i'm really proud of this one guys


I want to thank every ARMY that voted because we did it you guys 😄

I’m so proud of Bangtan. So proud. They really did deserve that award.

I’m overwhelmed and I can’t stop crying.

They made history and we helped make it happen. I know I chose the right group to stan hardcore.

No matter what happens we’ll be there for them and they’ll be there for us.

They made KPOP history. They are without a doubt, one of the biggest acts in kpop and no one can argue with that now.

You guys, they saved me. I don’t know how else to put it without going into a sad sob story but they saved me.

And I’m so happy I can share that. This really is their moment. I’m so proud.

he’s very proud of his expensive grandpa sweater (x)

For an entire month, the Texas sky was nothing but
a broken water-main—and the state that had spent
decades slow-roasting over a pit of Christian gospel
and light-skinned southern values was suddenly
neck-deep in its own baptism.

Turns out that when you have been this starving for rain,
when you have been dry for this long,
the end of the drought only looks like a miracle
on day one.
By day thirty, our cities are drowning.

I know, now, how easily
skin can turn swampland—
that desert soil is the first to oversaturate,
that it only takes two weeks of proper attention
for my body to spill over.

It wasn’t long after I met you that I became
all flash flood and rising water tables.
Understand what torrential rain does
to a heart in a fifteen year drought—
just look what mother nature did to Texas.

I met you and suddenly there were no more dry-spells.
My valleys sloshed with rainwater;
there was nowhere to put all that sky.
It was all the ocean could do to keep up with us.
It was all I could do to keep my head above water.

There’s a reason you don’t give a starving man
a feast—his body has forgotten
how to be full.
He will make himself sick
with this wanting.

When all that Texas drought met you
I flooded my rivers, abandoned my cities,
soaked rot into the walls of my apartment.
For forty days and forty nights
Texas and I became new seas.

I drowned under the weight of what
you thought was a good thing–it’s been too long
since this was freely given and not something
I had to go searching for in the night—too long
since the sky has been anything but clear.

The storm should have been the end to the dry season.
Instead, it was the start of the flood.
You can’t dump heaven on the drought;
all you learn, is that Texas red dirt
can turn quicksand in an instant.

The end of the drought only looks
like a miracle on day one.
By day thirty, I am all tremor and panic attack,
fear flooding the basement. Your smile–
the place where the sky opens up

and pours.

—  I GAVE YOU FLOOD by Ashe Vernon

(…) “Looking back at Chat, he was still leaning against the wall, panting hard, and it was a great view. One you’d never get tired of. Disheveled blonde hair, cheeks dusted red where the mask didn’t cover them, bruised lips…”

The Muse, Chapter 12

A/N: hnnnnngh your idea is so fucking cute and yes for cuddling up to him while he readSSSSSS and okay I think i know how to finish this (not that your ending isn’t any good though! It’s still perfect <3). Lets collab, friend!!! 

This is like a straight injection of sugar to the feels lololol.

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Small Tales from the Borderlands/Doctor Who crossover! :D

Basically… Yeah, I got inspired by Wikipedia xD

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“Don’t be afraid,” I murmured. “We belong together.”
I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words. This moment was so perfect, so right, there was no way to doubt it.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me against him, summer and winter. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was a live wire.
“Forever,” he agreed, and then pulled us gently into deeper water.

anonymous asked:

hi! i was wondering if you guys know the name of the fix where dan says he never blushed so phil starts doing really drastic things to make him blush?? i thought about it this morning and i'm mad i can't remember the name!!

Blush - Dan Howell was proud of a few particular things. He was proud of his YouTube channel and the content that he made, and he was proud of his strong bond with Phil, and the fact that their friendship had lasted this many years. He was also proud of the fact that he’d never been one to blush very easily, and even in situations where he was embarrassed, his face never showed it, and he could simply pretend that he wasn’t.



James McAvoy being a cutie dork and looking at us during The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby Premiere in Cannes Film Festival - 17.05.2014. (Selfie and story here)

Crocs? Seriously?

*John Laurens x reader
*Word count: 900

Summary: college!au where John has a really bad choice in footwear.

Author’s Note: I’m just going through all of my fics and revising them! Requests are open!

Warnings: fluff, bad footwear, that’s it.

Originally posted by hopeanddoubts

“Rise and shine, sleepy head!” A cheerful voice shouted, making me groan and burrow my face more into the pillow. “Mm.. Five more minutes mom,” I grumbled, focusing on keeping my eyes closed instead of the awful sunlight that was shining down on me.

The voice laughed and pulled the blankets off of me, making me shriek and curl up like a baby, shaking my head. “God, Eliza, you’re such a pain in the ass,” I yawned, slowly opening my eyes to be face to face with the grinning Eliza Schuyler.

“You love me!”


She didn’t respond after that, obviously choosing to ignore me. “Anyways,” she chirped, “we have class in like thirty minutes, so I suggest you get your cute butt up and get ready. I’ll have pancakes waiting.”

After she left my room, I rolled out of bed, grumbling under my breath as I made my way to get changed, then making my way downstairs to see Angelica with her head down on the table, soft snores falling from her lips whereas Peggy and Eliza were in the kitchen, talking about something Alex did the other day.

