last one for now im sorry

For those people who followed me from the start.

You all know that my blog havent been like the last years.. im so sorry for that. I had a very populair blog (I still have the followers) but now I dont do anything about it anymore.. and that makes me sad.. because of personal problems it is hard for me to keep my blog updated. It is so hard to see how active my blog was and how many people tried to contact me. My blog will never be the same but maybe one day it will be good and will you see more from this blog.

When after a long time searching you finally find a long, well written and interesting fanfic

there’ll be times, sometimes, when … once even and sana are close enough, and i mean, really really close enough, to the point where even can ring sana even at 2am because there’s an ache, a heaviness, in his chest 

or 

he can’t sleep because he’s been thinking about something too deeply, and so he rings sana, because he needs words right now. 

words

and sana’s good with words. because she speaks when she has to, not when she needs to. and there’s a difference in that. sana isn’t selfish. she won’t speak because needs to speak to have her say in a situation. she’ll only speak when she has to speak, because the situation is demanding for her to have her say

and there’s a difference in that. because sana listens. she’s always listening.

but sometimes, even wants to listen. and he wants to hear sana talk. explain something that’s been on his mind. “how can this be, if this coexists too?”, and “do you not get tired, sana?”

so, sometimes, he’ll ring her, like on a saturday at 5pm, because isak’s not at home because he’s out with jonas and even’s at home, alone, because he doesn’t wanna go out. 

and so he asks her how she is, how she’s been. “alhamdulillah,” she’ll say in reply. 

“i know what that means,” says even, “all praise be to Allah, right?”, and he can hear sana laughing, that gentle soft laughter that he remembers so well from the christmas kosegruppa party last year. it’s the same, fond, affectionate one. it tells him that indeed, he is right.

and usually, phone calls like those between them end up with even asking sana if she wants to come round to his and isak’s new crib, and usually, it always ends up with sana going. it’s easy. hanging out with sana is so, so easy. 

because on days like those, even asks sana, “could you pray something from the qur’aan?”, and sana does. and even listens, because even needs words. or when the adhaan sounds from sana’s phone, he knows what that means. and the spare room at even and isak’s new place has now unofficially become a prayer room for sana. they don’t know how it happened. or when it happened. it just happened. and there’s a prayer mat kept in that room too, just for sana, if she ever needed to pray when she came over (and she does come over very often).

and sometimes, even will catch a glimpse of sana praying her salah, raising her hands and folding them, if she kept the door open of the room,

and there’s something so peaceful about that. something that fills him up with such ease and calmness, as he watches her pray.

it’s something, even realises, he’s so honoured to have. so thankful to have. that this friendship he has with sana isn’t just surface level deep. no.

it resonates, right into the soul, spiritually, deep within.

Originally posted by vivelareysistance

“With one second left until total shutdown, K-2SO chose to mentally simulate an impossible scenario in which Cassian Andor escaped alive. The simulation pleased him.

Originally posted by andydwyeer

“The words of the chant echoed in Chirrut Imwe’s heart once more before he died: I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.

Originally posted by the-imagines-awaken

“He heard nothing as the cabin flared impossibly bright. Like a pilot should, he died with his ship.”

Originally posted by tfa

“When death had come for him in the shadow of the walker, he had faced it with defiance. Now there was grief. There was no fear. Baze Malbus died in pain, but it did not last long.”

Originally posted by newtpotters

“When Cassian Andor died, he would be ready, and he would be content.”

Originally posted by priincessleia

“Soon all these things, too, burned away, and Jyn Erso -finally at peace- became one with the Force.”

My Teddy Bear (M)

word count: 3.3k

genre: smut (this is really dirty and self-indulgent im so sorry) ; domestic AU

pairing: reader/changkyun

summary: you’re best friends & roommates with changkyun; as close as two people could be without being married or related. but one night, you overhear something that changes your relationship with him forever. question is: is it for the better?

