last one for now im sorry

guys remember on my valentine saeran post in the tags i said i hardcore ship myself with saeran and even draw like that self-insert fanart

i wasnt kidding you guys like at all

i got those “draw your squad” pics and made some

someone please help me f CUK

(sorry they’re bad btw but fuck it i think theyre funny and im tired and idk just have this because i need to write) ((also featuring 626 bc i love her and idk y cause she sucks)) ~Admin 404


okay sorry guys bye im disappearing now ~Admin 404 

anonymous asked:

Terf logic was so scarily easy to internalize for me, like I thought for years that I just had poor body image, until I'd been on tumblr for a long time and only just last year I came to terms with the fact that I am, in fact, one of "Them"--Us. I'm happier now that I'm out, but to see a terf spewing the kind of poison that used to run 'round in my head is just infuriating, because they're hurting my trans brothers and sisters and nb siblings and I want to punch them so bad. Sorry.

jeez,, im glad you did some soul seachin and figured that out about yourself! congrats! but yea terf logic is so insidious and it makes me so mad. i feel u my man

mod bird

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

ok but is no one going to talk about phichit’s dream of having his own ice show






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 (^◇^;)


  • 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

Infatuation (pt8)

Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

“Another whistle blew, stopping the game. I could feel my heart slamming against my chest now, what if it was one of they guys? The referee rushed to the crowd of people now surrounding the fallen player. I watched as they propped his head onto someone’s lap, and started to slide the helmet off of his head. My eyes widen in horror as I see the green bangs spilling out of the helmet. “Taehyung!””

A/N - this chapter sort of repeats last chapters events, but in Y/n’s point of view, so don’t get confused, okay?

Genre: Fluff | Angst
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word count: 1981

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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.”

Okay, so after realising how much I love OiSuga as my brotp, I had to write some stuff down ((so much rambling under the cut, just a warning)):

  • First of all, Oikawa probably barraged him with selfies in the beginning with masses of compliments to himself and hoping to make Suga jealous of how pretty he was 
  • Suga ain’t buying it and sends one of him first thing in the morning and it practically makes Oikawa cry on the way to school bc he’s stuck between admiration for how pretty he is, and how he feels insulted by how pretty he is. 

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“Mum, dad, thank you.”

Remember when they didn’t allow her to be a singer? Remember when they said they’re gonna give her one last chance, and if she still failed the audition, they’re not letting her go on anymore auditions? Now here they are, her parents, in her mv, watching their daughter grow as a singer. Thank you Yong parents for giving Yongsun one more chance. Thank you RBW for accepting her in. Thank you Yongsun for persevering on☀️️

Since this year is coming to an end, I thought I’d do one last follow forever! At the beginning of 2016 I had about 700 followers and was a blog dedicated to youtubers, now there’s (almost) 2.5k of you following me and I couldn’t be more thankful!!! I’ve made so many mutuals and friends this year, mostly because of shadowhunters, and I’m just talking this opportunity to say thankyou to you all for making my 2016 a good one<3

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|genre| fluff+angst

|plot| girl next door au [jungkook x reader]

이사; let’s not forget this scent, wherever we are

|a.n.| im so sorry friends for being pathetically lazy, inactive and making yet another series without finishing the others! but this is my love and i must post it. 

Originally posted by tbhobi

Target aquired, he thought as he took one last swig of his beer. Fixing his crooked tie, the predator eased off his seat with his eyes fixated on his prey, the girl in the black dress by the bar, who had been staring at the door for over twenty minutes now.

“Babe, just face it,” he said after planting himself directly in front of her, blocking her line of sight. “He’s not coming tonight. But you know who’s already here?” Lifting an eyebrow, he looked into the deep brown eyes of the young girl, an aura of lust and bad decisions oozing from his pores. “How about you and I go back to my place, and you can show me what this douche is missing out on,” he told her in a whisper, laced with the deep vibrations of his growl.

The busty brunette got real close to his face, a smirk spreading across her cheeks and alluring eyes squinting. With a curl of her pointer finger, she brought him even closer, and whispered in his ear, sending chills down his spine, “You’re not seeing anything, you jackass.” Quite intriguingly, she propped her elbows back on bar and took another sip of her drink, as if nothing had happened.

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can you believe that the thing stiles stilinski stressed at the beginning of last season and in the first episode of this season is that he has an obvious fear of school ending, them all going their separate ways and just drifting apart. he’s found ways for them to still be “the pack” that helps people by trying to help his dad when crimes are committed. all he wants is this pack - this family to stay together and in one night he had everyone he knows, loves, and cares about forget about him in an instant which is exactly what he was afraid was gonna happen after senior year and idk about you but i’m nOT OKAY

Working Legs (Pt. 4) [a Barry Allen AU]

Request: You should do a part 4 for working legs the last part was hilarious.

a/n: im so sorry guys…. so much angst and fluff at once

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Have you ever wanted something so bad that you just can’t have? When Barry was younger, he always wanted a puppy. Joe never got him one though; he said it was a big responsibility, too big for a ten year old. Now, he still wants a puppy, but not as much as he wants to be able to walk again.

This weekend is his second date with you and to say he is freaking out is an understatement. He knows he should technically be doing his job, yet, there isn’t many cases in need of forensics. So, he decides to, at least, do something productive. In one swift motion, after turning the chair off, he tugs himself up by grabbing the wood wall.

