like his soul lives in me ok

Pure Magic, part 1 (Alec x Female!Reader)

Warning: I know Alec is a gay character. But he is just that, a character. Keep that in mind. Please, also note that english is not my first language. I am sorry if there are any mistakes, please feel free to point them out to me I won’t be offended. All credit goes to the creators.

Also, you might want to read part 2 and part 3 of this story.

“There is nothing more I can do, Isabelle. I’m sorry” Magnus says.

“But there has to be something! There has to be someone who can find them!” the brunette yells, frustrated.

Her brothers, Alec and Jace, had gone on a mission two days ago and never made it back to the institute. Every shadowhunter was on it, all around the world, just in case they were thrown into a portal. No one has been able to locate them. Maryse was the one to ask for Magnus’ help, which expresses how desperate she is to find her boys.

“There might be someone, but she is hard to find” the warlock speaks, turning to the Lightwood women. “She has the ability to hide her magic, which makes it impossible to track her down.”

“What is she?” asks Maryse.

“A witch. A pure blood witch. Her magic has no limits, she could make Earth implose if she wanted to. She’s basically a lethal weapon.”

“I heard of her, I thought it was a tale” says Isabelle, furrowing her brows. “How do we find her?”

“We don’t. She lives among the mundanes, very few people know what she looks like. All I know is her name, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Maybe Luke can help, he’s a cop he has access to that kind of stuff” Isabelle says with hope. “It can’t be that hard to track someone down.”

Magnus glances at Maryse, waiting for her reaction. The woman turns to her daughter, “contact Luke, give him the information. Say its important.” And with that Izzy leaves the room, her phone in hand, already dialing the werewolf’s number.

“I need you” Theo states, entering the room.

“Well, hello to you too, Theo.”

“Y/N, please. Two shadowhunters went MIA two days ago, we can’t locate them.”

I sigh, putting my phone down. I glance at Theo, a shadowhunter from the London Institute and a friend of mine. Also one of the very few people to actually know what I am capable of.

“I don’t interfere in the whole magic world, let even the shadowhunters one” I declare.

“Come on, you already did. You saved my ass last night!”

“You were going to die! It was reckless of you to think you could take a whole pack of werewolves on your own.”

“Y/N, please. You know I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important. They might be in danger” Theo pleads.

“Or having a blast in Miami.”

I get up from the couch, facing Theo. “Do you have something that belongs to them?” I sigh. He shakes his head no. “But there’s a warlock there, maybe he can portal over here and take something of theirs to us.”

“You’re younger than I expected” Magnus’ says.

“Sorry to disappoint” I smile. “What do you got for me?”

“Tooth brushes?” he says, handing them to me.

“Perfect. They are in New York, 69th Street Transfer Bridge” I declare, handing the items back to him.

“Just like that?” Magnus says, stunned.

“Just like that. The brunette is on a bad shape though, you might wanna bring Theo with you so he can draw some of those healing runes all over him.”

“Or we could just go together, so you can use one of your tricks to heal him” Theo presses.

I put my hand on his forehead, noticing how warm his skin is. “What is this?” I ask, pointing to a mark on his right arm. It doesn’t look like a rune, it looks like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Magnus squats besides me, scanning the mark, tracing it with his fingers. “I don’t know, but it looks like something really dark.” We exchange a worry look. “There might be a way to save him, but never tried it before. It’s powerful, I know it exists but I don’t know if it actually works.” “Do it” I hear behind me. Turning around I take a look at the blonde shadowhunter, Jace. I take in the blood on his shirt and the pain in his eyes. He had been stuck in here with his dying brother, his parabatai, for two days. Unable to get him out of here, unable to save him, watching him die slowly in his arms. I could feel he was weak, he was hurt baldy, but managed to hold on to life in order to stay by Alec’s side, too scared to sleep and to wake up to a dead body.

“There is a risk. A huge one, I don’t know what I’m doing” I warn.

“He will die anyway. The mark is something dark, it took all of his energy away. No rune will ever be able to heal him. And if Magnus can’t, you’re the only one who stands a chance. Please” Jace pleads.

“Whatever happens, it stays between us. I don’t want to be involved in the magic world. My powers are powerful, people will take advantage of it. The Clave will take advantage of it.”

“The Clave doesn’t like downworlders” Jace points out.

“There is nothing demoniac in me, I’m pure magic.”

I grab Alec’s hand. “Alright, let’s do this. I’m sorry if I fail” I say to him, caressing his hair. As I tighten my grip on his hand, his eyes flutter open. Our eyes lock, and our entire lives goes through our pupils. From our first memories to our last, our lives getting linked together. I close my eyes, snapping out of transe.

“What happened, what was that?” Alec asks, worried.

“I don’t know, I-” I reply, getting away from him. “I need some fresh air.”

“What happened, Y/N?” Theo asks, taking a sit next to me.

“I think I just linked my life to his” I whisper.

“What do you mean, linked your life to his? As if, if he dies you die?”

“No, it's… deeper. He knows all of me, I know all of him. I stripped my soul naked.”

The three boys approach us, Jace still limping from his unhealed wound. “Let me take care of that” I say to him, brushing my hand over his thigh. The wound closes, just like that. “Is there something you can’t do?” Magnus says in awe. I shrug, turning to Alec. “Are you ok?” He nods, a shy smile playing on his lips.

“We should get going” I speak, turning to Theo.

“Stay” Alec blurts out, words coming out of his mouth before he even realizes. “I mean, you saved our lives, let us be your hosts for a night” he adds, blushing.

“Alec is right. No one needs to know who you are or what you are. It stays between us” Jace says. “Plus, you two are kind of linked together now, what’s up with the perimeter?”

“The perimeter?” Theo asks.

“Oh God, I didn’t even thought about that! How do you know about that!” I accuse.

“According to the tales, two people who’s lives are linked can’t be too far away from each other without feeling a hole in their heart. And if Alec gets a hole in his heart, I get one two. The perks of being parabatais. He’s a pain in the ass, but you kind of get used to it.”

“Fuck you” Alec and I speak in unisson.

“Alright, we need to work on that. I won’t deal with you two complaining at the same time” Jace states, walking off the beach. “But save some of it for Simon!” he adds, turning around, tripping over a rock in the process.

I laugh, looking at Theo, waiting for his approval. He says nothing but follows Jace, stating that he is fine with staying for the night. “Or forever” I think to myself, noting that London is too far away from New York. From Alec. The elder Lightwood walks by my side, and I note that the mark is not there anymore. “He’s hot, could have been worse.”

ok so i woke up from a nap that made me unbelievably more tired than i was beforehand, but during that soul-sucking sleep i had a very odd dream that adrien agreste ran away from home because his dad yelled at him (honestly same) and somehow got on a bus and rode all the way out to the countryside of paris and lived in a tree house he found in the woods

like, not a cool tree house. like the shitty kind you’d make with your dad when you were five years old in a tree that barely supports it

and every night he’d still ride that damn bus to go to patrol with ladybug and he somehow knew when akumas attacked

oh also he stole a lot of his dad’s money and invited nino to his tree house that literally had no furniture or lights or food and nino was just cool with it

like “cool fucken tree house, dude”

“Rejection”; Chapter Eleven

NOTES: I realize that it’s been awhile since the last chapter, and for that I am truly sorry. Track meets have been getting more frequent, I’m being slammed with essays and projects, and have no time to sleep at all whatsoever. Whenever I’ve been given the chance, I go straight to working on my things for Tumblr, but that’s been far and few.

Also, I noticed that I didn’t italicize anything in the last chapter, so… dammit! I’ll fix that immediately. Thank you all for being so patient. I greatly appreciate it.


The two of you stumbled out to the living room, where (Y/N) gracefully fell onto the couch and curled up into the fetal position. Sans sighed, and rubbed his temples. He didn’t enjoy seeing her like this, as her soul was the kind that you would think never had ever experienced heartache this bad. “you ok with sleeping on the couch? it’s not the most comfortable place in the world-” “I’m fine. Thanks for letting me sleep here, at the least.” She moaned, and shivered.

papyrus must be up in his room, playing with his action figures. Sans thought, and teleported up to his dorm. He looked around for a blanket besides the one on his bed, and perhaps a spare pillow too. The blanket was easy; he had quite a few in his closet. He tucked that under his arm, and searched wearily for the pillow.

