idk it might count

Princess

Originally posted by hohbi

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut (legit might get hella dirty idk)

Word Count: 786

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Life Lesson #285: Having a significant other who’s been dancing since they came out of the womb has its perks.

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and so it comes to that time of the night where i do stress-free doodles, those being Rotom!Oikawa (bc his seiyuu VAs in the Pokemon SM show as Rotom) and headshots of @reimeijennoir’s Assassin!Kuro that is apart of their Servamp Quest AU (which I absolutely LOVE). Clearly, I had a Kuro and Mahiru doodle above the two Kuro ones, but they were just so bad I couldn’t show ‘em rip:(

Fluff and Fold

pairing: john laurens x reader

summary: reader and john meet in a laundromat. fluff ensues.

warnings: idk i think there might be a single swear word

word count: 2,175

a/n: hi hello it’s been a hot minute since i posted, so here’s this really obnoxiously fluffy fic i hope you like it. also WOW i wrote a laurens fic isn’t that cool. inbox is open for requests/comments/concerns, happy reading!!


You struggle to swing the door to the laundromat open, juggling your laundry basket and your laptop bag. If you were going to be stuck in the fluorescent lit hell at nearly midnight, you were going to at least get some work done while you’re at it.

The door finally flies open and you march through it triumphantly, moving toward one of the tables along the center of the room. A soft grunt escapes you as you try to heave the heavy basket up onto the table. As you’re swinging the basket, it collides with something and topples to the floor, your socks and pajamas tumbling out all over the tile.

“Shit,” you mutter, bending down to scoop your clothing back into the basket. You reach forward to grab a sock and your hand bumps into another hand. Your eyes shoot up and meet a pair of soft hazel ones, framed in long black lashes. Delicate curls of chocolate brown hair wind their way down his neck and reach his shoulders, a subtle ring of frizz illumined into a warm golden halo in the harsh lighting.

“I’m so sorry,” the freckled man gasps. His subtle southern accent tugs at your heartstrings. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s there.

“It’s alright,” you feel your cheeks heat up under his stare. “I should’ve been paying closer attention to what I was doing.”

The two of you are nearly finished cleaning up the jumbled mess of laundry when he chuckles, holding out a pajama top that somehow ended up in his basket.

“As much as I love pink satin, I find it hard to believe that this belongs to me.” His eyes glint with amusement as you giggle, taking the shirt from his hand.

“But it’s your color,” you tease.

His eyes crinkle and he lets out a laugh, the sound like music to your eyes. It’s a sound you wouldn’t mind hearing more of, you decide.

“I’m John Laurens,” he says, offering his hand for you to shake.

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Concept time, kids.

Anakin refuses to kill Dooku, instead deciding that he’s gonna do the good Jedi thing and bring him back alive. So, after somehow juggling three old men up an elevator shaft and then Grievous deciding that jumping out of a hole into space with a handless Dooku wouldn’t be such a swell idea, Dooku ends up a prisoner of the Republic.

Well, a prisoner in the Jedi temple. Yoda can really raise a logical stink when he wants to, and Dooku being held where he has no chance of escaping is the best possible idea.

Or something.

Basically, Dooku live and gets badass cyborg hands. That’s really all that’s important here. The fact that he was beaten and then SAVED by Skywalker is irrelevant. The fact that Yoda is ricocheting between not giving two shits about Dooku and then surreptitiously slipping into his cell/medical room after the Count has been sedated because “On the prisoner, an eye must be kept” totally not because he’s quietly fighting with himself to *gasp* clear the air between them before Dooku is inevitably imprisoned somewhere for life or, more likely, killed by Palpatine for his failure is also irrelevant.

The only one Dooku would be willing to talk to is Obi-Wan. And Jocasta Nu. Definitely Jocasta Nu. He calls her Jo. They get along very well. Always have.

(Yes, I fucking ship them.)

remade my blog (again)

follow my new blog here if you want to! i’ll be deleting this one soonish

Tag Thingy

tagged by @theinsidiouscinnamonroll  Yay Fam

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Nickname?

Squish, Squishy, Liz, Lizzy, Poofles, Bamp

Star sign?

Pisces 

Height?

5′ 3 ish

Time right now?

12:54 pm (CST)

Favourite music artists?

Panic! at the Disco, Paramore, Young the Giant, Fitz and the Tantrums, Miike Snow, Decemberists

Song stuck in your head?

Genghis Khan by Miike Snow 

Last movie watched?

Hunt for the Wilderpeople (director Taika Waititi is a BEAUTIFUL person)

Last TV show watched?

Does RWBY count? Idk I think it might have been like Tree house Masters in the background tbh.

What are you wearing right now?

Clothes. 

When did you create your blog?

Like mid-December-ish 2016

What kind of stuff do you post?

All of it. My aesthetic is just things I think are worth sharing with other people.

Equal parts memes, inspirational reblogs, hamiltrash, pjo/hoo/mcgatrash, phantrash, brendon urie trash, and reblogs

Do you have any other blogs?

I am a part of the @alexfierrnofam (join if you want to just read the rules)

Also I have a sideblog talking about my life with Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia and kind of chronic illness in general. If you are familiar with that condition or would like to educate yourself, please follow @cahteen gracias

Do you get asks regularly?

Never gotten an ask… very sad lonely tomato. (y’all can ask me things if you want)

Why did you choose your URL?

I am an introvert, very touchy-feely with friends in a platonic way because i’m aro/ace. I feel like I’m also I walking awkward juxtaposition, so it kinda works.

Gender?

Female? gender doesn’t really matter to me. I can be myself without being labeled as one, the other, both, or neither.

Hogwarts house?

Pottermore said Hufflepuff, but every other quiz i’ve taken says ravenclaw,

So Huffleclaw/Ravenpuff it is!

Pokemon team?

Honestly if this for competitiveness, I have no idea how to put a team together. For playing through the games, I usually just pick the ones that look the best and that have good enough type differences.

Favourite colour?

Aquamarine, teal, neon beige

Average hours of sleep?

7-8 hours

Lucky numbers?

let’s go with 14

Favourite characters:

Dat boi, the dos Equis guy, Annabeth, Hazel, Frank, Leo, Percy, Alex Fierro, Sam, Hearth, Blitz, Mare Barrow, Cal, Kilorn,  

How many blankets do you sleep with?

My bed has like seven blankets. Overkill? Yes. yes it is.

Dream job?

Pediatric endocrinologist, or medical research technician, or aerospace engineer. (lol im such a nerd)

Tagging: @washinghamilton @unique-intestine @pichubrothers123 @love-doesnt-discriminate @gengoozle @existentialcrisisconvention @aspecmoodboards @acejokes @i-write-shakespeare-not-disney @the-real-ted-cruz

A Different Side of Him

Word Count: 2768

Released: 160307

Genre: idk? Schoolboy AU

A/N: I might make an alternate story line for this

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Jimin Ending | Yoongi Ending

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Standing in front of your mirror, you hold your textbooks a little tighter and furrow your eyebrows. You scan yourself, silently judging your school uniform’s skirt for being a little too short for your liking. Normally, you’d enjoy going to school and not pay your uniform any attention, but something happened to make you hate it.

Your teacher had assigned partners for your poetry project in English class. Most people would be okay working with a friend for a project, but you dreaded this particular project. You weren’t partnered with a friend of yours. You were partnered with the worst kid in school; Min Yoongi. How could your teacher partner you with someone who sleeps in class, fails at everything, and attends Saturday detention almost every week? Shaking your head in frustration, you grab your backpack and your keys.

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