Okay, okay, he’s got this. He grips the small light gray handle of the crutch, feeling the plastic circle cling to his forearm, just below his brunched up green sweater, and leans away from the wall. A broad smile spreads across the lower half of his face, eyes squinted with happiness. He’s standing! Holding back a manly squeal, he focuses on his unmoving legs.

Biting his lower lip, he tries to send signals from his brain to his legs. Nothing happens, sadly, which, of course, frustrates him. “Come on, come on, please.” he begs to his limbs. Maybe if he moves the crutch first, then his legs will follow? Yeah, yeah, that sounds like it will work.

Testing his theory, he picks up the left crutch, placing it in front of him, followed by the other one and…his legs still don’t fucking move. Instead, because he has most, if not all, of his weight on the two metal poles, he tumbles forward, face hitting the dark stone floor. Out of frustration, and the fact that, ow, that hurt, tears spill from his eyes, replicating the rain outside.

Footsteps echo through the empty hallways at a fast pace and Joe runs through the huge doorway. “Barry!” he cries out, black suit jacket flying around his torso. If he didn’t hold so much over him, manly being his foster father, Barry would scream for him to get out. That he wants to wallow in self-pity alone. “What were you thinkin’, boy?” he questions in his famous ‘dad’ voice; tie wrinkling as he picks up his son. It’s like fifth grade all over again…

Tears still stream down Barry’s flushed cheeks. God, he’s so mad! An angry huff escapes him when he’s back in his cramped wheelchair. “I was thinking I want to walk, Joe!” he sobs in frustration. Joe’s face softens and there’s something glimmering in his eyes; Barry swears it’s pity for a moment.

“Is this about your date-”

Yes, Joe! It is!” Barry fumes, fighting with the sleeve of his sweater. Just fucking roll up my elbow already… Joe sighs, rubbing his temple; he hates seeing his son so…infuriated. “Is it so much to ask to be able to walk, Joe?! Is it?!” he asks, practically hitting himself in the face while trying to dry his cheeks.

The detective rubs a hand over his face, shaking his head. “Barr, I know - well, I don’t. I don’t know what you’re going through. I’m not going to even pretend like I know what you’re going through, okay? Just… you gotta let me in, son. I can’t read your mind.” he admits, waving one of his hand for emphasis; the other rests on his hip, above his gold CCPD badge.

Barry sighs, starting to calm himself down. It really helps that Joe has this smooth, silky, calming voice; only a few fathers have that quality. “I’m, um, taking Y/N to the park, because they, you know, have those lights that you can walk through? And, I…I don’t know, Joe, I just…” he trails off, letting his hands fall limp on his lap.

Then, it all makes sense. “You wanted to be able to walk with her?” Barry nods, “To hold her?” Joe arches an eyebrow; Barry nods again. “To be able to lean down at the right moment and kiss her -”

“Okay, Joe, now you’re really starting to bum me out.”

Maybe that was too far. “Sorry.” the detective mutters, clapping his son’s shoulder, shaking him slightly. Barry suddenly feels like a bobblehead. “You’ll figure it out, Barr, I know you will. Besides, she likes you for you. Just calm down, okay? Don’t stress yourself out.” Yeah, that’s easier said than done.


He peers around the park for you, undoing the top button of his gray petticoat. Don’t check the watch, don’t check the watch and…he checks the watch. At least he’s not late. There’s five more minutes - did he just hear his name? No, no, he’s probably imagining things because he’s so nervous.

Unexpectedly, a pair of arms wrap around his chest, hugging him from behind. He cranes his neck, smiling when he notices your face in his shoulder. “Hey there.” he giggles, suddenly feeling you let go.

You fix your gray hat on your hair, black flower print dress flowing around your warm leggings; Barry almost dies. “I missed you…” you admit in a quiet voice, clasping your white gloves together nervously. He blushes all the way to his chest, stumbling over his words. “This is very romantic; the lights, I mean. I love all the different colors and how they all come together to create something much bigger…” you trail off, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Barry, with his mouth ajar, nods. That was beautiful. “Yeah, me too…” he mutters in a daze, eyes focused on you - not your pale pink lips that look - no. “You, um, are you ready?” he asks awkwardly, pointing to the entrance; you nod, starting to walk while he drives beside you. Good thing he remembered to charge his wheelchair.

When you pass by the first light design and stop, he grows anxious. Did he fuck this date up already? “Can you - don’t answer if you don’t want to - can you feel your legs?” you wonder, gazing at him with big Y/C/E eyes; he shakes his head slowly, uncertain about where this conversation is heading. Grinning, you climb on his lap, dress fanning on the foam armrest. “Is - is this okay?” you question timidly, wrapping your arm around his neck.

Don’t get a boner right now, dude. Keeping his composer, he nods, smiling at you. He pushes the joystick forward, watching you admire the majestic light display. A giggle leaves his lips while you point at a Grinch light, eyes blown wide in amazement. He doesn’t pay much attention to the lights. Instead, he focuses on you; how the multicolored lights cast shadows on your face, how he has one hand on your waist, holding you to him.

It isn’t a huge display; it takes roughly fifteen minutes to arrive at the end. You face him, grinning from ear to ear. That was a fun ride. His green orbs outline your plump pink lips in a daze and for a minute, he feels like any ordinary guy on a date. With that surge of confidence, he leans forward, upper lip connecting to your lower one.

The kiss doesn’t last for long, but Barry, as cliche as it sounds, felt fireworks. Or heard fireworks. One of the two. He pulls back, sure that your lipstick is now on his lips, and blinks, refocusing his eyes on your blush.

“Wow.” he breathes.