look at that swerve

so @tayegi and i were just talking about how jimin has changed and we came up with some interesting points.

Originally posted by minblush

firstly, he’s matured. he used to clown around a lot during their debut days. but now hes more quiet. he’s still soft and laughs at everything but he is more control with his emotions. like before he would get angry really easily and it would show on his face. 

Originally posted by jiyoongis

secondly, he’s always been really seductive but his method of seduction seems to have changed, he used to exaggerate sexual gestures e.g. the excessive running his fingers through his hair, the excessive tongue, the abs. the muscle shirts, now, he uses just the right amount to make everyone swerve. he just has to look someone in the eyes and smile and they’re gone. his sexiness has become more subtle now with side glances instead of the abs in your face. also his voice.. according to lu, “the man learned how to growl!”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

thirdly, his physical appearance has changed a lot. his baby features have matured, his make-up has become more modest (he used to go crazy for eyeliner lol remember guys good times), his foundation matches his skin tone, they dont use concealer on his lips anymore. remember when he considered himself the ugliest of bts, i feel like now he’s comfortable in his skin. he knows that he’s attractive, not to everyone but to a lot of people, and tbh, confidence is very sexy.

Originally posted by 9taefox

this being said, as a jimin stan, i love both sides of jimin. the man that he was and the man that he is becoming.

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Dark x Light

Fueled By Desire (NSFW 18+)

A/N: So, today has been a crazy day but I started writing this last night and wanted to post it tonight ! So I wrote it in virtually 24 hours, so I hope it didn’t suck to bad. I planned on posting it earlier but I had a bit of writers block. This a Theo smut that you can thank @hardladyheart for. She’s filled my mind with dirty Theo thoughts. (Fun fact’ this gif is actually mine and my blog name used to be twfanfic-af)

Thanks to: @writing-obrien and @hardladyheart for editing and proof reading.

Warning: SMUTTTTT

Word Count: 2803

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

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my recap of 170323 The Wings Tour
  • Got sprayed by the holy water, blessedt by Yoongi and Hoseok themselves
  • In sugAR DADDY ROBES MIGHT I ADD
  • Some girls lightstick bomb top went flying from behind me; thrusting her light stick too hard
  • A girl fainted in the pit RIGHT when they were going on stage
  • Taehyung likes blowing kisses and having us go insane
  • Got noticed by Jimin, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Jungkook plenty, I got a nod and smile from Yoongi.
  • Then I got Hoseok who was just being a fluffy hyper baby the whole time who had 17 cups of coffee
  • I don’t think he noticed me
  • Taehyung was pretty chill, he was exploring everywhere. I think he gave me a wave at some point.
  • B LE S S THEIR ASSES FOR COMING TO MY SIDE
  • The girl next to me was a Jimin stan and went nuts when she saw him do Lie, I’m not kidding, she was full on convulsing and wanting to jump the rail in front of us
  • I collapsed on my friend and the seat every time they played those bOPS
  • EVERYTIME I SAT DOWN BECAUSE MY FEET HURT I’D SAY “OH MAN MY FEET HURT I MIGHT JUST SIT DOWN AND RELAX–”
  • “EVERYBODY J U M P”
  • NEVER M I ND THEY TO L D ME TO J U MP
  • CYPHER 4 WAS SO LOUD AND YOONGI LOOKED LIKE A DAMN VAMPIRE AGAIN
  • A girl was screaming JHOOOOOOOOPE every 2 seconds without rest. I aim to be that fucking girl. Bless you.
  • When everybody was not putting up banners at the according songs and it was confusing af since we had like 2 to 3 projects going on lmao so I didn’t get to use them that much
  • YET TAEHYUNG MANAGED TO GET ONE AND SHOW IT OFF AND I WAS EXTREMELY HAPPY HE GOT IT ON THE STAGE
  • Seokjin got hit with a cap and just stared at it on the floor like “excuse you hoe I’m tryna talk tf?”
  • Someone was legit chucking plushies up there and Hoseok grabbed them all to hug them at once
  • wHAT A CUTIE I'MMA DIE–
  • there was so much shoving and pushing to get through processing oml it was scary seeing everyone rush
  • everyone was loud. just loud. it was perfect
  • I HAVE TO SAY THIS–
  • WE DIDN’T PUT THE BAGS ON OUR LIGHTSTICKS FOR THE RIGHT SONG. IT WAS GONNA BE FOR 2!3! BUT OUTRO: WINGS STARTED AND I WAS SHOOK LIKE WAIT WE WERE EARLY OH W E L L
  • SO WE KEPT THEM ON LOL
  • someone gave Jungkook the American flag after he gestured to it for it to be given to him, and wore it as a cape after displaying it. this is going to be his thing. idc.
  • Jungkook = New Captain America
  • everyone kept throwing plushies at Hoseok and Taehyungs feet like guys they gotta wALK DON’T BUST THEY ANKLES
  • Namjoon smiling really big whenever we’d take over his lines
  • Yoongi doing the “let’s take out my inner ear piece and see all my bitches scream for me” for his introduction
  • fuccboi hoesucc come thru with baepsae and mama
  • jimin’s no hands when he was hip thrusting into the air like he tryna bust a nut on stage… boi
  • s l u t d r o p s
  • high notes into over drive by maknae/vocal line
  • everyone sang awake
  • THEIR EN G L I SH TH O
  • Seokjin and Yoongi made me cry, and the chorus to Spring Day
  • had them back up violinists and shit for some songs, being fancy
  • I WAS QUANTUM NUTTING FOR LOST, HAD TO HOLD THE RAIL BECAUSE THEY CAME OUT CENTER STAGE AND I DIDN’T KNOW HOW CLOSE THEY’D BE LMAO
  • I did a body heart to Namjoon and he had thAT DIMPLE FACE I FELT COMPLETE
  • Jimin teasing tf out of the girls in pit… way too close to the edge… back up bruh, they want to eat you alive, don’t do it
  • me: *watches Taehyung do Stigma*
  • me: “WAIT FOR IT”
  • also me: “hoe don’t do it”
  • me in the end: “omg”
  • he hit the note
  • I have announced my funeral
  • y'all are invited
  • when they were saying goodbye, Hoseok and two other members had us all waving our arms to the ending of Spring Day left to right for a straight minute, we mirrored them exactly the same way
  • I think my friend said Taehyung or Jimin cried
  • I’ll have to see about that later
  • many many hobi stans
  • the look on their faces when we did the rainbow ocean for them
  • seokjin’s sHOULDERS FUCK MY LIFE
  • wanna climb his ass like a tree
  • the way yoongi stomps and raps at the same time had me rolling, he’s an angry smol man tryna prove a point
  • …When someone tells you jimin is 10x more handsome in person, believe them. just do it.
  • I made a mistake of even looking at him
  • I’m swerving
  • they are very real. all seven of them. wow.
  • I was too close for my own good to them
  • I’m not okay
  • but seriously what the fuck
  • why can’t I go back in time to watch Yoongi say “fuck you and you” in a strangled growl on loop, live and in my face? :’)

