminder either, just so I don’t tamper with results, but expect it to be posted as a link over the course of the next few days. Just in case timezone shenanigans! >w>


1st place: ONE WINNER will get ONE FULLY COLOURED, SHADED, AND MAYBE SHITPOSTED PIECE OF ART. (Example 1 (no BG)  |  Example 2 (yes BG)  |  Example 3 (shitpost) )

2nd place: TWO WINNERS will get ONE FULLY COLOURIZED ICON. (Examples 1-3  |  Example 4)

3rd place:: FIVE WINNERS will get ONE SKETCHYFIED DRAWING. (Example 1  |  Example 2)



That will be all. Enjoy your months of waiting for the results to come up! Love every single one of you! <3 And feel free to read the tags for my actual reaction to the follower count lmao

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anonymous asked:

You guys are really the life and blood of all Haikyuu shippers, (especially KageHIna Shippers XD) and I'd like to thank you guys so much for all the time and effort you guys put into every single one of your scanlations. My question is do you guys have a complete list of Bubuhanten's works in chronological order? would love to see it if you guys have it. If you don't just keep doing your best. Thank guys.

Hi there, thank you so much for your support! We are all happy to know that you guys appreciate our efforts! :)

As for your question, we don’t have one but I’ll make you a list now. XD I assume that you only meant her Kagehina doujins and not her Roy x Edward (FMA) ones, so here it is:

As you’ve noticed, almost all of Bubunhanten’s Kagehina doujins are already scanlated, with the exception of her C87 ones and Nemurenai Yoru no Hanashi. By the way, I haven’t included her two compilation books since the stories included in there are the ones listed above.

novetteus  asked:

I have a desperate need for a deviation to the Soulmates!AU, because Reaper's shattered every piece of my being (along with every angsty imagine on this blog; I read through every. single. one., pulled an all-nighter for it with null regrets :'D ) Could you please write one where he meets his soulmate while he's still Reyes, before the explosion? Whether it continues past that point is completely up to you! Having read your Reaper version, I'd love to see your take on pre-edgelord, too. .u.

Making people lose sleep over my writing is my highest aspiration tbh :D

I was deliberating making this angsty (because there’s just so much potential for that omg) but I felt like writing fluff instead, so here you go :)

Requests are closed!

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seventeen as brothers

seungcheol: the bro that will always protect you at all costs

jeonghan: the “cut your hair it can’t be longer than mine” bro

jisoo: literally the perfect bro; lets you borrow anything you want from him

wonwoo: the bro that bangs on your door because you’re too loud but is blasting his heavy metal song in full volume

mingyu: the bro that will constantly tease you for being short

chan: the bro that’ll dance billy jean during dinner

jihoon: the hardworking bro who always gets straight A’s

minghao: the kind of bro that you’ll brag about to your friends

junhui: the bro that all your friends have a crush on

soonyoung: that one bro that creates dances with every single word you say

seokmin: the optimistic bro that all the teachers love but he’s actually just a professional pranker

seungkwan: the sassy bro that’ll always invite you to go shopping whether you like it or not

