makes me approachable

anonymous asked:

I love your art really but can you stop with gochi spam. Please draw other couples like vegbul and godel, gochi aren't even real you know. Chichi tricked him to marry him and he doesn't love his family! These are the creator's own words!

How about you get out of my inbox?

Originally posted by thanknog

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Moffat Appreciation Day 2016: Happily Ever After

Last year, I wrote about the overwhelming optimism that drove the characters of the Eleventh Doctor’s era to overcome dark situations that could have destroyed them, and this year I want to return to that theme having now seen the last two episodes of series 9 and how that optimism had transformed but ultimately still triumphed.

Where the Eleventh Doctor’s era could be described much like a children’s fairy tale with characters who are put into truly horrifying situations that they overcome through the power of love, the Twelfth Doctor’s era brought the darker side of those stories into focus. Love remained one of the most powerful forces in the universe, but this era explored the reality that love doesn’t always last a lifetime, even for the main characters. 

Rory and Amy left the show when their story was finished, and they lived long, happy lives, dying of old age off screen. We all know Cinderella will one day die and so will Amy Pond, but the picture book ends long before that day. When Amy Pond stopped being the Girl Who Waited, it was the beginning of the end of her time on the show, but River Song and Clara Oswald remained on the show long after the stories of ‘The Woman who Killed the Doctor” and “The Impossible Girl” had been resolved. 

And they lived until their lives were cut short in tragic, yet heroic deaths. With the direction the show had been taking in series 8 and 9, their stories could have been bleak reminders of the reality that many people die before they ever reach old age, and what we think of as happily ever after is rare (if not impossible), but instead, their endings came with an acceptance of the inevitability of death, while at the same time allowing these women to control their fate in a way we can only dream of in the real world. 

The show did not lose all of its optimism as it grew out of it’s fairy tale era, and instead of telling us that River and Clara won’t get their happily ever afters, it asked us to examine how we define happily ever after. Clara Oswald will face the raven and River Song will go to the Library, but those endings do not prevent them from having their own happily ever afters. These two characters are given the opportunity to seize the time they do have and live it the best they can so that when they die, they will have lived full lives on their own terms. Happily ever after does not mean forever. It’s a message we can all take to heart knowing that we too will not live forever. 

Clara flies off to see the universe with her new companion, and River Song spends 24 years with the man she loves (and with a vortex manipulator and a time machine, it could easily be more than 24 years). They will both die, just as we will all die, but their stories are neither tragedies nor fairy tales. Their stories are examples of what fantasy does best - addressing the harsh realities of life while allowing the characters to do the things we wish we could do, taking both time and death into their own hands.

i was thinking about ravenclaw jungkook and slytherin yoongi but per usual my brain took it in a weird direction where when they’re grown-up in the happy ending version jungkook is flight instructor and yoongi, unconventional as it seems, is the charms professor. ah. it’s just a drabble….there’s a sad ending alternative too but i didn’t post that one. yet. 



[ version ii ]


“you need to stop making flowers grow in my classroom windows. they make me look approachable.”

“you are approachable.”

“but they don’t need to know that right away!”

jungkook sighs and laughs but the two don’t really mix so he ends up coughing a little. yoongi rubs wide circles along his back while he adjusts his glasses with his other hand, three books floating in front of him as he flips through the pages inscrutably. once jungkook has recovered enough to talk again, he wheezes a little, pink in his cheeks as he says, “you were never scary. not even when we were students.”

“i never said i wanted to be scary.”

“mmhm,” jungkook hums and leans in close to thread his arms around yoongi’s middle, drawing him close enough to perch his chin on yoongi’s shoulder, breathing in deep the smell of him – a replete mixture of sun, forest, fire, and something like roses. this last comes from some of the charms that yoongi has been teaching, charms for helping things grow – not silly sweetheart tricks like a bloom from a quill, but the lasting everlong northern star kind of growth…the kind that stays. yoongi has for years complained that this particular spell should smell like lavender and not roses but jungkook said to him the last time they had this conversation: but of course it’s roses. yoongi mumbled muttered and moaned a little more to himself about it but jungkook could tell it was more bluster than actual discontent, and yoongi has long since gone on teaching said charm anyway. so there’s that.

besides, jungkook, for all that he likes scents such as vanilla, the first day of winter, and the summer ocean most of all, he also has a soft spot for the iconically romantic flower. among other things, he likes that the different colors can stand for different kinds of love. he thinks of the bouquet of yellow roses that taehyung once brought him and all the other colors yoongi turned until taehyung laughed and drew one from the bundle, offered it to yoongi himself and said: come on, i’ll bring you yours next time.

“at least stop interrupting my classes…” yoongi sighs in a way that would be long-suffering except that it’s quite the opposite, a hundred thousand times the opposite, belied by how his hand slips to rest at jungkook’s waist and hooks him that much closer, close enough for jungkook to tilt his head and press a whisper of a kiss to the line of yoongi’s jaw.

“sure,” he says.

“lying isn’t a cardinal point of a ravenclaw.”

“and being charming isn’t a slytherin’s either.”

