look where they r now

what’s the most interesting tag that shows up when you type in the names of VIXX members?

anonymous asked:

although i do agree that 70% of the vtrn fandom needs to calm the heck down on all aspects. i highly doubt the fully grown adults in voltrons staff will be affected by the opinions of teenagers who are overly obsessed with a ship. natsu/lucy fairytail fans did the same for y e a r s and look where we are now. If anything, theyd see it as a mild (and predictable) annoyance and roll their eyes and scroll past the 14 year olds who get way too into it, without it affecting their plans for the show.

hmm fair enough. i don’t actually know what the hell they’d do i was venting mostly and don’t know shit.. im incredibly spiteful and it’s something i’d do tho if i had the influence lmao

Okay, I am only writing two or three more chapters for Home Is Where Snow Falls then I am taking a Jonsa break. I got to focus on my other angsty snow babes. 

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This is so inaccurate. I really hope you don’t mind some mediocre fanart

Inspired by @trelldraws ‘s  http://archiveofourown.org/works/2432627 and http://archiveofourown.org/works/5929501

I’m so sorry

  • Antis: omg how is any song about Larry?? It's clearly about a boy/girl relationship. I have loved you since we were 18? You can't go to bed without a cup of tea? None of this is about Larry?
  • Me // larries : what the fuck do u expect? A song about how tight Lou's ass is so that it's clear they fuck? Or maybe I HAVE LOVED YOU SINCE I WAS FICKIMG EIGHTEENW AJS YOU WERE FUCKING SOXTEEENB?!?? HUHVbv?!? OR HOW ABOHT WKAING UP BESIDE FUCKING HARRY IM A LODADED GUN?!?!:!/&2£8/£:/&@/!:&)38/!//&'a
  • Antis: *runs out of argument* Louis said he's straight tho
  • Larries: he also said he would never get a tattoo or smoke, look where we r now.

BUT ZAYN LOOKS SO HAPPY LIKE YALL THOUGHT U WERE GONNA BRING THEM DOWN WITH UR DUMB ASS HARASSING HIM ON TWITTER BUT MY BOY IS HERE, GLOWING BRIGHT, SPREADING CHEER. LOOK AT WHERE YALL R NOW

What is this???? Hell if I know. Have some surrealist end-of-nineteen century AU … thingy?

Joly had stayed at work too late; 

He’d known he was taking a risk when that mother had rushed in and begged him to do something about her kid. The nurses had looked at the clock then stared at Joly with a frown when he’d said “alright then,” with a cheerful, reassuring smile for the child, but the threat of the night had been just a whisper at the back of his head then, easily forgotten by his sense of duty. Some nurses had left; he couldn’t blame them. Others had sighed and sent messages to their family that they would stay at the hospital for the night. All of them, clearly, were wiser than Joly.

Stepping out of the hospital as the sun was setting had been a mistake. No carriages were roaming the streets anymore at this hour, no passerby could be seen, and every buildings’s windows were closing one by one, a small unlit candle hanging in front of each of them. The empty streets looked larger, and the sounds of Joly’s cane resonated it loudly, announcing his presence to everybody. He could hear shuffling behind him, and see from the corner of his eyes shadows of invisible beings running through the walls. Above him, the streetlights were so bright Joly had to look at the too clean cobblestones. 

He only walked faster, ignoring the pain of his bad leg, and thinking hard about Bossuet, who slept in his bed more often than not these days, and who would be waiting for him, hopefully without any food he’d have tried to cook himself, either lounging on the couch with a book, or drinking wine with R. Bossuet might worry soon, if Joly didn’t make it home fast. Bossuet had lived longer than Joly’s in Paris, and he knew better than most the one thing that any person living in Paris learnt as soon as they arrived -

There’s no telling what might happen when you walk on the streets of the City of Lights at night.

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