hansol: the “stop saying oh my god oh my god” bro

  • Who needs true love as long as you love me truly?
  • I don't believe in fairytales, but I believe in you and me.
  • You want the same as I, so stop pretending.
  • This is not a love song, hunny if you want one better turn it off.
  • Don't need your heart 'cause I got mine.
  • Take my love before I go because you should know I'm about to break your heart.
  • Feels like we are stuck here in a badly written TV show.
  • Do you want me for my body? Do you want me for my brain?
  • I'm in love with a zombie, but his heart is so cold.
  • You like your words to cut, you like to choose the best artillery.
  • Am I the epitome of everything you hate and you desire? You love me like an enemy.
  • It feels so surgical how you dissect every mistake I make.
  • Say my name, hit me hard, put that gun right to my heart... Bang.
  • Shut your mouth and close the door, I wanna watch you while you take it off.
  • You're 'bout to, but boy don't pull the trigger yet, I haven't reloaded the clip.
  • I'm gonna make tonight a show.
  • Thought that cupid shot me with love, it was only a arrow.
  • If you wanna be the one be the one, just for now, but we're not in love.
  • Broke a couple hearts but I'm not trying to start a collection.
  • If you're wondering why your window's smashed, your shirts are slashed, your house is trashed, me. Don't you know that it's me?
  • Call me psychotic or numb, I'm just a product of love, so thanks for showing me how.
  • If i had a dime for every single time you ever made me cry I'd be a millionaire.
  • I'd rather beg then live that lie with you again.
  • You had it all but all I am is not enough, so I'm taking back my heart.
  • They say a picture says a thousand words, but I would trade a thousand pictures to hear one of yours.
  • I miss you every day like they took summer away, like they took color away, and this grey, needs to get the hell away from me.
  • I know my heart is broken but you can have it anyway, if I could only see you again.
  • My heart stopped but I'm still breathing.
  • How can you say that someone is really bad when they do everything with a good heart?
  • What do you know about love? What do you know about real love?
  • We'll never go to heaven but who needs to when you live this good?
  • If I paint my sins white will it make me pure again?
  • You got no power to control how I make you my toy.
  • Don’t you wanna claim my body like a vandal?
  • Come and pin me down.
  • We’re hell raising and we don’t need saving ‘cause theres no salvation for a bad boy.
  • We’re rock bottom but there ain’t no stopping ‘cause its you and me against the world.
  • I put my high heels on so I'm closer to God.
  • When the night is young and we look 25 but we're sweet 16 can I be the one to turn your nightmare into a dream?
  • I'll be yours tonight, but don't hold me too tight... When we say goodbye, remember, boys don't cry.
  • I'm gonna tease you through your jeans yeah but when it's over better catch amnesia.
  • Don't f***ing tell me when I've had too much.
  • I'm over the limit? What is the limit really?
  • You know I'll ride with you right through the fire of hell.
  • Do I look pretty through all your tears?
  • Too late to trade it all for that one last chance.
  • Can you hear my heart through the prison bars?
  • I’m a ****ing teenage tragedy.
  • Hold on before you say that you’re better off without me.
  • I’m gone and I ain’t coming back this time, I’m gonna find my home underneath the city lights.
  • Don't tell me I'm unfixable.
  • You don’t know what it’s like to be seventeen with no place to go!
  • Remind me one more time it’s the best days of our lives.
  • Just because I fight don't mean that I never learned how to love.
  • You know, devils don't fly, so don't expect me not to fall.
  • Devils don't fly, but I try.
  • Angels were never meant to fall and you were the loveliest of all.
  • I used to put my ear against the wall to hear the screams, to hear the fall, more reasons to escape it all.
  • You knew that I could hurt you but you said I was worth the fight.
  • We're the kids your momma warned you about.
  • I eat boys like a cannibal, f**k hard, howl at the moon like an animal.
  • When I fall in love, I fall down the rabbit hole.
  • We're gonna do it anyway!
  • We're gonna f**k like rabbits.
  • Follow me down the rabbit hole.
  • Been 25 times that I called but I know that you love me.
  • Out of all the stupid boys I knew I had to fall for you.
  • Out of all the pretty lies you told can one of them be true?
  • When you wake up I'll still believe you're mine.
  • No, no, no, this is not the plan, if I can't have you, then no one can.
  • Tell me it's over.
  • I'll open my bottle but no, I ain't opening my door.
  • Say you'll forget me, say you'll erase me from your mind.
  • Save the words you've rehearsed, we both know I won't be fine.
  • You know that fate don't take my bribes and I only want what's never mine.
  • At least can we be friends?
  • But if no one understands me at least you could pretend...
  • I'll stay here to defy our fears even though I know it'll end in tears.
  • I know your friends say that I'm trouble.
  • Love me even when my lies ain't white.
  • I'm the best mistake you'll ever make.
  • Save your innocence for the next life.
  • I'm trouble.
I'd love to wake up next to you

for the yoonmin anon!!

genre: fluffy, sooo fluffy 

authors note: thank you for requestion yoonmin they are my otp lol so when u said any type of yoonmin fic so many ideas came to mind i hope you like it!!! 

words: 401 

If there was one thing Yoongi adored in this world it was waking up next to Jimin. Watching the younger dream and mumble stuff in his sleep made Yoongi’s heart melt like a popsicle on a sunny day.

He swore he fell more in love with Jimin every single day; counting the faded freckles on the younger’s cheeks as if they were constellations in the night sky.
To Yoongi, Jimin was a beautiful daydream and he never wanted to wake up.

Even with wisps of faded orange sprawled out on the pillow he still looked absolutely captivating while the faint color of strawberries stained on his lips made Yoongi dizzy.