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i think, one day, the marauders went exploring and found the mirror of erised. 

peter saw himself standing next to the marauders, but they were all the same height. all the same weight. the same wide smiles and slightly crinkled eyes. and he imagined sirius looked at him like he was james, and remus looked at him like he was sirius, and james looked at him like he was lily. he was with his friends, but they were all equals. 

(nobody ever told him that they were all worth the same anyway). 

sirius saw himself with the marauders too. but in it, they were all perfect. unflinching, straight-backed boys with a future of gold. and when his hand found remus’, he just held back tighter, not pulling away and shaking his hand like sirius’ touch was poison. not like he’d fucked things up. not like he could destroy it all with a single flick of his wand, a single whisper in the darkness. he was with his friends, but they were all okay. 

(nobody ever told him that it was okay not to be okay anyway). 

remus saw himself as a real marauder. someone who was truly a brother to the people who were brothers to him– because you didn’t have beasts for brothers. no, the wolf was their enemy– he saw himself as pure, as maybe, possibly, finally worthy of their friendship. of their love. he was with his friends, but now he was a better friend, a friend worthy of being one. 

(nobody ever told him that he deserved the universe anyway). 

james saw himself with the marauders. except– they were all the same. just four happy boys smiling back at him, like the world was theirs to conquer and lightning ran through their veins. he saw himself with the marauders, just as they are, because it was perfect. they were perfect. 

(nobody ever told him that perfect never lasted anyway). 

today may not be a good time to post this and im sorry for blowing up ur notifs but what the fuck !!!! i hit 1.1k followers !!!! i usually do my follow forever posts at end of the year but i didn’t do this last year bc i was waiting to hit 1k ! now here i am !

i made this blog on april 21, 2014 and had my first post in may 1st of the same year then abandoned this blog and officially came back after a year and now this blog has been running since july 2015 lmao it took me 2 yrs to get 1k rip me

anyways! my experience here on tumblr is Awesome so far! (i am not being sarcastic) (or am i?) and i met great people thru here and have made a lot of amazing friends and lost quite a few, sadly

of course @ everyone thank you thank you thank you thank you all for making my tumblr experience great! i still don’t even understand why y'all still follow my lame ass trash of a blog but i couldn’t ask for more lol i love y'all for still keeping up

NOW all i wanted to do right now at this very fucking moment is to give my mutuals a Huge Shoutout for being so so fucking lovely and so so fucking awesome and so so fucking nice! (even tho i only every occasionally talked to some of you and wish i had the guts to talk to everyone), my sappy ff starts below! :)

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hey guys!! So i’ll be doing a lil flash giveaway for this big Yurio keychain I got at the con last weekend!! i’ve been meaning to go a giveaway since i had 10k followers and now it’s way past that;;; im sorry for the wait (^◇^;)

rules:

  • must be following me since this is for my followers lol
  • must not be someone who ships anything whack like ped*philia (aka otayuri)
  • you can reblog and like only one time!
  • giveaway ends Sunday Feb 26 at 11:59 PM CST

thats it!! i hope it goes to a big Yurio fan ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

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MAKE ME CHOOSE
         ↳ anonymous asked: aaron tveit or laura osnes

If you can be a good example to other people, why not try to be that person? I have a bit of a people pleaser in me, but not so much so that it’s out of control.

please take a moment to realize that, Killua wasn’t the only one suffering

Owed Kisses

Sorry! Im from the last request. I want promps 3, 12, 20 and 21, sorry if my English is bad

3. “Says the one who’s trapped with nowhere to run.”
12. “Maybe a kiss would make it better.”
20. “So good.”
21. “Told you so.”

warnings: minimal swearing
818 words

“Fuck,” Peter murmured into his palm, which was currently smothered onto his face, clutching his nose. You had accidentally elbowed him during target practice, and now watched him as he hunched over, clutching where you had hit him.

“That’s what you get for sneaking up behind me,” you said, smirking as you beheld the sorry sight before you. Peter stood up and gingerly removed his hand, revealing a quite nasty bruise on his nose. “Shit,” you breathed, realizing how badly you had hurt him. “Pan, I’m sorry. That looks-” You reached out a finger to touch the bruise, and Peter recoiled, swearing. “Oh God, I’m so sorry, Pan. How can I make it up to you?”