Rolling my eyes, I picked up a plate of pancakes she had made and started eating, chewing slowly when my eyes widened when I realized that I hadn’t done my essay that was due this morning.


“Language!” Eliza scolded, turning away from her conversation with Peggy to glare at me and point her spatula in my direction. I heard a small snicker come from Angelica’s direction and Peggy just sat there, a small trace of a smile hinting at her lips.

I rolled my eyes, pouting as I pushed away my food. “I’m not hungry,” I whispered, Eliza let out a dramatic sigh as she tossed her head back in exasperation and shook her head. “Whatever,” she shrugged, taking the plate away to set it on the kitchen counter. “I’m sure Peggy will happily eat it later.” Peggy nodded her head in agreement, a sight that made me grin a little. Peggy was never someone to turn down food.

Eventually, me and Eliza made our way to our first class, me driving while Eliza was ranting about the flowers she received from Alex the other day.

“I mean he KNOWS I’m allergic to chrysanthemums! So why, out of every available flower type, why does he choose chrysanthemums, god, it makes me so-”

“Eliza, calm down. I’m sure if you asked, Alexander would happily send you more flowers. You know you have the poor guy wrapped around your finger.”

She stayed silent after that, turning up the radio with a slight pout on her lips. I chuckled softly and pulled into the study hall where today’s class was taking place, getting out of the car with Eliza following suit.

I turned to talk with Eliza while we were waiting for class to start only to see she had turned all of her attention to Alexander, making me roll my eyes and turn away with a sigh falling from my lips. I felt a tap on my shoulder, making me turn around to see John.

“Oh hey John! What’s up-” I smile at him only for my gaze to fall to his feet. I guffawed, bringing my hand up to cover my mouth and lift my head to meet John’s now frowning face. I bit my lip, snickering.

“Crocs? Who hurt you so much in this life?” He rolled his eyes, letting out a sarcastic laugh at my comment. “Hah hah, very funny Y/n. Like you haven’t worn some questionable fashion choices before as well.”

I smirked, chuckling a bit, “okay, true. But that was in middle school. At least I’m not walking around campus wearing fucking crocs.” He crossed his arms with a frown, letting out a soft ‘hmph’ at my comment.

“So much for asking you out later…” he muttered, turning away only for him to turn back to me with wide eyes. “Did I say that out loud? Oh god, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

I chortled, nodding my head. “Urm, yeah, you did.” I felt a gleeful smile making its way onto my face. “Did you really mean it?”

He nodded his head, blushing as he scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, I did.” He let out a laugh of disbelief, before sighing, “well this is embarrassing.” I shrugged, smirking up at him.

“It’d be embarrassing if I were to decline your offer of going out, but.. I’m not.”

He looked at me with wide eyes, “r-really?” I snorted, rolling my eyes. “Don’t act so surprised, Laurens. I’ve liked you since eighth grade.”

I looked around a bit before turning back to John.


“So what?”

“Are you gonna ask me out or do I have to do it myself?”

“Oh, right!” He exclaimed, smiling widely. “So, wanna go out later? Maybe see a movie?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. I nodded, a wide grin appearing on my face.

“Of course I will, even with your horrible choice in footwear.”

“Shut up.”

anonymous asked:

I love you, your blog and your fic soooo much. Being the curious person that I am, I've got a couple of questions. Feel free to answer the ones you want! <3 -What country are u from? -How old are u? Because you are BEAUTIFUL -What do you study? Yep this all sounds really creepy, but as a proud follower I want to get to know you, I'm sure I'm not the only one x

Thank you so much!! ❤️💕

I’m actually Canadian. (So if you’ve ever wondered why I spell it ‘colour’ or apologize all the time, that’s it.) I’ve been told I have a Canadian accent, which is sometimes cute. 😳 I’m in my mid-twenties, which apparently means I’m an adult? 🌝 Right now I’m working on my Masters (MSc) in Psycholinguistics. I love it, even if it’s a lot of work. 

I’m always happy to answer any questions if you guys actually want to know things about me. 😘

Fic: Who You Gonna Call? [Ghostbusters|Holtzbert]

So, wow, it’s been a month since @holtzbert-week happened, but here I am, still finishing prompts! This is also partially for @dreamshapers-universe, who put the idea in my head way back when with chapter 73 of Bite Sized and probably doesn’t even know. It had to marinate for a while, but here it is! (Also for the anon who requested this quite a while back and who I hope hasn’t forgotten me! Sorry it took so long!)

(I do not own Ghostbusters or its characters and all mistakes are my own.)


When Will My Wife Return from the War

Som.Va Week - Day Three

NSFW / Promise

When Hana goes away on a mission, she’s all Sombra can think about until she gets back… but then, something goes wrong.

Chapter One

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McHanzo Week 2016, Day 3 - Alternate Universe
Who doesn’t love the good old Hogwarts AU?
Today there’s a bonus one because I really love this AU <:3c tbh I made the second one like a month ago but shh ((ALSO THEY SWAP SCARVES ISNT’T IT CUTE i mean can they do it if they’re in other houses? eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯))