me since a month now


Happy 9th anniversary, SHINee!! ♡ ♡ ♡   #9yearswithSHINee

i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later. 

and i know you’re not in love with me, at least not anymore. there once was a time where a blind man could see how much you loved me, now it’s been months since anything more than a goodnight i love you has passed through your lips. i know you’re not in love with me anymore and i pray to god every night that one day you will fall again.
—  if there’s a god he left a long time go because i keep calling and all i get is the answering machine// 4am

I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since I was lucky enough to commission zenwisterias/taylordraws to draw two of my OCs, Kyna and Brandon! I also can’t believe I got too awkward to actually thank her properly??? They’re amazing and I love them, thank you so so much!!!

I’ve been writing and developing these guys on and off for around six years now, so it’s incredible to be able to see them somewhere other than inside my brain. Thank you sooo much Tayor!!!

Now I just have to wait for her to open them again so I can commission the other three OCs in this team ;)


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On a personal note. I’ve met wonderful people throughout fandoms and by leaving comments. I’ve made great friends, some even on comment sections, as we shared our enthusiasm for the same story. 

People who like the same ships often hold similar character traits and life experiences; they’re people who would get you. The bonds in fandoms only strengthen when people meet other people as humans - and there are fantastic humans waiting to meet you. 

Leave a comment. :)

((Methodology For Data Collected

For this, I’ve used AO3, currently the most popular fanfiction website. 

I’ve taken the first ranked story in each ship, completed, rated by kudos - since bookmarks on AO3 can be set to private so the counters don’t reflect the real numbers - to reflect the stories that had the most positive feedback in their category.

For the comments, I’ve (falsely and intentionally) assumed the numbers represented are singular comments from singular, different users (tipping the scales in favor of the commenters). For Destiel, Johnlock and Spirk I had to pick the second story by kudos, since for the first the deviation error (assuming the author haven’t replied and there aren’t discussion threads included in the comments) was far too high for the ratio to be accurate, and my initial assumption couldn’t be applied. My apologies to the authors. 

The data was collected on May 2nd , 2016.))

honestly fanon Lotor is awesome with Lance but…also….keith is awesome…hunk is awesome…pidge is awesome…shiro is awesome…LITERALLY ANYONE YOU SHIP WITH LANCE WOULD BE COOL AS LONG AS THEY LOVE AND SUPPORT LANCE. DON’T LET THIS BOY BE IN AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP. LANCE DOES NOT DESERVE THAT.

[New Sides] Draco x Reader

A/N: My first published fic on Tumblr! It is currently 2:49 AM haha,,, I desperately wanted something to start my blog off so it’s not as good as it could’ve been, but still!

Word Cound: 1,742

Warnings: I think there is like one curse word? Hufflepuff Reader. Female pronouns. Has not been proof-read.

Summary: (Name) has a small clothing accident which leads to a flustered Draco and a sweet ending! (Will probably do a part two.)


There she was.

‘Bloody hell, how could someone be that perfect?’


Draco studied her, taking in her features from afar.

He had almost memorized her and the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she would get so lost in her own thoughts in class.

She would walk to the side closest to a wall alongside Neville Longbottom and her Hufflepuff friend Lynne. She would make small conversation and express small emotions. Very rarely would she draw attention to herself, her smiles being short and sweet and her laughs as delicate as a daisy petal.

She had a nervous twitch where she would play with her hair in some shape or form, twiddling it between her index finger and her thumb or curling it around a few times before brushing it out again.

She didn’t like rough flirting. He had figured that out immediately when Cormac approached (Name) and shot out some weird pick up lines, did the thing where he trapped her between two of his arms and backed her against a wall, and basically told her she had to go out on a date with him.

Her answer was obvious when all he received was a hard slap to the face and hard shove backwards.

They were partners in Potions once and Draco found himself staring at her constantly. She was so gentle, yet she knew how to stand up for herself.

He had learned so much about her just by studying her and seeing how she reacted to certain scenarios.