He almost found himself getting lost in the complicated twisted labyrinth that is Park Jimin.  

It’s funny how just 3 simple little words could absolutely change everything. But Yoongi was ready for that change.

“ I love you Jimin.”

Breathing a sigh of relief. The words echoed through the room breaking the morning silence. Every emotion hit him all at once. He finally said it even if Jimin didn’t hear it he said it. The words he has so desperately been wanting to say since the day he met him.

Yoongi could feel his heart burst into a million butterflies. Eyes wide open. Palms sweating he suddenly realized,

he was completely and utterly in love with Park Jimin.

A gentle yawn and a flutter of deep dark chocolatey eyes are what Yoongi saw gazing up at him

“Did you sleep well hyung?” the sleep ridden boy spoke smiling a toothy grin that made Yoongi fall even more in love with him.

“ I slept wonderful my love, how about you” He spoke running a hand through his faded orange hair looking Jimin in the eyes fondly.

“Yoongi?” Jimin spoke studying Yoongi’s features


“I think I love you.” He confessed.

“ I think I love you too.”

Rosy cheeks and shy smiles were shared between the two while they watched the dawn turn to day. Perfectly intertwined with each other; hidden beneath the castles of blankets, slipping in at out of dreams and reality. Perfectly wrapped up within one another.

forythetilly  asked:

Hi beautiful!!! Omg first of all I want to say that you're amaizing and my new favourite drabble writter and AU creator! Love every single one of them! Ok soooo tomorrow's by birthday and I really wanted to ask you from deeply within my heart to PLEASE do a little hiccstrid drabble for me! Pretty please! You can publish it tomorrow? That'd be one of the best birthday gifts for me! I'd looove that! LOVE YOU!! (If you want especificacion about the fic, can please include smut and fluff??)

Thank you, sweetheart, I’m glad you’ve been enjoying everything. I can’t do anything big because I’ve got a jam packed weekend, but I can do a minidrabble.

“Hiccup,” she whispers, and he almost wants to scowl at the teasing note in her voice, but he can’t. “Stop shaking.”

“You first,” he mutters. He likes to think he has pretty steady hands— it’s a necessity in forge work and in dragon training. But he won’t deny that there’s a tremor to them as he traces Astrid’s bare waist with his thumb. At least her breaths are coming in trembling pants too.

“We’ve done this before, you know.” Her mouth curls at the side, eyes glittering in the firelight. The shadow of his body casts flickering patterns across her pale skin. “Did you forget where it goes?”

Hiccup gives his new wife a flat look, pausing in his ministrations. “Because I know you and love you, I recognize that your meanness stems from your own obvious nerves.”

That smirk flashes again, but this time there’s a faint insincerity in her expression. Her gaze softens, and her fingers reach up to curl in the locks at the back of his neck. “It’s just another night.”

“No, that is where you are wrong.”

Their marriage clothes are already hanging off of chair backs and over his desk. He can feel the strong mead in his blood, making his body feel warm and loose. Her bridal crown is still on the corner of the bed, half covered by the edge of their furs. The day has been long and exhausting, frustrating and emotional, and he’s reached his limit more times than he wants to admit. But now it’s just them— no village, no responsibilities.

He leans in, presses a kiss against her jaw. She tilts her head aside so she can feel the heat of his breath against her throat. “No, this is… The first night.” His mouth tastes something floral at her neck, something he’s sure either his mother or hers rubbed into her skin. “You look… like THIS, and— and this bed is OUR bed. Not the forge, not the stables, not one of the islands. A real life actual bed that I slaved over. I still have one of the splinters in my palm.”

“Splinters,” she laughs softly, dragging her fingers through his hair. “This is really romantic, babe.”

He presses his forehead against her collarbone and traces her features with his fingertips. “The point is I made us a bed. A bed we’re gonna sleep in through wars and babies and everything in between. And you are in this bed that I made for us for the first time and you’re making fun of me for talking about splinters.”

Her hands slide down to his shoulders, skate over his spine. “I’m sorry, my lord husband.” The teasing thread hasn’t left her voice, but her husky words spark a heat in his blood all the same. “I like our bed. I love our bed. I love you.”

He rewards her by kneading the flesh of her hips and laving the hollow of her throat with his tongue. She makes a little noise of pleasure.

“Is it really just another night for you?” he asks, his question rough with hunger and emotion.

Astrid draws him in close and brushes her lips against his. “Would I be shaking if it was?”