The only one he had was his own, and despite how much he hated seeing (Y/N) like this, he just couldn’t give up his cushion. Teleporting swiftly back downstairs, it appeared the human had already cried herself to sleep. A depressing ache swarmed within Sans’ gut, but he pushed it down enough that he allowed himself to lay the fleece cover over her. She shifted slightly under the blanket, but Sans did not see as he was already climbing up the stairs nearby to his brother’s room.

He knocked on the door twice, when Papyrus called out, “WHO IS IT?” Sans twisted the knob, and stepped inside. The room was spotless, as usual, unlike his own. “just me.” Sans said simply, and closed the door. He walked over to Papyrus, who was lying on his race car bed with his action figures close to his chest. “I…I REALLY MESSED UP, SANS. I MADE THE HUMAN CRY AGAIN!

Sans sat down beside his brother, and rubbed his arm. Apparently, Papyrus must have mistaken (Y/N) and Frisk for the same person again. “no paps, it’s fine. (y/n) is just having a few personal problems, ones that started with… mean humans on the surface.” Papyrus turned to face his brother, staring at him curiously. “M-MEAN HUMANS? I THOUGHT ALL (Nickname)’S AND FRISK’S WERE VERY KIND!”

Sans grimaced internally, but gave a small smile to Papyrus regardless, masking his sadness. “unfortunately, that’s not always the case. you know that. there are good monsters and bad monsters, and that goes for humans too.” Papyrus sat up in his bed, releasing his action figures. Sans took them, and placed them on a surprisingly cluttered table next to his brother’s racecar frame.

Papyrus tucked himself in, and yawned drowsily. Sans sat on top of his legs, of which were under the covers. Sans grabbed Papyrus’s favorite bedtime story, “Tales of the Fluffy Bunny”, from the bookshelf and cleared his throat. “SANS?” Papyrus asked innocently, and the short skeleton looked at him tiredly but warmly. “yeah bro?”

Paps opened his mouth, but no words came out. He glanced off by the side towards his pirate flag, and then back to Sans. “WILL (Nickname) BE ALRIGHT? I WANT US TO STAY FRIENDS. I REALLY AM SORRY FOR MAKING HER UPSET.” Sans smiled at his brother’s pureness, and replied quickly. “(y/n) will be completely ok by tomorrow morning. she’s just had a long day and freaked out a little, that’s all. there’s no doubt in my mind that she will continue being your friend.”

Papyrus smiled, and shut his eyes. He listened to Sans’ deep, smooth voice read the book aloud, and loved the part where he came up with different voices for each of the characters. Soon, Papyrus fell asleep, grinning in his slumber. “and so the fluffy bunny returned home, greeted by his friends and family after his long journey. the end.” Sans closed the book, and placed it on the table. Searching around the room, he managed to find that pillow he needed on the swivel chair by his bro’s computer.

Taking one last look at Papyrus, he yawned and teleported downstairs by (Y/N). She was passed out, snoring softly. Chuckling, he slid a boney hand under her hair and lift it up. He snuck the pillow under it, and gently laid her hair back down. The soft touch and volume of her brown locks made him want brush through it with his fingers; but alas, he did not want to wake her.

He stepped back, bringing his hand that touched her head up to his face where he could see it clearly. oh god… why did i want to do that? i’ve certainly touched things softer than some human’s stupid hair. He grew aggravated at himself, but relaxed when he heard (Y/N) rustling. She had pulled the blanket closer to her body and shivered. is it really that chilly in the house?

The thought left Sans quickly, as he reassured himself it was just the girl having a bad dream. Although, that didn’t help his concern at all. Sighing, he kneeled down by her and gently brushed her hair as a parent would do to soothe a baby. She seemed to lean into his touch, which made him grin to himself. Instantly, (Y/N) calmed down, and stopped her shivering.

Sans stood up, and rubbed his fingers together. He couldn’t help it; he just really liked the feeling the thin strands running along his bones. He’s shaken Toriel’s hand, he’s cuddled with his favorite blanket, and even hugged Frisk’s amazingly soft sweater before, but none could compare to the delicate locks of hair that went through his phalanges. If (Y/N) were awake, he would’ve asked her if he had permission to stroke her head first; fulfilling the sweet and peculiar craving of touching her hair.

maybe i’ll bother her about it tomorrow. Almost instantly, he mentally slapped himself at the stupid idea. Shaking his skull incredulously, he teleported upstairs before he did something impulsive. Rather than going straight to bed, he paced back and forth across the room. what is wrong with me?! we just freaking met! well, technically it was yesterday, but still! why am i even thinking these thoughts about her? i don’t get it!