If you had known the trouble saying those words would cause, you never would have said them. But alas, you were wholly unaware, and so Peter’s brow arched as a cocky smirk formed on his lips. “Maybe a kiss would make it better,” he purred, suddenly forgetting all about the pain. You finally took notice of how close he was standing to you, and you shoved him away, rolling your eyes.

“In your dreams,” you said, stalking away from he stood, chuckling at you.

… … …

The next few days were filled with endless teasing on Pan’s part, trying to cash in that kiss he was so desperate to get from you. You shouldered off all of his advances, deflecting each tease with a forced coolness, forced because-

His smirk. His damn smirk was so perfect, so sexy - not that you would ever let him know that, but it was good to look, good to observe the way his plump lips twisted into that cocky grin of his. You wondered how those plump lips would feel against your own…

“(Y/N)?” Pan’s voice brought you out of your reverie, and you returned back to the task at hand, where you both were hunting for tonight’s dinner. “Daydreaming about me again, love?” Of course you knew that Pan had no idea that you actually were thinking of him, but you still willed away the blush that heated your cheeks.

“You know, you still owe me something for bruising me beyond belief. And I will get that kiss, love. Have no doubts about that.” Peter eyed you, arching a perfect brow, and you inwardly groaned at the sight. You wanted to give in, wanted to give him that damn kiss more than anything, but you liked this game. And you had the upper hand. Why would you stop now?

“You deserved it, you know,” you said, walking into a clearing with a dagger in hand. “The bruising.”

“Is that so?” Pan’s voice drawled from behind, and the tone was strange enough that you turned around to find him stalking towards you, that stupid smirk plastered on his lips. You backed away.

“Yes, you did. It was the least I would have done to you, given the circumstances.”

“What else would you have done to me?” Peter continued strolling towards you, getting closer and closer until…

Your back hit a tree, and there was no more space to back away from him. “Slapped the shit out of you, you asshole, and kicked you right in the - why are you getting so close?”

Pan didn’t stop his stride until he was so close that you could feel the heat from him, and your breaths mingled together. “C’mon, love. Kiss me. It’ll be so good, I promise.” His purr sent your mind reeling.

“If you don’t move away right now, I’ll slice those lips off with this dagger,” you snapped, twirling the dagger in your raised hand for emphasis. Pan chuckled darkly, and you felt your core pooling at the sound.

“Says the one with nowhere to run. Besides,” he murmured, face coming closer now, “you love these lips.” And you had enough restraint where you would have pushed him off and ran back to camp at those words, but Pan smirked, and at the twist of his lips, you were undone.

You snatched his lips yours, kissing away that damn smirk as he groaned into your mouth in approval, and your dagger thudded forgotten on the forest floor as you cupped Pan’s face in your hands, pulling him closer. His palms gripped your waist, and you melted at the touch. The kiss consumed you as he sucked at you bottom lip, nibbling, begging for entrance. He squeezed your hips, and you gasped, Pan taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Time slipped away, and when you two finally came up for some much needed air, you smiled at Pan, quite breathless. He offered his own genuine grin at you, dazed as he finally received your kiss as he asked, “How was that?”

“So good.”

He smirked, and you were instantly ready to press your lips to his once more. 

“Told you so.”

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heres your 159 piece chicken tender order

aka,, my art blog turned 1 year old this may!  ✨✨✨

I’ve been drawing with the intent of improving for not quite two years now and I honestly wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for all my friends’ and your support and encouragement. I’ve been through a lot in the last year, both good and bad, and the one thing that’s always been my safe space is being able to draw my favorite boy. So thank you all for pushing me and keeping me afloat even when all I want to do is give up. 

And a huge thank you to Tendou, my muse, my prince, my inspiration, my everything, because without him I wouldn’t still be here in existence. 💜 I owe him sosososo much.

