jumping-and-running

I just rewatched the pathcode making from spain when chanbaektao surprise soo with a birthday cake at an unholy time of the morning and he’s too sleepy to really react, and anyway imagine tao (who is wiggly) and yeol (who is flappy) snuggling down either side of soo and giving him chocolatey smooches, elbowing and kneeing him everywhere and getting sticky fingers in his hair. and just when he thinks they’ve finally settled down, legs locked over him, the door flies open and baek takes a running jump into the middle of the pile ヾ(*´∇`)ノ

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CCTV Security Camera captures a black entity attacking a man in a hallway. Bone chilling moment as the spirit pushes him to the ground and drags him down the hall by his leg, before letting it’s grip go and disappearing as fast as it appeared. The man then jumps up and runs for his life without even looking back. (Source)

Shiro: Keith go get me some water

Keith: What? No, go get it yourself

Shiro: I’m gonna count to ten

Keith: Pfft, I’m not seven anymore it’s not go-

Shiro: One…

Keith: [Jumps and starts running to the kitchen]

remember how in the first book, neil says that he hates being on higher floors because there’s no way he can make an easy escape and jump out of the window? remember how he then proceeds to spend every other night with andrew up on the roof where he can’t run, jump or escape haha ha im in pain

When you enter into His presence, He doesn’t remain seated, shrug and say “It’s about time you showed up.” 

Oh no. He jumps to His feet, runs in your direction, takes you into His arms and exclaims “You want to spend with me? I’m so glad you came. I love you so much. I love you so much. I love you so much.”

friendship bracelets // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles & Y/N discover that true love isn’t anything like they expected it to be

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes, & smut

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When he was 3 years old, he watched in amazement as the big truck pulled up to the curb of the suburban neighborhood he called home. With his nose pressed against the glass he watched two men step out of the truck and start unloading boxes onto the driveway. The simple action fascinated him for reasons he couldn’t explain.

The sun caught the exterior of the bright red minivan that pulled into the driveway, causing him to squint. He couldn’t believe his eyes when a girl hopped out of the backseat.

“Woah.” He mumbled against the glass, his hot breath causing it to fog up. Quickly wiping it away, he watched as she danced around the lawn while the rest of her family started moving boxes. Her pigtails bounced behind her as she ran around.

“Stiles? What are you doing?” His dad asked curiously. Before he could answer, his father noticed the moving truck and family moving in across the street. “Wanna go say hi?” His father offered, placing a hand on the small boy’s shoulder. Nodding furiously, he smiled up at his father. 

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Things that I associate with the types (by an ISTP)

ESFJ: foreign music, aesthetics, makeup on point, mother figure, olive green, sunlight through trees at sunset, laughing till you can’t breathe

ENFJ: upbeat music, childhood, colorful bedspreads, suntans, bright pink, running around outside all day and coming home still full of energy

ESTJ: organized playlists, pie charts, schedules, greyscale, glass, speaking in front of hundreds of thousands of people without faltering

ENTJ: classical music, corkboard, dayplanners, warm greys, leading small teams in difficult situations

ENFP: BUBBLES!!!!!, edm, highlighters and markers, teal, reuniting with old friends and everything being just the same

ESFP: best day of my life on repeat, youtube, pale pink, big cities, always wanting to be around people and yet always feeling alone

ENTP: instrumental music, Pinball machines, go-karting, edgy jokes, winking, coming up with different ways around rules but not acting on them

ESTP: pop rock, large groups of friends, black ripped skinny jeans, dark grey hoodies, glass buildings, running outside at night

ISFJ: Disney soundtracks, sunshine through windows, sundresses, pastel pink, reading a book in a tree at sunrise

INFJ: soft rock, flower crowns, kittens, dresses with combat boots, staying up late having a really deep conversation with a friend

ISTJ: electronic music, computers, film theory, greys and blues, instruction manuals, editing videos till 3 am

INTJ: cultural music, memes, ripped skinny jeans, politics, art, dark blue, a little bit of knowledge on a lot of subjects