He sat down on his bed, collapsing his head into his hands. it’s gotta be her soul. she may not know it, but her soul is using some kind of magic to make me feel these…feelings! Sans laid down, bringing up his pillow hesitantly, pondering about the different soul traits. her soul is so…unique. i’ve never encountered anything like it. i’ve seen red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and white souls. (y/n)’s is… i don’t even know how to describe it. hers always is changing, unlike frisk’s who always remains the same

.As Sans began to drift off into sleep, he concluded his debates with a simple sentence. “whatever she is… i need to study it more. by putting it through different situations… by learning everything about her.” And with that, he fell into a deep slumber.





Chapter Ten (That’s the Previous, so just click on that.)

you know what? I’d really like Juve to win UCL because all of the boys deserve it and GIgi is the one who does it the most cause of the fucking amazing living legend he is. We’re doing an incredible journey that is giving us good sensations and let’s hope good memories too. 

I’d really like Juve to reach this goal also because I wanna see my dad happy. He loves this team with all his soul, seeing him happy with the victory would be really really great even if I can’t be able to see him physically and hug him.

And we also need to win this trophy in order to defeat what in Italy is known as “the curse of UCL” because it really pisses me off.

So we better win this time, ok?! 


anonymous asked:

imagine rohan & josuke goin 2 the beach and josuke goes for a swim while rohan builds a sick sand castle but a big wave comes and washes it away. josuke offers to fix it with crazy d but rohan gets all pissy cuz it's not the SAME, so instead josuke helps him build a new one farther up so it wont get destroyed. and they both get hella sunburned but then they go home and rub aloe on each other so it's ok

*gets down on one knee* anon, WILL YOU MARRY ME–

For living in a coastal town, they don’t go to the beach super often – once, Rohan mentioned he didn’t like swimming in the ocean too much after a certain rowdy night out with Tonio (Josuke tries to pry for more details, but this is one thing Rohan will not share with another living soul). But they still go when it’s really nice out.

So Josuke decides to go out swimming on his own. Before they left for the beach, they had applied sunblock to each other’s backs (though that led to a round of making out, and it took them about a half hour longer to finish getting ready than it should have), so it wouldn’t wash off all the way in the water. He jumps in without a care. He splashes cutely at Rohan who watches him with a tired, but amused, expression from shore. 

After watching Josuke play around in the waves for a while, he decides he wants to do something to pass the time. He can only watch Josuke do… whatever it is he’s doing… for so long. So he sets out, close enough to the water that he can talk to Josuke while he jumps through the waves, but not close enough that the water touches his toes. 

He builds for a while, and he’s really proud of his accomplishment – it’s like, two stories tall, it’s got a little throne room he carved out, a (non-functioning) drawbridge and moat, parapets, everything. It’s amazing. It’s the best thing he’s ever created. He gets up and dusts off his knees to yell out for Josuke to come look, but he notices as he stands that the tide has risen quite far since he first sat down. In fact, there’s a huge wave headed straight for–

JOSUKE!” He yells, hoping for a last-minute savior, but it’s too late. The wave crashes down on him and his beautiful sand castle. He’s fine, just sopping wet, but the castle…

Josuke notices the scream and dashes out of the water, but he didn’t make it in time. Rohan is sitting next to the remnants of his castle, a hand curling through globs of wet sand. “What’s wrong, babe?” 

“The ocean. It ruined my castle.” He tosses a clump of sand in the air and it lands with a soggy plop

“I… could try and fix it, if you want.” Josuke shrugs. “I didn’t really see it, so I might not be able to make it the same, but–” 

“It’s no use.” Rohan huffs. “It’s gone forever.” 

Ooookay,” Josuke says, “Or we could just build another one. Come on, there’s a place up there the tide will never reach.” He grabs Rohan by the hand and drags him further up the beach. 

They work on that castle for what seems like twice as long. In Josuke’s opinion, it’s pretty damn cool. In Rohan’s opinion? Well, second drafts are always better than the first. But his back is really starting to hurt. 