Draco, on the other hand, didn’t even try to approach her. He knew all it would end in was a rejection, and honestly he didn’t want his reputation damaged… No matter how infatuated he was with her.

Draco turned his attention from the Hufflepuff girl scurrying to catch up with her friends.

“… Did you hear me?” Blaise snapped his fingers in front of him, causing him to jump slightly.


“I asked what you were staring at.” Blaise stated, eyes narrowed. “A chick?”

Pansy scoffed and rolled her eyes. Her facial features scrunched up, causing her face to look distorted. “As if, Zambini. Draco is too good for all of these petty witches. Isn’t that right, Draco?” Draco rolled his eyes enough to let Pansy know that she was getting on his nerves before he turned on his heel and started walking, his friends following close behind.

“Whatever, Zambini. How about you mind your own business?” Blaise grunted and crossed his arms, eyeing a certain girl running to Neville Longbottom.

“What about her? Now that’s what you call eye-candy,” Blaise whistled, raising his eyebrows. “Finally a real woman around here.” Pansy, upon hearing his remarked, smacked the side of his arm with a snarl.

Draco moved his gaze over to where Blaise was staring.

“Who is she anyways? I’ve never even seen her,” Pansy spat, shooting a nasty stare at (Name).

“I don’t know, but would ‘ya look at that.” Blaise pointed to her skirt, lifted ever so slightly in the back. It looked wrinkled, as if she hadn’t bothered to readjust after standing up.

Draco felt his ears and cheeks heat up and had to force himself to avert his gaze. “Disgusting, Zambini…”

“Seriously though!” Pansy continued to smack Blaise, who in defense recoiled and jogged down the hall. Pansy followed after him, face red from anger. Behind Pansy trotted Crabbe and Goyle, claiming that she had something of theirs stored with her.

Draco was left in the middle of the hall, shamefully trying to ignore the presence of (Name) and the view that taunted him from only a few feet away.

He only happened to be glancing that way to see none other than Harry Potter and his crew stroll over to join in the circle of friends conversing.

Draco couldn’t handle it anymore. He was raised a gentleman, and a gentleman wouldn’t let a lady expose herself in public with his knowing.

At least, that’s what he told himself. In reality he just saw Harry’s face light up like a lantern when he caught a glance of (Name).

The Slytherin strolled over, biting his lip and refusing to look down a few inches.

He cleared his throat when he was directly behind her, signaling his appearance. (Name) turned around, a puzzled expression evident on her face.

“Oh, Malfoy…” She seemed surprised to see him standing there, red and flustered. “Can I help you?” She seemed more welcoming than her friends as they all shot glares up and down Draco’s form.

“Yeah, can we help you?” Ron’s mop of ginger hair moved with him whipping his head over to where Draco was standing.

“I’m not talking to you, Weasley,” Draco huffed. “Anyways, I wanted to politely inform you… That, um…” His face reddened, unable to form anything but jumbled and indefinable words.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Y-Your… Uh… Your skirt.” His voice shrank with each syllable.

“What about it?” (Name) looked at him with an eyebrow cocked in confusion.

“I-It’s… Uh… A bit short…” (Name)’s eyes widened immediately, her arms shooting to the back of her skirt to pull it down. Her face was red and she looked like she was about to cry.

“Th-Thank you for informing me…” Her voiced cracked before she excused herself and briskly walked away from the group. Her friends were staring at Draco with a scowl. He shot them a sideways glare before discreetly following her.

He ended up in a nearly empty corridor, (Name) seated on a bay windowsill.

“(Name)?” The Hufflepuff girl’s head shot up.

“If you came here to tease me about it, I suggest you leave.” Her tone was cold and wavering.

“If I really wanted to tease you about it, why would I have confronted you alone?” (Name) took a few seconds to read over his response and nodded.


Draco hesitantly neared (Name) whose head was down in mortification and shame.

“Are… Uh, you okay?” Draco didn’t exactly comfort people on a daily basis, so he was very careful of his words and actions.