“i guess that makes us even.”

when jungkook doesn’t reply, yoongi leans back just enough to look down at him properly. somehow the slight pout to jungkook’s mouth is unsettlingly becoming, and by now yoongi knows better what it means, knows jungkook is saying without saying exactly what would make them ‘even’.

not able to deny him anything in quite some time, he angles down quick and sharp – a kiss with acute magic made of moments rather than witchcraft, a kiss that says here is my heart, here is my heart, here is my heart and hold onto it for me, hold onto me and here. yoongi kisses jungkook and he remembers the first time this happened – how jungkook was asleep in the infirmary, how yoongi wasn’t supposed to be there at all, how the hour was late and the moon was full and yoongi knelt beside his bed and whispered: next time, i’m going to save you.

it was the kind of thing a teenager says because he’s scared, the kind of thing any person says because they’re scared…because they’re scared and in love.

that kind of thing.

jungkook remembers too: the events preceding, the dark dark dark of the forest despite that full moon which could not quite touch where they had fallen, the nauseating pain in his side that sent his body alight with unhealthy shivers, the cold hard grip of yoongi’s hands on his shoulders and the low desperate rasp of his voice begging jungkook to stay with him. that night yoongi’s words were fighting some kind of current trying to pull jungkook under, and it’s curious to him that while almost everything else from that near disaster is a blur, yoongi is not. if he closes his eyes, he can hear him plain as if it was yesterday, as if it was seconds ago: please – i swore on my family name i’d never beg for anything again but i’m breaking that now and i don’t give a fuck just…hey…hey don’t… – and on it had gone. jungkook remembers how what scared him most was not the danger he himself was in but how deathly still yoongi went amidst his hysteria. he had to ask later what yoongi saw, but in the moment, against his own fear, against a bigger nightmare, he remembers conjuring his own patronus, remembers thinking that it looked ridiculous – a rabbit the breadth of the moon it seemed, banishing the cold.

in the here and now, it’s spring. when yoongi breaks away everything is warm and jungkook can’t help himself. he reaches toward yoongi’s ear and just behind it to draw out a rose.

yoongi’s nose wrinkles.

“what kind of magic trick–”

“just take it.”

they stare at each other and some unofficial contest starts. neither of them wins and neither loses, the stampede of yoongi’s impending class echoing through the school corridors as jungkook flips backwards out of the window onto his waiting broom because why do anything the easy way? the smile he sends yoongi is warm and smart and if yoongi died right then and there he supposes he’d be alright with that except for the bit about leaving jungkook behind.

he watches his husband do three unnecessarily risky climbs and dives on that ridiculously expensive broom before he flies out of sight, presumably to teach his next batch of first years. sometimes when yoongi doesn’t have his own classes, he’ll wander to where jungkook is teaching and watch from what he deems to be a reasonable distance. once or twice headmaster namjoon has caught him and joked whether or not yoongi needed more to do, after which yoongi promptly left. later, loitering in the astronomy tower, namjoon admitted with heartbreaking softness: it makes me happy…it makes me happy, to see you happy.

yoongi charmed a star out of the dark, had it hover near namjoon’s right eye and said: i want to see you happy too.

blinking, yoongi is caught off guard (this happens, when you disappear into reverie, it would seem) as a paper plane soars in through the window and narrowly misses his head, gliding to a perfect landing on his desk. when he unfolds it, he shakes his head at the writing there: you dropped your flower!

crouching, yoongi retrieves it, and despite his initial scoffing, yoongi wears said flower behind his ear for the rest of the day.

it’s not lost on his students that the rose? is blue.

So I had an endocrinologist appointment today and found out I’m back down to 63kg (138lbs for my American friends) which for someone who is 6'2 isn’t ideal.

On the plus side I like my hair and this filter hides my ever fucking nightmarish stubble. Seriously if I ever meet the inventor of Snapchat filters I owe them so many drinks for devising a way to make me look something approaching presentable.

So yeah here’s a selfie for all my peeps 😇

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@gibslythe look what you’ve made me do

i am like……. so like Victoria chase but totally the opposite at the same time??

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yay for shamelessly incorporating my own oc into this :-) 

oh yeah frisk is gonna speak in this too 

i personally headcannon them as mute but for the purpose of this comic they gonna talk 

just not too often 

next: X

previous: X

start here: X

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::: UNDISCLOSED DESIRES ON AO3 ::: 


“I wasn’t here on the first night, I mean, didn’t get here early” I said, and Harry smiled again.
“I know, I would never forget your eyes if I had seen it before…” he said, taking the wineglass out of my hand and placing it on the side of the bottle. I rolled my eyes, but this time Harry didn’t smile at that. “You have beautiful eyes, Zayn”
“What do you want from me, Harry?” I asked, watching him bring his face closer to mine. His eyes glittered and watched me closely.
“What do you want from me, Zayn?” He whispered, running his fingers over my face, making me shiver. Harry approached me and I closed my eyes, feeling his breath on my face. “You just have to say” he whispered, running his long fingers over my face.

  • Or the one where Zayn is a journalist in a Horror & Thriller Convention, Harry is a mysterious guest and people die.


Hello! So, this is the first fic I publish on AO3! This supposed to be part of Sub Harry Fic Fest but I couldn’t/wanted finish at time, so I’m posting it now! Please feel free to let me know what you’re thinking about it! I’ll update everyday (or week maybe?)… The photos aren’t mine, so credit to the owners! I think that’s it… Thank you! 

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You guys are… really nice.

sometimes em has a cute chubby baby face with big blue eyes and other times he has his jaw locked and squinty “if you make me look friendly and approachable I’ll kill you” eyes

From the scale of 1 to Kim Jonghyun, how hot is your bias?

Level 1 - Face carved by God (hence the hair was inspired by a palm tree)

Level 2 - Family Man

Level 3 - Puppy eyes. Puppy pout. Puppy person.

Level 4 - The Dad Type

Level 5 - Mochi mochi anime is layf from the other side

Level 6 - Which is ripped, my jeans or your heart?

Level 7 - Dethroning Taemin from the Vampire Oppa title

Level 8 - Closing my eyes from the world’s injustices

Level 9 - Your resident (serial killer) balladeer

Level 10 - u wR3-3H-3Hck3d M3

@tuuzmorado Four down, one more to go >:)

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THE 100 — reapercussions (2.03)

“The prisoners were last seen at lights out.”