They go home that night and, to each other’s horror (but not surprise), they’re both a painfully bright red. 

“Maybe we should have spent less time on the tower keep.” Josuke wiggles out of his swim shorts with a grimace. 

“No. It was perfect. Not a moment was wasted.” Rohan grabs a bottle of aloe off of the bathroom shelf, wincing when his sunburnt skin protests against the movement. “Get over here, I’m going to rub your back.” 

Josuke raises a brow. “You know, I could probably just fix your sunburn.” 

Rohan pauses for a moment. Then he shrugs. “It’s my fault you’ve got one, too. I’ll suffer with you.” 

Josuke grins. He’d kiss his boyfriend, but he’d rather get that aloe on first. “Be gentle~”

Even Love Unreturned Has Its Rainbow

Oh look! A bday fic for @earth-shines! I went back to my roots and looked towards sitcom/romcom goodness for inspiration, and I present a self-indulgent romantic comedy inspired by the dramatic irony and mutual pining of ‘Frasier!’ I hope you like it!

Thanks to @makapedia and @therewithasmile for the eyes.

Soul was reaching his boiling point, and if he didn’t do something soon, nine years of repressed emotions were going to spill out.

Yes, it had taken the weapon nine years to admit that his love for his meister wasn’t just going to blow over. His boyhood crush on Maka was supposed to be a phase, but when six months stretched into a year, and then three, then nine, Soul realized that his feelings were a chronic condition. One that was, for better or for worse, completely incurable.

Luckily, Black Star was a good listener when it came Soul’s feelings, mostly because it gave him trash talk fuel when they played League of Legends together. It was for this reason that Black Star sat on the kitchen counter in Soul’s apartment, downing yet another energy drink as Soul aired his problems.

“I tried to tell Maka again,” Soul said, pacing back and forth. “I just froze up. Godammit, I always make up the dumbest shit to get out of just admitting I love her.”

“That’s because you’re a pussy,” Black Star said before sipping his energy drink. “I don’t make up the rules. You just are.”

Soul, feeling parched and useless, headed to the fridge for a bottle of water. “I can’t go on like this,” he said, reaching into the fridge. “Worshipping her from afar…Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to be completely in love with someone and not be able to tell her how you feel?”

He turned around to see what Black Star had to say, only to drop his water bottle on the floor. Maka stood there in the doorway with her jaw slack and her big, beautiful green eyes wide.

“Sorry,” Maka blurted, her face growing more red by the second. “Sorry, I was just in here to get–I didn’t mean–I’m sorry.”

She rushed out of the room, leaving a shell-shocked Soul and a gleeful Black Star alone.

Soul’s lungs were suddenly too big for his ribcage, and he leaned against the counter to get his balance. “Oh shit. Shit. Did that really just happen? Did she really just hear me say?”

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living with bts [part ii- min yoongi]

and here we have part two of my living with bts series!! this time around, we have good old grandfather grump himself, mister min yoongi!! i kid, i kid, i love him so much agh this is going to kill me. are you ready? am i ready? let’s do this.

