1. Taehyung and the slight trip he did while stepping off the platform just broke the internet.
2.The sound of the snow crunching is delicious!
3. Where can i get the bracelets on his arm?? Also smart to freeze your hands off and save your ears.
4. Jungkook you look beautiful *sighs*
5. Lol for a split second Kookie looked like Yugyeom istg
6. Who told Rap Monster he could be this soft??? These blue contacts!!!
7. Jimin is cancelling my future goals in life with that smile by the ocean.
8. Even the subs are in color! Ughh so much prettttyyyy.
9. The train dropped him off at the world’s smallest hotel.
10. Then Rap Monster ended back on the train because..um…reasons
11. JUNGKOOK why are you looking so thoughtful?? Is it because you’re thinking about me? *hint hint*
12. I always knew Namjoon was royalty.
13. Lol let’s just throw random things at our leader in slow motion. At least Jin was throwing a pillow.
14. Neverending “Stairs” symbolizing i don’t know do I look like a psychologist to you?
15. There Jin goes always taking pictures.
16. Honestly they are all so beautiful that I’m dying.
17. OHMYGAHD YOU MISS ME??? I MISS YOU TOO *ugly cries*
18. The vocals are so sweet and pure help me.
19. Yoongi is brushing his teeth and I’m on the edge of my seat.
20. THIS IS ART PEOPLE!
21. Tae is taking pics too. I hope my eyes weren’t closed.
22. I just want to point out that Jimin is eating Tostitos. THIS IS MARKETING PEOPLE!
23. That birthday cake is depressing.
24. Jin is wearing a sweater and shorts. The purpose of warmth is being defeated.
25. THEY GOT HOT POCKETS TOO
26. There is way too much to look at i am seriously overwhelmed by this entire MV.
27. My heart is tumbling like the clothes in the dryer.
28. WHERE DID THEY EVEN FIND ENOUGH CLOTHES FOR YOONGI TO SIT ON?????
29. OKAY GUYS WE CAN ALL GO HOME HOSEOK IS SITTING ON A TRAIN AT SUNSET. OUR WISHES HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!
30. (I should probably stop screaming)
31.Suga in this pink sweater and contacts shall be my ruin.
32. Can you die by aesthetics?? Is that possible??
33. I just want to touch the softness.
34. How do you get a ticket on this train? Is it like the polar express?
35. Jungkook has been at this abandoned fair deal all day in one spot, clearly he needs some milk or something.
36. You can’t sit on a moving train and throw a paper plane forward. It would fly backwards. #PHYSICS
37. Kookie finally left his window view and is now searching for his purpose.
38. Who am I kidding I don’t even care what any of this means.
39. The vocal line is so smooth like butter on the toast of my life.
40. AWH the squad just fell in line. Maknae life must be sweet.
41. *Starts humming Run under breath*
42. Yo did this turn into Inception or something? Did bro really just catch himself on the train??
43. This mountain of clothes is growing clearly wash day isn’t happening anymore.
44. Wait now everybody is on the train?? Darn you BigHit for always messing with my mind!!
45. All this slow motionnnnn gahhh
46. Slay them Hoseok freaking last
47. Where was this shot? It’s so beautiful!
49. KIDS IN AFRICA NEED SHOES BRO DON’T THROW THEM!
I am very new at writing fanfiction. This is only the second piece that I have shared with the masses, but I had an idea and I couldn’t get it out of my mind so I wrote it down. I hope you like it and please BE KIND!
PS it’s also a little long, but it’s worth the read.
Mor looked down at her daughter who slept soundly in her arms and smiled. Then suddenly the baby sneezed and the unexpected sound made Mor jump and she held her breath as her daughter settled into sleep again. Unfortunately at two weeks old the baby girl was still without a name. Her family had taken to calling her Baby Moriel, combining Mor’s and Azriel’s names. It had been funny to start with but the longer her daughter was left without a name the more Moriel was beginning to stick and Mor didn’t like that.