Thank you for sticking with me, and here’s to another year of Tendou!! 💜

anonymous asked:

Idk if you still take requests but can you do a kbtbb group piece where Mc gets kidnapped and the guys work together to find her? Love your work btw

Title: 99 Reasons Why I’ll Never Be Good Enough For You

Summary: He should’ve answered the phone when he had the chance.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Everyone/MC, mostly Eisuke-centric

a/n: Here it is, anon! I’m sorry this took so long. I normally don’t take any requests, but I liked yours! Also, this is mostly Eisuke-centric, so I hope that’s okay with you lol


              The auctions were once again in full swing. All the items Baba put up were the star of the show, and none of the patrons could get enough of the prized antiques on stage. Every time the zeroes piled up, Eisuke’s smirk grew wider.

              Good, Eisuke thought. More profit for us.

              His phone buzzed all of a sudden, but he paid it no mind. The auctions were more important than some offhanded phone call. He didn’t even bother taking his phone out of his pocket when he pressed the sleep button to make it stop ringing.

              Whoever was calling him must have been pretty insistent because the phone wouldn’t stop ringing even after Eisuke ignored it the first time.

              Annoying bastard. Didn’t this person get the message already?

              Irritated, he turned his phone off. At least he wouldn’t be disturbed anymore.

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JUNGKOOK CHARACTER PROFILE - THE COUNCIL

NAME:Jeon Jungkook

NICKNAME(S): Kookie, Nochu

DOB: September 1st 1997

PLACE OF BIRTH: Busan, South Korea

ROLE:Assassin

Born to a 17 year old rape victim Jeon Jungkook had it hard from the start, being abandoned and thrown onto the streets as soon as he could walk. Like Jimin he had to learn how to be street smart, making weapons out of whatever sharp objects he could find in the trash and fighting and killing people in quiet streets as to be able to afford food and clothing. He is the only gang member to not have attended a school prior to joining - he was found by Yoongi on the streets one night. Yoongi was out on a job hiding in an alleyway when he heard a scream down the other end. Quickly taking care of his business he went to investigate the sound and found young Jungkook, who was only around 11, holding a bloodied knife standing over the fresh corpse of a 20-ish year old man. Blood spattered his clothing and exposed arms yet the child bore a ruthless grin as he took the wallet from the man’s back pocket. Sifting through the contents he chuckled in glee; “I’ll be eating good tonight!” That’s when he realised Yoongi watching him curiously. Anyone else would be scared upon getting caught but he just smiled - “That’s a cool sniper rifle.” He smiled, extending his hand to the stranger. Yoongi was so confused by this kid, who was so confident despite just having killed someone in front of him but shaking his hand anyway. Jungkook introduced himself as did Yoongi and when Yoongi asked what he was doing Jungkook explained his backstory. Sympathetic and intrigued Yoongi took him to Namjoon as for an induction and so at such a dear age, Jungkook became Bangtans youngest and penultimate member.

He’s known as the ‘Cold Killer’ due to his ruthlessness and lack of emotion when killing and otherwise as he’s pretty desensitised to the world. He’s fearless and lacks empathy, though he often shows intense feelings of protection and care towards Jimin which never fails to befuddle the other members. Feeling it’s his duty to safeguard and look after the mentally troubled Jimin he spends most of his time around him and in conflict he always ensures he’s by his side. Despite being pretty devoid of emotions at other times he obviously cares a lot for the gang as he generally jumps at every chance to help them. Namjoon often takes him to big events he has to attend with him as quiet model student Jungkook always goes down a storm, and he’s held in high esteem by the other members for his talents. He enjoys playing video games with the other assassins (known as the assassin line by the elders) and practicing martial arts in the training facility, and is known to be a bit of a clean freak, cleaning and maintaining his guns often. An essential part of the team he’s an all around talent and helps everyone in their fields where he can.


AND that’s the last one!! Sorry they became so irregular but hopefully you like this and are all as excited for this series as I am! Chapter 1 in the works ^^ ♥

-Admin Belle