INFP: just music, inside jokes, purple, smirks with raised eyebrows, headphones, either being very social or disappearing for months without a trace

ISFP: fairy sounds, mythical?, do you even exist????, literally, I’ve never met one of your kind????, smiles, running through a field of sunflowers

INTP: heavy music, cool af, I want to be you, alone a lot, dark purple, books smart, but not street smart, converse hightops, doing bad in school but you’re really f-ing smart

ISTP: rock music, graffiti, black, combat boots, BASE jumping, doing stupid shit smartly, running around at night with friends, always feeling alone, either really deep or shalow af

Memory Lane ft. Yoongi

Originally posted by allforbts

Drabble game #100: “I adore you.” 

grumpy husband yoongi au aka lots of fluff (mentions of sex)
→ 1.7k words

A/N: I recently had a realization that the way my blog is structured doesn’t really give me a great leeway to express my creativity and feels for the members at random. So this is the start to a really short series of drabbles for all of the members in super short (less than 2k) drabbles! To be continued! :) Hope you guys like it. 

more from this au: here, more drabbles: here


“You’ve got a wonderful wife there, son.”

Yoongi gives the elderly man a small smile and nods in agreement, clinking his beer can against his and tipping back the cold liquor into his throats with his eyes trained on you, a feat that happens quite often.

Often Yoongi finds himself just staring at you, in awe of how someone like you ended up with someone like him.

Your friends would describe you as sweet, bubbly, kind, selfless, and bright. His friends would describe you as “the light that shined in Min Yoongi’s horribly dreadful bitch ass life.” And although he always gives them a glare or just brushes their comments off with an eye roll it’s moments like these when he feels like the six dickwads’ words can never be any more accurate.

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I love you on a Monday
When the world is too busy hating
When the office is too noisy preparing
My hearts does a somersault knowing you’ll be there waiting
And as I jump out of the car running late,
I love you in between adrenaline rates
I love you on a Monday date

I love you on a Tuesday
As I catch a glimpse of you working
On a requirement due an hour of submitting
I would walk up to you hoping
That you would look up noticing
That despite the colors from an artwork you’re painting
The static from my eyes are still more electrifying
Because yours do
And always will
I love you on a Tuesday

I love you on a Wednesday
When twenty minutes of break feels like seconds
When your smiles feel like weapons
And every word is a powerful opinion
That targets my heart in every direction
Every joke is a doorway
Every moment is on replay
Going home late was suddenly okay
I love you more on a Wednesday

I love you on a Thursday
When I ramble about books and comments
And you don’t care about my looks and nonsense
When you remind me of today’s contents
Of happiness, songs, movies, and events
I suddenly wish I have the power to prevent
The curtains from closing this extent
The hours ending from today,
Your hands on mine promising ‘someday’
And when we reach the finish line of today’s raceway,
Remember that I love you on a Thursday

I love you on a Friday
When everyone is busy planning their night
And me hoping everything is alright
As you walk towards my desk in sight,
As my heart beats faster when you meet the light
From the room’s window where I write
My heart elevates on every flight
Up there it goes beyond my height
But there you go,
You skipped my place
Moving your way towards a girl in lace
My heart fell as you embrace
“Where did I go wrong?” I asked the empty space
Still,
I love you on a Friday’s lonely night case

I love you on a Saturday
When I gracefully tell myself not to talk to you again
When I constantly remind myself I am not your gem
You messaged me then
Saying you had a great weekend
And I love you so much it hurts
The pain gets worse
As I grip tightly at the hem of my shirt
“I’m happy for you”, I silently blurt
Please don’t drift away
Please don’t be another soon-to-end holiday
Not another visitor on a railway
I love you so much on a Saturday

I love you on a Sunday
As you take her hand and introduce her
As my heart beats slow down and blur
When her eyes are what you prefer
And I am nothing as I infer
Only, I know better
That loving you wasn’t guaranteed to be an open airway
Nor was it just an easy hundred-word essay
It was meeting you halfway
It was shards of glass on the highway
It was sacrificing you away
It was already seeing dismay
Yet going for it anyways
I love you not only on the weekdays
Nor do I love you only on Saturdays and Sundays
For I love you and when I do,
I love you every day.