Leaning back in her chair Mor thought back to instances in her daughter’s life, like she had many times before, looking for inspiration. She and Azriel had gone through what seemed like hundreds of names but none had fit.
Unexpected was one word Morrigan would use to describe her daughter’s existence and out of exasperation it was sounding like a decent name. But Unexpected was an awful choice and it had connotations as to being unwanted, which was everything her daughter was not.
The first unexpected experience was when Mor discovered she was pregnant. She had been sparring with Cassian and he had pushed her to her limits. She was on the ground retching while his smartass mouth was running away with him.
“Come on Mor,” Cassian said with his face set into an arrogant smirk, “we’re not finished. Up you get.” Cassian started stalking forward, making to attack again.
“Back off Cassian,” Mor snarled trying to steady her heaving body. Cassian didn’t back off and only chuckled as he stepped closer. “By the Cauldron Cassian, I’m serious,” Mor had hissed as a final warning.
Cassian lunged and Mor sent out a force blast that knocked Cassian on his ass. Mor was breathing deep as she pulled herself up with the assistance of a nearby wall, Cassian was already up and shaking out his wings.
Then he said while laughing, “The last time you couldn’t handle training like this was when…” they locked eyes and Cassian took in a deep breath through his nose.
“Was when I was pregnant with Daeron…” Mor thought to herself.
Both Cassian’s and Mor’s eyes had gone wide then Cassian turned his head slightly and yelled, “Azriel!”
Within moments Azriel was there. Seeing Mor leaning against the wall Azriel moved instinctively towards her, his shadows drawing closer to him and worry marring his handsome features.
“Morrigan, what is it?” Azriel asked. Mor didn’t speak. She couldn’t.
“Take a whiff, Az,” Cassian said folding his arms.
Looking between them Azriel continued to move closer to Mor and she saw him breathe deep, then his shadows flared. Using all the speed he could muster he closed the distance between them and put one hand on the small of her back and the other cupped Mor’s cheek. Mor shifted most of her weight to Azriel’s care and he held her close, leaning his forehead to hers. “Mor,” Azriel whispered.
Mor tried to speak but nausea overwhelmed her and leaning out of Azriel’s grasp Mor’s hands landed on her knees and she vomited.
yooo roommate!ashton would so be the type of guy if he heard a loud thud while you were in the bathroom and he rushed to find you curled in the fetal position whimpering because oh shit you think you broke your arm but you’re also naked so he’d involuntarily scream out apologies while throwing his hands to his face because - hell, no matter how great you look in your birthday suit - his mama raised him right. but even with his eyes closed he’d still try to help you - despite his fumbling hands, accidental groping, and every word uttered from his mouth being an ongoing stream of “sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry-”
A/N This is not the best, but I hope ya’ll enjoy it….boop ;)
“Hanzo!” You cried out as a talon agent slashed him in the arm. His bow fell out of his hand as streams of blood ran down his tattooed arm. Aiming through your scope, you took down the agent in one shot.
You ran up to your lover’s slumped body, his chest rising in a rapid speed.
“Hey, baby, look at me! You’re gonna be okay” you kneeled down beside him, snapping your fingers to alert his fuzzy mind.
Currently in panic mode, you ripped a piece of cloth from your costume, applying pressure onto his gash to slow down the bleeding.
You grabbed your medical kit, taking out the disinfectant and pouring it onto his wound. “Fuck!” Hanzo hissed, “shh, it’s alright” you reassured, dabbing the cloth onto the bloddied arm.
You then grabbed the needle and “thread”, closing the wounds on his arm.
“Thank you” Hanzo whispered while you bandaged his stitched arm, “anything for you baby” you smiled.
Hanzo pulled you in for a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body closer to his.
“If you two are done sucking each others’ faces, some help from you two would be nice!” 76 yelled. You two parted, pink dusting both of your cheeks.
You giggled, “c'mon tiddy man, back in the fight! Just becareful out there yeah?” You joked, helping Hanzo get back up on his feet.
He pulled his arm out from between them to slide it under Ty’s neck, urging Ty closer to his side. “I… I’m here. For you. You know that. Right?” And the shaky words whispered against Ty’s cheek just stuttered to a stop. Ty was still, the tip of his nose cold against Zane’s cheek as they lay tangled together. “I know,” he assured Zane, the words barely more than breaths against Zane’s lips. “What were you really gonna ask?” he added as his fingertips slid under Zane’s shirt, resting against the skin of his lower back. Zane huffed and shivered as Ty’s cold fingers hit his warm skin. Ty knew him too well. “What are they like? The flashbacks? Are they anything like when you’re half-awake but still having a nightmare?” Ty swallowed hard and pushed his head back a little, enough that Zane could just make out his eyes. Ty was looking at him in the darkness. “It’s more like… a feeling,” he tried to explain haltingly. “The feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you’re falling. Like I’m not sure which way is up.” Zane tightened his arms. “I won’t let you fall.” Then he winced apologetically. Very trite. Trite but true.
…that home was never a place for me.
It was your arms, your warmth and the laughter and softness in your eyes when you looked at me.
…that you were always enough. Enough
for your people, enough for your family, enough for me – we never wished you
had been different. You were perfect, with all your imperfections.
…that you were beautiful. It was the
gray in your hair and the scars on your body; the hum of your voice and your
laughter in the air; the touch of your fingers and gentleness of your lips.
…that you were powerful beyond
imagining. Your embrace could soothe the demons inside; your voice could conjure stories of ages long past. Fighting those demons together made
us stronger and although they never left, they became
easier to bear.
…that you were always worthy. No one
ever doubted you as much as you doubted yourself and you did better by us than
you ever thought you did. You were good. You were worthy.
…that I will never forget. This I
swear – as long as I live, they will know. They will know about the king they
lost, the friend, the uncle, the brother. And in thousands of years they will
still speak your name as a ward against the shadow and there will be nothing left but love.
Imagine Bucky letting Anakin upgrade his arm. Or Anakin and Bucky having metal arm wrestling, with Erik walking by to effortlessly win
Bucky and Anakin get matching left arms. Anakin’s has the Unfettered mark on the back of the hand. Bucky’s says “fuck Hydra.”
Every single time they try to arm wrestle this happens. He always waits until it looks like one of them is just about to win. And then - thump. Both metal arms hit the table. “I win,” Erik says mildly, and goes back to fixing a smoothie. Without electricity. Because he’s metalbending the blades in the blender.
“Show off,” Bucky and Anakin mutter at exactly the same time.
Erik just kind of looks at them, because he knows for a fact Anakin can do exactly the same thing with the Force, and Bucky totally would if he had the ability.
#EVEN THIS FUCKING PROMO SHOT FOR THE DVD MENU #EVERYONE ELSE IS LOOKING AT THE CAMERA AND BEING BADASS #EXCEPT JAKE WHO’S JUST LOOKING AT AMY LIKE #’HAHA SANTIAGO UR SO LAME LIKE WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING WITH YOUR HOLSTER’ #’CAN U EVEN STAND RIGHT I MEAN GOD’ #’JUST CROSS YOUR ARMS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE’ #’ALSO YOU’RE OVERSHADOWING ME STANDING WAY TOO CLOSE I CAN SMELL YOUR PERFUME OR SOMETHING’ #’ACTUALLY IT SMELLS QUITE NICE AND NOT LIKE OLD GRANDMA’ #’YOU’RE MAKING ME FIDGET GO AWAY OR I’LL BE FORCED TO POKE YOU AND MAKE YOU DO THAT CUTE SCOWL YOU DO’ #’OH MY GOD HOW ARE WE UNABLE TO TAKE A DECENT FORWARD FACING PICTURE AS A GROUP THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT AMY’
Since it’s October have a little monster-ish thing that’s terrible. It’s from this prompt thing, but I changed it up a bit.
Sorry for any mistakes made.