[part i- park jimin] |

  • ah ok so at first yoongi is a bit of a ghost-like roommate tbh
  • like we all know that boy puts his heart and soul into his music so he’d be at the studio till the early hours of the morning
  • and then he’d be back at it before you woke up
  • and you’d begin to think you imagined having a roommate in the first place
  • but then you see boxers stuffed into a corner in the laundry room and yeah, you’re not going crazy but yoongi that is nasty af literally wyd
  • you start feeling bad that he works so late and never seems to have a homecooked meal
  • so you start making double portions of whatever you’re eating for dinner that night
  • and at first he ignores it thinking “oh they must’ve not had time for dinner”
  • but it gets harder to ignore the dirty plates in the sink showing that you’ve already ate and “shit, that’s for me”
  • so he starts to take your food and it makes you smile seeing that he appreciates it although you still don’t see that much of him
  • you decide to start leaving him lunch everyday, making up little sandwiches and stuff
  • and he always takes them and eventually, you start to notice that “hey, the flowers in the vase have been replaced” or “i don’t remember buying my favourite snacks”
  • and you continue like that for about a month until eventually, he comes home at a reasonable hour
  • and you’re sat on the sofa watching re-runs of some stupid sitcom
  • and your eyes snap to his in the doorway and you look like a deer caught in the headlights because “shit, this is the first time we’ve been together since he moved in”
  • and you two just stare at eachother for like three seconds
  • then eventually yoongi just comes and drops himself on the sofa next to you
  • and he’s like “so what are we watching then?”
  • and you’re just like ???? because holy shit he’s actually talking to me face to face
  • ok so from that point on you and yoongi are basically best friends
  • like, if he has to get up early to go into the studio, you always make sure to wake up before him to make him a cup of coffee
  • and when he wakes up to the smell of coffee drifting through the apartment he just smiles
  • because even though it’s first thing in the morning
  • (like the asscrack of dawn- yoongi w h y)
  • you still got out of bed to make sure he was ok and that means the world to him
  • i see yoongi as a bit of a neat freak tbh
  • like, you and him would have deep d e e p cleaning sessions every weekend
  • and the boys would know not to come over unless they wanted to get roped into helping out
  • you’d have a system like you’d handle the laundry and the bathroom and yoongi would handle the living room and the kitchen
  • and you’d find a way to make it fun too
  • like you’d have some music playing and you’d dance past yoongi and everytime you did he’d smile his gummy smile g od bless
  • he’d also never let you dwell on your feelings for too long
  • like, if you’ve had a bad day and he comes home he knows because your coat??? isn’t on the rack??? something is seriously wrong
  • so he comes and drags you out of your bed, where you’re sat moping about everything
  • and you’re like ??? yoongi wtf man let me be sad
  • and he’s all like nope we’re going out for ice cream and then we’re going to the arcade and then going to see a movie and GOD DAMNIT YOU WILL NOT BE SAD I AM MIN YOONGI HEAR ME ROAR
  • and you have to laugh at that because he just. looks. so serious.
  • all in all, yoongi would be a fucking awesome roommate tbh
i’d like to thank all time low

id like to thank alex - my idol, my inspiration, my rock, a fiance, someone who is not an official american citizen, and a person who has really impacted my life. i would like to thank him for being my shoulder to cry on when im feeling down and for being someone that can manage to make me start my day with a smile. everything from his missing you speeches, ugly ass cheetah print glasses, his relationship with lisa, gross hair dye, and his dedicated love to this band. he tought me that its all going to be ok, with songs like missing you or therapy that i can relate to and make me feel just a little bit better about myself. after 13 years of being in this band he has never given up on them, his music or his fans even if they were never frequently radio played, and i admire him for that. he brought me into this fandom in which i have met some of my best friends and i have gotten to have the time of my life at their shows. he makes me so incredibly happy. id like to thank him for never giving up on me, and ill never give up on him. 

id like to thank rian - my sunshine, the true underrated fav, and an avid coffee drinker. he taught me to try and enjoy life, and to smile as frequently as i can. he lives life to the fullest and has dedicated every part of him to his girlfriend cassadee, and together they taught me that it is possible to love someone so greatly. he has the cutest laugh and seems like such a genuine person. when one of his closest friends passed away he managed to put on a smile and go out on stage and give it his all, and i really look up to him for that. he also seems like he gives the greatest hugs.

id like to thank zack - someone who finds happines in exercize and hawaii, an amazing vocalist, and a kind soul. he taught me that its ok to by shy and not very outgoing. also not to judge someone on how they may appear. they may be quiet, but they could be one of the coolest people you have had a chance to meet. he really appreciates his fans and takes he time to individually tweet or write to every single person who supports him and his clothing line. he is a wonderful person who likes to give back. his smile is contagious and i dont understand how it couldnt make anyone the happiest person on earth. keep living life and killing it on that bass.

id like to thank jack - a problematic fav, baltimore ravens lover, and 5sos enthusiast. jack always knows how to make me laugh. with his stupid jokes and cruel humor he manages to find a way to cheer me up. he teaches me no to care what people think about me and to live in the moment. dont worry about if youll regret it tommorrow, just do what you enjoy today. he also showed me that peoples physical appearences can dramatically change in a few years. he is a great example of that.

so yeah, id like to thank these four boys from baltimore for making me so happy. i love them all.