Unlike Him

With your brother Archie and dad out of the house, you invite over Jughead. Quickly you let out your feelings for him, which leads to sex. But afterwards it seems that Jughead had changed his mind. In the following weeks you realize something, something that may change both of your lives.

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Warning: Smut

This is my first Riverdale imagine. Sorry if it’s bad I haven’t written in a long time. Let me know if you guys like it and if you want a part 2!

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With the recent murders in my hometown of Riverdale I felt uncomfortable as I tried falling asleep with my brother, Archie, and dad gone, visiting my mom in Chicago (a trip with I happily opted out of).  So I called the only person I knew who would make me feel safe.

  Soon enough I heard a knock on the front door. Running down stairs, I opened up the door to Jughead. Pulling him into a hug, I thanked him for coming. We made our way up to my bedroom, both laying down on the bed, turning on the TV, to see what was on.

    After a while of trying to find something good on TV, I moved from my position with my head on Jugheads chest to siting up.

  “I am so bored,” I whined to him. “There is nothing on this stupid TV and there’s nothing to do.”

Jughead laughed, “Of course there isn’t, it’s 1 am.”

With that I let out a sigh, dramatically falling onto Jugheads, still laying body.  Finally an idea came to me. This might just be the perfect time to make my move. The move where I finally let Jughead know I’ve had a crush on him since the 3rd grade, when he told me I could play with Archie and him, even though Archie tried kicking me out… my knight in shining armor.  I tried getting over it, I really did. He was my brother’s best friend, and a matter of fact my best friend too, I couldn’t ruin I and make everything awkward. I made myself do all the things to try to get as far away from him as possible; I even went as far as to join the River Vixens Freshman year. But I guess it was hopeless. I could barely keep my eyes off him tonight, due to his shirtless body, his excuse being that it was “too hot”.  I just wanted to pounce.  

  I finally realized Jughead had been trying to get my attention, but I had just been staring of into space. Well I needed to tell him, I decided. However, I had my fingers crossed that he felt the same way.  

Still on top of him, I sat up, making it so that I was straddling him, then I began to speak, “Jughead, I, uh, I need to tell you something. Just let me talk and then you can tell me how you feel. I- I’ve been in love you since the 3rd grade. I’ve tried to push these feelings down, I really have, but I just can’t. I just couldn’t keep this from you any longer. I completely understand if you don’t feel that way. Just tell me and I’ll never mention it to you again. I-,” suddenly you were cut off.

Jughead had leaned up and kissed me. I basked in the feeling of his warm lips on mine, however it did not last as long as I would have liked.

“That’s a yes, I like you too,” he responded.

Smiling we kissed again, with Jughead suddenly flipping us over, making it so he was on top.  After that he put his hands on my waist, slowly raising them under my shirt, as mine made their way to his neck. Our kiss became more intense, our lips battling one another over dominance, but I already knew it was a losing battle. His lips slowing moved to my neck, sucking on it, leaving what I am sure would be clearly visible hickeys. Once he reached a certain spot, I couldn’t hold in the noises anymore, letting out a moan. I could feel Jughead smirking against my skin, and it seemed my noises pushed him further and he quickly, separated himself to take my shirt off, thankfully he was already shirtless.

As we began to kiss again, I realized that even though this was slightly awkward, Jughead clearly knew what he was doing and ourbodys seemed to fit perfectly together. I could feel his hard on against your leg growing, which just made me want him more, causing to begin to grind up into him, causing him to let a barely there moan. Quickly he began to take off my bra, and move his lips down to my nipples. He focus on sucking the right when, as his hand moved to the other. He made quick work of going back and forth until finally he seemed to have enough. Separating himself from me he began to talk of my pants, and I started to undo his belt buckle. He made quick work of my pants, standing up and pulling the all the way off my legs, along with my panties. Quickly doing the same to his jeans and boxers afterwards.

