i'll go first

anonymous asked:

heyhey!! i love ur writing i was thinking of a request for jimin (smut 😳😳) where maybe he's like a stereotypical "nerd" but oc doesn't care and when she confesses he can't even believe it and when they get down to it he's like very on edge and tries to stop himself from coming too fast. lol ik this is a common trope but i luvs it thank u.

Ohohohohoho~ maybe…this is Rabbit’s Hole pt.2

Originally posted by mochixhamster

  • Hufflepuff: Time to get up and greet the morning!
  • Ravenclaw: *incoherent mumbling*
  • Hufflepuff: You really should get out of bed.
  • Ravenclaw: *more incoherent mumbling*
  • Hufflepuff: *sighs* I'll make you waffles if you get up now.
  • Ravenclaw: ...okay.
  • my nemesis: i'm going to hurt you of course but first i'll go after all of your friends and--
  • me: i don't.
  • my nemesis: ...what
  • me: i don't have any of those
  • my nemesis: fr.. iends..
  • me: yeah
  • my nemesis: you don't.. have those. not even one
  • me: nope
  • my nemesis: and you aren't like.. lying. for your own/their sake
  • me: no i genuinely just don't have any and i wanted to save you the trouble of having to start the process of looking into it only to find nothing to work with, so
  • my nemesis: oh. ah. wow. that's.. polite. of you. i guess
  • me: mmhm
  • my nemesis: this is like.. seriously bumming me out right now. are you.. busy tonight? oh. fuck. obviously you aren't. sorry. i'm sorry. wasn't trying to be insensitive. god. anyway. we're.. going to go to the movies, okay? i'm not getting any satisfaction out of.. that conversation. any joy just.. whoosh. right out the window. that whole exchange just truly ruined my current state emotionally and i'm.. getting you out of the house. asap
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Today’s prompt was moon and stars and I’m such a sap I’m such a sap

For being someone who’s always sleeping or talking about sleeping or wishing he were asleep Aizawa sure likes being up late at night, doesn’t he

who would have thought I’d have found yet another reason for finding this man relatable

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sooo–i have plans for a YOI model AU zine! (๑´ㅂ`๑) The idea behind it is that Viktor is a retired model who’s gone on to pursue photography and focus on his new agency, Nikiforov Models. He also has his own successful fashion line in which Yuuri (Viktor’s latest protege) is the main face for. The above shots of Yuuri were taken during his time at Celestino Models.

That’s the gist of it, basically! i’ve never even made a zine before-!! /SWEATS/ it’s something I’ve always wanted to do, and i hope i’ll not drop it halfway ;w; If anyone is even remotely interested in getting a zine like this, feel free to let me know (i need a little motivation…just a little, LOL) (´๑•_•๑)

a piece of me
still loves you,

a part of me
still holds onto us.
unable to let go,
unable to clear my mind of you.
unable to peel off your name
that’s engraved in my heart
and the heaviness that follows with every letter that falls
all the memories
and all the laughter.

All the love.

Not wanting to cut the cord that
connects me with you
Not wanting to forget
the way you used to look at me
and the butterflies that made it hard to breathe
but helped me learn to fly again.


Not willing to let go of the map that leads to you
cause our paths were meant to intersect

I ran in the opposite direction but
Everything leads back to you,
and the way you kissed me that night.

My first kiss, my first love.
More than anything
wanting you to be my last.

But this time seems like the last,

I need to let you go
because you already did
you
are not there
you
are not here
and I need to remind my heart
that
you
are not
mine
anymore.

—  a stained heart | 02.15.14 | (this-wastedlove)
Once interlinked, fates go around and return once more
All in accordance with the wishes of humans

“You were the first boy I ever loved.
I’ll never be able to forget you even though sometimes I wish I could.
After you, I forgot how to love.
I drowned myself in liqueur and drunken kisses with blurry faces.
Because that’s how our love started. Now I know that what we had can’t be recreated. It was one of a kind, burned onto my heart and scarring my memories love.

You were the first boy I ever loved. But now I’ve met someone else who could be a different kind of love. A love that could make me realise that the burns and scars you left etched on me, are nothing compared to what losing the real thing could do.

—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never write