I wish I could go to Newark Day 2. Please give them so much love. Stay safe. Don’t push. Don’t shove. Don’t throw too many things at them. Just be respectful. They want to have a good time and so do you!

BTS deserves plenty of love from you guys. Have fun!

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anonymous asked: Who’s style do you like more? Niall or Harry’s?

I mean…. Is there actually a difference?

Shit Driver

Harry sits in the passenger seat, his arms crossed as he tilts his head to look at her. Y/N sits in the driver seat, her eyes in front of her as she herself as her arms crossed. Harry tries to not laugh at he sees her chewing her lower lip, anxious.

“Baby,” Harry says, placing a hand on her thigh, “it’s the same as driving in the states, just on the wrong side, and you already do that over there.”

“’s not funny,” she mumbled, “I can uber everywhere, I don’t live here, I don’t need to learn.”

“Yes you do, come on, it’s a quick drive to my mums,” Harry promises, pushing the start button.

Y/N sighs, gripping the wheel, “you can do this, I’m right here,” Harry says.

Y/N starts off, driving down the drive way. She takes a deep breath, looking left and right, she’s about to turn but Harry grips the wheel, “wrong way love, turn left,” he says.

Y/N nods, her eyes wide as a car speeds past. She turns, driving as slowly as possible. Harry chuckled, watching her closely.

“Why do you guys drive this way, it’s stupid, and the wheel shouldn’t be here, it should be where you’re sitting,” she mumbled, her American accent is thick and Harry had always loved it.

He claims it was the first thing that hooked her, but what he loved the most was how she was adapting to him. In the three years they had been together her accent had shifted slightly. He would catch it before she noticed, but when she spoke sometimes, it was rare, but one of the words would hold an English accent. He thought it was hilarious, the first it happened was eight months ago. Y/N had asked for some ‘wahta’ instead of water. She had even caught on to some of his crazy sayings and he loved to tease her about it.

“Maybe you American’s are doing it wrong, have you thought of that?” Harry asked, reaching over to turn on the radio.

“No it’s you guys, for sure,” she says, gripping the wheel as she comes to a fork.

She moves to the right, swerving into the wrong lane, “Harry stop that,” she mumbled, turning off the radio.

When she looks back up she shrieks, quickly swerving into the left lane. The truck beeped at them, clearly angry. Her eyes were wide as she pulled over, trying to process what happened. Harry rubbed her arm, kissing her shoulder.

“’s alright love,” he says, “it was a mistake, no one is hurt.”

“I hate the UK, I hate this,” she whispered, “I’m not driving, you can.”

She starts taking off her seat belt, “okay, okay, I’ll drive,” Harry says, stepping out of the car.

He walks over, opening the door for her. Y/N steps out, a frown on her lips, “you can drive us all around America and I’ll drive us around here,” Harry says, a smile on his lips.

“Sounds fair,” Y/N says, walking over to the passenger seat. 

“You’re just a shit driver,” Harry teased, pulling on his seat belt, Y/N lets out a whine, “but you’re my shit driver,” Harry adds, kissing her cheek.

My Side of the Story

This is my entry for the “Request2Write” side of @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 2K Follower Celebration. We had two prompts to work with: a song and a dialogue line. My song was “My Side of the Story” by Hodges (link below) and my line will be bolded within the story. 

Song Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccuW5O0p_OI

Summary: The reader abandons the Winchesters, almost costing Sam his life in the process… but there are two sides to every story and the brothers only know the one.

Word Count: 4100-ish

Pairing: Dean x Reader (kinda… it’s complicated)

Warnings: SPN level violence, language, angst

A/N: First off, if you don’t already follow @whispersandwhiskerburn you should really get on that. Seriously, people. You’re missing out. Second, I gotta warn you that I might be a bit rusty as this is my first fic in awhile but I do have a part two in mind if you guys like this one so let me know!  Feedback appreciated as always.

Originally posted by thejabberwock

“Sam? Y/N?”

Dean had his gun raised as he entered the log cabin, having sent Cas around back incase there were any demons left trying to escape. In all honesty, Y/N and his brother should have been able to take them all out by now but Dean knew that it never hurt to take precautions.

It seemed quiet enough as he walked further into the house, conducting a quick sweep of the main floor. But the quiet did little to easy his nerves. In fact, he found himself growing more and more uneasy as he made his way through the rooms.

There shouldn’t have been this many demons. Dean had already come across six bodies and he hadn’t even made it upstairs. He found a bit of comfort in the fact that none of them had been Y/N or his brother, but the car they had hot-wired to get there was still parked out front so they should have responded when he called. Yet the house remained quiet while Dean’s mind screamed at him that something was wrong.

The upstairs consisted of three rooms and Dean had to step over a seventh body lying in the hallway as he made his way over to the first open door. As his eyes drifted past an eighth lying face down in the center of the room, they soon locked on a bloodied Sam, slumped against the far wall while another corpse rested beside him with Ruby’s knife protruding from it’s chest. Dean was across the room in seconds, sliding to his knees at his brothers side and pulling his face up to look at him.

“Sammy? Sam, hey, look at me.” Dean lightly tapped at his face, voice growing more desperate the longer his brother’s eyes remained closed. “Sam!”

Dean moved a hand to Sam’s neck, frantically searching for a pulse with his fingers.

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A Forgotten Future

closed starter | @honxrable | for the anon who wanted pain and suffering

“Just two more days,” she said, bright blue eyes finding gilded gold. “Can you believe it?” 

Katara reached across the center console, dodging the empty Starbucks cups and discarded food wrappers— the sustenance that’d gotten them through the day— and put her hand on his thigh. It was a familiar gesture, a common one, a move she always made when his fingers gripped the steering wheel and she chatted from the passenger seat. 

Today, however, it felt… intimate… far more binding and surreal than she ever really expected. It had to be the wedding, Katara told herself, their wedding. 

She shot Zuko a shy, happy smile. “I get to marry you,” then, a laugh bubbled up and her excitement burst at the seams. “In two days, Zuko. Two days and I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine. We’ll be—” 

       ‘—a family.’ 

Katara nodded, both amused and warmed. A family. He saw a future with her, with their dog Druk, in their little home they’d just closed on an hour ago. 

How many kids would they have? How many years would they be at the other’s side? How long would she have the privilege of loving him? Calling him her family? 

The questions flicked through her mind, each one making her heart swell and tears rise. Happy tears. She was so excited. 

Katara squeezed his leg tight, beaming at him when he glanced her way. A thousand images flashed before her eyes, her future with him, full of love and tenderness and hope.

Until…

Blinding headlights pulled her gaze to the road. It’d only been a second. Zuko was still on his side of the dotted yellow lines… but the other driver…

“Zuko, look out!!” 

She shrieked and he swerved. 

The rest— just a handful of seconds— played out in slow motion. She heard tires screech, heard Zuko grunt as he yanked the wheel to the right and the car jolted towards the shoulder. Maybe they would’ve been fine… if his fist on the horn had alerted the other driver… if the other car hadn’t clipped the tail end of their old Honda. 

The car flipped. She heard metal creak and crush, glass shattering. She watched the world turn upside, watched the ground come rushing back. 

Her head smashed into the window. 

Blinding pain. Warm blood. 

       ‘Kat? Kat!! Katara, are you okay!?’

Then… nothing.