  Lying back on top of me, he began to kiss me again. Slowly his hands worked their way down my body. Once he reached my core he looked up into my eyes checking to see if I was okay with this. I quickly nodded; I was dying to feel something. Slowly he began to put one, then two in, moving the slowly in and out. I could tell he was teasing me, from the smug grin on his face, listening to my desperate moans.

Finally having enough of his teasing I begged him, “Please, faster.”

  Thankfully, having mercy on me he began to speed up. Keeping up the pace, I started getting close to my orgasm, but suddenly he stop. Despite my anger of not being allowed to cum, I knew what he was going to do which made it all better.

  Jughead looked up at me, while he lined himself up to my core and slowly began to push in. God, was he big, I wasn’t a virgin, but I had definitely never been with a guy who had as much as he did, causing it to slightly hurt as he pushed himself in. I grabbed onto his biceps, digging crevices with my nails as he finally was all the way in. After a second he slowly began moving in and out, creating a natural rhythm.

I could see he was restraining himself from going as fast as he wanted to, just so he could make sure I was comfortable first, “It’s ok, you can go faster.”

After my words he became ramping up his pace. As he began to hit just the spot I cried out, moving my hands to his scratch his back. He clearly got the message, he just that place as fast and hard as he could. He wanted to make sure I came before he did, so he moved his hand down to by clit, quickly rubbing it.

Before I knew it I was there, moaning out his name. A seconds after I came, he also did too.  As he pulled out, he rolled off, pulling me into his arms. It was already late, and with such a workout, we both quickly feel asleep.

I awoke to Jughead, getting out of bed and beginning to get dressed. I looked at my clock seeing that it was only 4 am, I wondered where he was going.

Sitting up I asked, “Leaving so soon, where are you going? It’s still dark out.”

  I seemed to have surprised him and he quickly turned to me, with a look on his face I couldn’t quite make out.

“I, um, I need to leave. Us… This was a mistake, it never should have happened. I’m sorry,” he quickly spoke, trying to avoid looking in my eyes.

Tears started coming to my eyes. How could he say that? I thought he felt the same way. This was Jughead, were talking about, he wasn’t one ot say something then take it back.

“Th-that’s not true. You said you liked me too,” I began.

“Yes it is, I completely regret this happening. Now I have to go. I’ll see you at school or something” he said and with that he was out the door.

How could this happen? I quickly called the only 2 people I could think of.

Soon enough Betty and Veronica arrived. I quickly told them what had happened through my tears. Veronica, being who she is threatened to make him regret every being born, making me laugh. For the rest of that night that was there goal, making me laugh and realize I am better without him.

At lunch a few weeks later, Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and me were all sitting outside the school at our usually picnic table. We had been talking about boys again. So of course Jughead came up. We were all still baffled by the fact that he acted the way he did.

“Well at least he wore a condom, so you can’t have his evil demon spawn,” Kevin said trying to lighten to mood.

Everyone burst out laughing, except for me. He did wear a condom… didn’t he?  I tried thinking back to that night. I quickly realized that I had no condoms, in my room and unless Jughead was just carrying one around with him, it meant that he hadn’t worn one. As soon as that realization came to me, I quickly sat up beginning to sprint into the school, running past both my brother and Jughead, who were headed to the table.

At the table everyone looked around, with Kevin saying, “I thought it was funny, I wasn’t trying to hurt her feeling.”

Quickly the two girls thought about it and realized there was a reason I was running, and it wasn’t because Kevin hurt my feeling. Suddenly they jumped up too, running after me.