a few aus for seventeen ((someone pls write them ok))
  • biker gang au in which they ride or die
  • woozi as head conductor while the other members are in the orchestra under him ((wonwoo on timpani pls))
  • merman au in which seungkwan is a merman who loves singing
  • battle royale au in which seungcheol and joshua are respective kings in their own country and they want to win the heart of jeonghan, the pretty milkboy that goes by both country trying to earn a living (who claims to be best friends with florist jihoon who travels with him)
  • joshua the solo violinist is to have a collaboration with world best pianist ‘angel’ jeonghan. joshua then comes to know jeonghan isn’t exactly the ‘angel’ everyone says he is.
  • jeon wonwoo’s the new Lancelot who meets yoon junghan, the Galahad and kwon soonyoung, the leader of the kingsmen organization.
  • hairspray or grease au for seventeen
  • yankee/yakuza patient seungcheol falls in love with doctor junghan and purposely gets himself injured to have doctor han treat him. (ft sassy nurse seungkwan complaining about the usage of cotton, swabs and the likes being used a lot for his ‘injuries’)
  • pacific rim au pls
  • s.coups is the only adult and the rest of the seventeen members are actual children
  • grimm reaper au in which person a is suppose to take the life of person b but instead let him live - is then exiled and is turned to human.
  • cirque du soleil au

if someone actually writes this pls drop your link to my ask box and I’ll definitely read them pls I’m selling my soul for these

But just imagine that you and Michael had a huge fight the night before about how you don’t feel he’s very committed to a serious relationship and you end up packing up a bag and starting at a hotel for the night and today their playing amnesia and HE LOOKS LIKE THIS WHILST PLAYING BC HE’S THINKING OF YOU WOW OK. So them it just all clicks and he realizes he never eVER wants to be without you so after they’ve finished playing he calls you wanting to talk so you tell him where you are so HE RUSHES TO YOU and when he sees you he just grabs you and pulls you into him and just starts bearing his soul omg stuff like “I never want anyone else for as long as I live” and “please don’t ever leave me baby, I love you so much” and you just start crying and say okay and that you will come back home and he just gives you the biggest shit eating grin cuz omg he just got the best idea and he gets on one knee and is like “I know were pretty young and stupid and I know you thought that I didn’t want a commitment but last night without you made me realize I never want to not wake up next to you and I promise first thing tomorrow we will go out and pick out the most fucking perfect ring ever so baby, will you marry me?” And you’d just jump into his arms and say like “fuck yes” I WILL THROW MYSELF OFF OF A CLIFF


George Harrison, Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr, with Jeff Lynne, during the recording of the John Lennon song “Real Love” for The Beatles Anthology, Mill Studios, early February 1995; screen capped from the “Real Love” video.

“My friends were really John, Paul and Ringo and we all moved at the same time. I do miss Liverpool.” - George Harrison, CNN, 1992 [x]

“Maybe I’m peculiar but to me he isn’t dead. When I never saw him for years before he died I thought, ‘Oh well, he’s living in New York and I just haven’t seen him in a while.’ It’s kind of still like that. Ok, the physical body falls off, but the soul lives on, we’re going to meet again. It was a terrible thing that his death occurred and it made me feel terrible at the time, but in retrospect life is just shadows, we are just shadows on this sunny wall and that’s all it is.
I miss John in as much as we could have a good laugh and also, I think he was a good balance. I miss him in the context of the band because he wouldn’t take any shit and I think that aspect’s missing now, so in some ways I feel that I’m trying to make up for that aspect of John, because I don’t like to take much shit either. What I mean by that is, I want truth. John was good at that.” - George Harrison, Q, 1995 [x]

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Clint’s timer is nothing he’s ever really thought too hard about before. Considering what his mom and his dad were like, he wasn’t entirely sure he even wanted to meet his soul mate. And then his timer’s counting down when he’s running from the fed, and…

And it just ends up being the man he’s spent the better part of a year running from.

“You…” Ok, so it’s not the most elegant thing he’s ever said, but no one’s ever accused him of being overly elegant, and they sure as fuck ain’t gonna start now. “I make a living doing that.”

“Me, apparently.” Phil agreed, gazing back at Clint, patting the neck of his horse. “And now I’d rather you run to us rather than away. I’m here to recruit you, Clint, which has made this chase a little bit frustrating.”

He rode a little bit closer, watching his soul mate. “We’d like you to do similar work, just working for SHIELD. Good pay and benefits”.