She took a while to respond, sighing. “Yeah, just embarrassed. Thank you for informing me, though… It could’ve been a lot worse.”

“Are you crying?” Draco wanted to curse himself. Had he really just asked that? “On the verge…” (Name) replied with a halfhearted laugh.

“I don’t know why I wanted to cry, though… I guess I got so embarrassed…” The girl sighed again and scooted over on her windowsill to let Draco sit beside her. He complied, unsure of how to answer her previous statement.

There was a long moment of silence before (Name) spoke up, looking Draco directly in the eyes.

“I know you stare at me.” He sputtered, eyes narrowing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I am not as lowly as to-“

“Don’t deny it, Malfoy. There’s no purpose in lying.” He grunted, not replying.

“So why do you stare at me, then?” She spoke up, eyes sparkling with newfound interest.

“What?” (Name) leaned back and crossed her arms, waiting for a response. Draco studied her, missing the sight of her features from a closer angle.

“I… Am not sure, actually.” His tone was soft, but sincere. “I suppose you just stand out from other people.”

“Oh, please. I’m a good-girl student who is too caught up in her own daydreaming that she leaves class with her skirt hiked up. I can’t be that unique. But thank you… For the compliment that is…” Draco nodded once as if saying ‘you’re welcome’.

“Yet you’re delicate and kind, yet somehow you also manage to be tough. You’re not a pushover, nor are you overbearing. And most of all you don’t make a fool out of yourself in front of me.” Draco laughed softly to lighten the mood.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that. I basically gave you an entire view… I would say that’s pretty bad.” (Name) smiled in return.

“You should see some other girls… What happened today was nothing,” he mumbled, entranced by the smile she offered him. (Name) giggled, tugging on her sleeve nervously. “So, um… Why exactly… Did you tell me about that? You could’ve easily just let me humiliate myself in front of everyone…” Draco froze. What was he supposed to say? ‘Because I’ve mildly stalked you for months now because you had me hooked ever since our one Potions assignment?’

“I… Uh… It just happened to catch my attention… It was distracting me and…”

“Distracting you?” (Name) repeated with a raised eyebrow.

“W-Well, I mean…!” She looked at the Slytherin struggling to form words and placed a comforting hand atop his.

“Don’t push yourself. You can tell me later.” Draco’s breath hitched and if his face wasn’t already a bold shade of red, then damn was it now.

She hopped down from the windowsill, leaving a lingering feeling on the hand that she touched.

“Well… I suppose I’ve idled here for a few moments now. Thanks, again.” She smiled and started to walk away before she was pulled back gently. Draco gently grasped her hand with an almost pleading look in his brilliant gray eyes. She was almost taken aback at his brashness.

“Draco?” She tilted her head and looked at him.

“(Name)… I understand this must sound sudden, but um… Would you like to accompany me this weekend to Hogsmeade? Or it doesn’t have to necessarily have to be there… Just anywhere, really…? Just the two of us?” Draco’s eyes were soft and gentle. His hand grasped hers as if she was a gem that could shatter with the smallest wrong move.

“Oh…” His expression fell at her response. He retracted his hand, turning to leave. “Wait!” She looked at him with a confused stare. He looked back at her, mirroring her gaze. “What?”

“That wasn’t a ‘no’, silly… I was simply just surprised! In fact, I would love nothing more than to accompany you somewhere… Just the two of us.” She smiled and nudged him playfully. He grinned back at her, showing a rare side of him she had never seen. (Name) approached him with a rosy tint dusting her cheeks and planted a dainty kiss on his cheekbone before bidding him a goodbye.

He stood in the corridor, grazing the place she had kissed him with his fingertips, his expression dazed and dreamy.

Meanwhile, (Name) did the same, almost thanking her bad luck for the skirt incident.


It’s done! blog art for my FD RP blog @eternityslegacy or some kind. Idk, I just wanted to try out a new technique tbh

This was very fun to do tho!! I mean I did copas a lot of stuff from Layth to Azel and vice versa, but these two are both very fun to experiment with, especially with their contrasting colors/hues lol

Day 2: Asleep

Day two brings us NinaXBriar, which is honestly v fitting??? poor sleepy babs, let them rest ;v;

seventeen hogwarts houses

this has been done so many times but I can never seem to find one I really agree with so I’m making my own with justifications ok.

this ended up at 1.8k which is more than i wrote for my last essay and if that doesn’t say something about my priorites and motivation then idk what does.

also last thing i promise but i do mtls for seventeen, bts, exo and knk so ask me stuff pls i rly enjoy doing it :)

alternatively; a surprisingly effective method of first learning about a kpop group, 10/10 would recommend.

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{ five’s company // ch. 14 }

a/n: maybe you can stop yelling at me now?? enjoy! it’s up early!

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t/w: mention of an abusive/toxic relationship, negative thoughts (but it’s nothing really bad!)

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When Alexander woke up, it was three a.m. It was still dark outside. Herc was snoring softly. Alex was lying on top of him, the blankets covering the both of them. John was close to Laf, the two of them asleep. 

Alex didn’t see you in the bed. He figured his eyes were playing tricks on him. 

He shifted a little, then went back to sleep. 

When he woke up and you weren’t at breakfast, he knew something was wrong. When he had bad days, you all stayed home with him. Mental health days, Laf said when he made the very first one an official thing. Alex kind of scrunched up at the word, but he found them to be incredibly helpful on days like these.

You were supposed to be here on “mental health days.” You were always up before him. You always got up before each of the boys. So where were you today?

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Pillow Talk (a James March x Female Reader AHS fanfic)

Fandom: American Horror Story: Hotel

Genre: Smut, but, like…dark. Angsty scary horror smut. It’s AHS, after all. 

Rating: R. NC-17. No little ones allowed!!!!!

Summary: After an especially bad panic attack, there’s really only one thing you can think of that can bring you back to normal. And so you draw in a steadying breath, look your lover square in his face, and ask, “How would you kill me?”

Warnings/Notes: This has been rattling around the inside of me head since the start of the month but I’m only just now getting around to finishing it. There’s talk of murder in here, and blood, and suicide, but the sex is consensual and non-coerced, at least? If you can get through American Horror Story you’ll probably be fine.

Originally posted by itsanightmareinmyhead

You were choking.

The walls closed in until they crushed you. There was no escape, no air, no hope. Your heart pounded in your chest like a creature trying to escape a cage. It was too fast. Any minute now it would explode, filling your chest with blood and shreds of tissue, and you would assuredly die. Already there was a lead weight on your chest, caving it in, crushing you. You couldn’t sit up straight, couldn’t draw a breath, couldn’t stop the choking sobs. You were the only one in the room, but you could feel every foul presence in the hotel bearing down on you. Each one licked its lips and bared its teeth and stretched out its grasping claws towards you.

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autumn iwaoi headcanons:

  • since they were little kids they collected the fallen leaves to give them to their mothers, they still do that
  • oikawa owns 384584 sweaters and at least 3 of them he stole from iwaizumi
  • iwaizumi wears turtlenecks and oikawa feels offended by his fashion choices
  • oikawa has an unhealthy pumpkin obsession and will eat literally everything pumpkin flavoured. when he was five he tried to eat the pumpkin candle and iwaizumi likes to remind him about it 
  • oikawa absolutely loves evening walks, so they go out for a walk almost every day
  • oikawa tried pumpkin carving once, he managed to get both him and iwaizumi hurt so he’s not allowed to do this anymore
  • when the weather is bad they stay in bed all day, listening to the rain and cuddling under tons of blankets


  • “oikawa, it’s november 1st, it’s not christmas yet”

ok so i’m still high on adrenaline but i just got home from the concert of my favorite band ever in my own city and all these vixx feelings and wontaek and everything… i just i never knew i could be this happy?????


Okay so imagine Greg and Rose’s dance… but with Hide and Kaneki. Amazing.