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Imagine loving someone so much you shoot a man to save their life the day after you met
Imagine loving someone so much you’re really to sacrifice your life for them while body covered in explosive
Imagine loving someone so much when the whole world turn their bach on them you don’t
Imagine loving someone so much you’re ready to hold their hands jumping in front of a running bus
Imagine loving someone so much you believe them even when they tell you they’re a fraud
Imagine loving someone so much you’re ready to die with them instead of running away and have a future with their fiancée
Imagine loving someone they way John Watson loves Sherlock Holmes

I want to do a frontflip

Context:in pathfinder, my party consisting of a fighter, ranger, paladin, skald, necromancer, and bard (me) were in a dungeon. We crossed through a door and if you failed the save, you knocked unconscious and fell into magic quicksand. The necromancer and paladin were on one side, our fighter and ranger were in the quicksand, and the rest of us were on the other side of the entrance. The necromancer and paladin and trying to get the fighter out with a rope, leaving the ranger
Bard(me):does momentum count towards strength checks?
DM:what?
Bard:I want to do a front flip, grab the ranger, and pull her out to the other side but I’m the weakest character in this campaign
DM:alright roll acrobatics and strength for it
Bard:rolls a total 24 on the acrobatics and a 16 on the strength
DM:okay so I’ll take the four over 20 from the acrobatics and add it to your strength…making two twenties. You back up and run, jumping into the air with a front flip. You grab the ranger by her feet and tank her out of the sand. You both fall on your backs on the other side
Meanwhile, our two strongest characters take five more minutes to rescue our fighter

Stolen Moments (M)

Characters: Jungkook x reader (ft maknae line & mention of Yugyeom)

Warnings: Mentions of war/death, implications of PTSD, angst & smut

Word count: 19,993

A/N: My best friend @sungvin97 convinced me to share my fanfic so please let me know what you think!


Originally posted by jengkook

June 1941.

You’d counted the days until you’d see him again.


The ocean breeze felt nice against your skin, a cool contrast to the sun hanging high in the afternoon sky. You looked up, shielding your eyes with your hand, as you watched a couple of seagulls fighting against the wind, one gliding in front of the other to hold back the full weight of the wind. You smiled, finding something beautiful about the act, and you lowered your gaze back to the ocean, immediately bringing your hands up to form a makeshift picture frame. There was nothing but blue, blue skies, blue clouds, blue water, blue everything, and it was beautiful to you. You wanted to hold onto it forever, the idea that there were infinite possibilities swimming in the depths of all that blue—infinite possibilities to reach beyond the sky, and infinite possibilities to scavenge beneath the sea—and all you had to do was imagine it, or take hold of it; it didn’t matter, it was yours for the taking.

You hummed to yourself, letting your hands fall to your sides just as a voice sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulders, towards the grassy hills beyond the beach, weaving along the pathway to the woman shouting over the howling wind. You could barely hear her as she continued to call to you, waving her hands in a circular motion for you to come to her. You stared at her, finding no reason to go to her when you were at peace right where you were. By the looks, you could tell she was rolling her eyes at you, annoyed that you remained as stubborn as you had been as a child, and she cusped her hands in a circle around her mouth, calling out to you for the final time.

“Y/N, he’s back!”

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I Think I’m Yours

Request: “Eye colour Soulmate AU (where people are born with heterochromatic eyes, and they only revert to their genetically inherited colour when they interact with their soulmate.)”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1028

Warnings: None

Originally posted by crazy-vibes-under-the-moon


Newt sifted through his writing, letting out a long, tired sigh as he looked for a certain paragraph that he had forgotten to edit. His eyes, one blue and one green, flitted across the pages lazily, only half-heartedly putting effort into the search.  

“Newt!” A voice called. “Order for Newt!”

He jumped to his feet, running a hand over his face in an attempt to push away the creeping tiredness. Editing his manuscript was such a monotonous job that even now, in the early hours of the afternoon, he longed for his bed. He came before the little lady who held out the paper bag containing his lunch and a cup of coffee. She looked up to him, doing a double take as she spotted his eyes. Then she cast a sorry gaze upon him, a sad smile tugging at her lips. Newt took the meal, ashamedly hanging his head lower as he walked back to his table. Not many people noticed, but once up close many could tell the slight significance in the hue of his eyes.

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