Hiccup pushed back the hair from his face as he rummaged through another box. He gave a grunt of approval as he finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out his bath towels and draped a few over his arm and padded into the bathroom.
Toothless scuttled after him, smoke trailing from his nostrils. Hiccup looked at him with a thoughtfully, wondering if the projection Astrid had put on him would hold. If someone found out that he was a dragon and not a black cat, Hiccup was sure to get kicked out. He had to leave his last apartment because apparently Toothless kept getting out and setting off the fire alarms. Needless to say, Hiccup’s neighbors didn’t like him.
Now he knelt down, scratching his companion under his scaly chin. “I’ll be a second, try not to chew any boxes.” The dragon gave a squawk and went off, probably to go do the exact opposite of what Hiccup wanted. Hiccup stood and shook his head. “I swear…” He trailed off and shut the bathroom door.
He turned on the water and let the steam rise. Taking in a deep breath, he sighed blissfully. Being half-siren gave Hiccup a love for water, much like his mother. He remembered being little and his father having to force him out of the bathtub. Those were good times.
Hiccup shed his clothes and piled them up. With a hiss of joy he stepped into the spray. As he scrubbed himself down, he began to hum. The melody from a song that had been playing on radio while he was unpacking was stuck in his head. He grabbed the shampoo and lathered up his hair. “I thought I’d been hurt before,” he sang softly, “but no one’s ever left me quite this sore.” He nodded his head to the beat. “Your words cut deeper than a knife, now I need someone to breathe me back to life.”
He continued washing and singing, his voice getting louder as he went on. “You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe,” he belted, “shaking, falling into my knees and now that I’m without kisses, I’ll be needing sti-” He was stopped abruptly when there was a pounding on his door. “J-Just a second,” he shouted.
Hiccup grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped himself. He almost slipped on his hurry to the door, but managed to make it. He opened the door, surprised to see a stranger with shockingly white hair standing in the hall. Toothless let out a growl and scampered out the door before Hiccup could stop him. “Toothless! You rotten dra-” He looked at the stranger and cleared his throat. “Uh, cat… You rotten cat.” He crossed his arms self-consciously. “Can I help you?”
“I-I don’t know really…” The stranger rubbed his forehead. “This is going to sound stupid, but I just heard this singing-like, probably the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard and I just followed it…” He looked around and shrugged. “I guess I ended up here.”
Hiccup tucked a wet lock of hair behind his ear, skin heating up. “O-Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, I probably look crazy right now.” He must have had a great dentist because this guy had a perfect smile.
“Not that crazy.” Hiccup smiled back awkwardly. “I’m Hiccup, just moved in.”
“Jack, I’m right next door.”
“Nice to meet you.” Hiccup shifted from foot to foot. “So, uh…”
Jack flushed. “Oh, right I should let you get back to your shower.”
“Actually, I need to get my cat first. He sort of ran out and if I don’t get him back in here, I’m pretty sure I’m going to get kicked out.” The freckled male bit his lip.
“I can help you!” Jack offered eagerly. “After you get dressed, that is.”
Hiccup nodded. “Give me a minute.” He shut the door and pressed his back against it, tilting his head back. “Oh, no, no, no,” he groaned under his breath. “Why does he have to be hot?”
I’M SORRY MY BUDDY!!! but we should talk about this. we should talk about ju affection. we should talk about how he looks at noel like he’s the sun and stars when noel’s not looking. we should talk about the live show hugs where he welcomed noel’s practical leap into his arms and the look on ju’s face was of pure joy and affection. we should talk about how through and through he’s always had his arm hooked around noel’s neck in THE SAME WAY EVEN AFTER ALMOST 20 GODDAMN YEARS. we should talk about how he said he preferred working with noel in stand up, and missed it (him). we should talk about how romantically ju described noel’s features on twitter. we should talk about how he called them george and mildred, the dad and the wife. we should talk about the time in childmen where ju immediately offered to buy something for noel that noel took an interest in. we should talk about how ju absolutely adores noel right the fuck back