anonymous asked:

can i just say that keith and lance's child has officially murdered me and i love him already so much he's perfect

I know I shook myself idk what happened but Toby was born and now I love him so much.

He’s that kid who had three enormous Tupperwares of Legos and built cities for hours, content to just be by himself. And he likes to help Keith and Lance cook and bake so he always ends up toddling around with flour streaks on his cheeks and in his hair but he’s all proud when he sets a plate of warm cookies on the kitchen table because he helped make those!!

And Lance buys Toby nail polish at the drug store one day because Toby pointed at this bright purple bottle and said “I want that” and Lance got a tear in his eye and was like fuck ya u do LETS DO THIS BABY and he gets it and they go home and paint their nails together and Keith gets home and has his legs attacked by a grinning Toby who has his hair up in those lil pigtails and he’s so excited that he hollers “PAPA LOOK!!” and waves his hands at Keith until he kneels down and looks at his nails and Keith just can’t stop from smiling so so big bc look at this angel?? Oh my god I’m crying I love him so much

aquarpisc  asked:

Hi, my birthday is February 19th and I'd love something along the lines of enemies to lovers Modern AU (smut) if that's possible. Thank you so much to all the authors who contribute!! <3

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Wishing you a wonderful birthday! To start you days off right, the always delightful @appleblossomgirl0305 has written this perfect bit of Everlark, just for you! Enjoy!


Rating: M/E

Trigger warnings: Logging operations? Heights? The mating habits of quail?

A/N: Happy birthday! I hope all of your birthday wishes come true! Never-ending gratitude to @xerxia31 for helping in every way possible.

Peeta hunkered down in his chair, swiveling away from the opening of his cubicle. He had two immediate problems; his editor was looking for him and he was hungover. Again. Plutarch Heavensbee was hard to take on a normal day, but with a blazing headache and already sour stomach, Peeta feared the consequences of a run in this morning.

“Damn,” he muttered, sucking a sharp whistling breath as he burned his tongue on his scaldingly hot coffee. Why did the little kiosk in the entryway always insist on making horribly weak, but ridiculously hot coffee? Maybe a better question was why he continued to buy it. But every time he walked into the chrome and marble opulence of the Capital Media Corps foyer, with its twenty stories of frantically busy, hungry machine of information and commerce looming above him, he felt like an imposter. He felt like every silk-shirted woman in her clackity-clacking heels determinedly running to the next important story, each shiny-shoed, cuff-linked man barking into his cell phone that he “needed it yesterday, dammit!” could tell he didn’t really belong there. That he was a small-town boy from District 12 who still dreamt of his parent’s bakery, cinnamon and dill-scented tendrils curling through his dreams.

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Do you mind?/Grayson Dolan Smut

Originally posted by infinitygarner

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  Hey can u write about Gray and the reader, it’s during summer and they go to Hawaï (with Ethan too) and share a room and have sex in the shower ?

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Anti Intruder Charm

It’s simple, but it does the job. Created and tested some time ago in necessity. Be warned; it won’t be kind to the intruder.

Gather three iron nails from your home and a handful of thorns and burdock burrs. 
Stand at the entrance of your property. 
Drive the three nails, evenly spaced, into the ground. 
Scatter the thorns and burrs over the boundaries of your property. 
“Let intruder’s foot fall onto sawtooth earth. Let them turn away from here, only ever to return to pain and misery.”

BTS' Reaction To: Their S/O Being A Nail Artist!

When you can, could you do a BTS and SEVENTEEN reaction to their s/o being a nail artist and always doing their nails in their home. (How would the smell affect them and would they appreciate the art on them) thank you!

Alrighty, so here’s part one! 


  • Would think it’s really creative and would be blown away by your skills. 
  • Would ask you a billion questions as to how on earth you could draw such tiny designs so perfectly. 
  • Is the type to try to learn how to draw on nail art and then practice on you. 

Originally posted by bwiseoks


  • Wouldn’t be too keen on letting you practice on him, but would appreciate the offer. 
  • He’d be intrigued by it and may ask a few questions. 
  • Thinks that it’s a good creative outlet.

Originally posted by yoonseok


  • Would hands down ask you to teach him how this shit works. 
  • He’d be extremely excited by how well you could draw on such a tiny canvas. 
  • Would also find it to be a cool and creative job and or hobby to have.  

Originally posted by syubto


  • He may or may not be ok with you practicing your art work on him first.
  • Would think it’s pretty cool and may also ask you a billion questions. 
  • Would be the type to try and motivate you to publicly show your art work.

Originally posted by rapnamu


  • He’d fangirl a bit over how well you could draw on such a tiny space. 
  • Wouldn’t let you practice on him, but would definitely encourage you to keep practicing. 
  • Might even brag a little bit to the members.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


  • He would also be ready to be your test dummy for your art. 
  • Is also the type to want to learn how to draw nail art. 
  • He’d encourage you to practice everyday. 
  • Would be like Namjoon and might persuade you into publicly showing off your skills.

Originally posted by taedamn


  • He’d be a bit shy about letting you practice on him, solely because his hyungs might tease him a bit.
  • Would also encourage you to keep making art and to go public with it. 
  • Is also the type to brag a little bit. 
  • Would secretly want to know how you do nail art.

Originally posted by bangtan

oh yeet, another request completed! Only one more month until i’m finally senior! A little scary thinking about it, but life goes on~. Keeping sending in your requests!

~ Admin Ryn

Killing Stalking is back kids, and so am I.

I’ve been on vacation this week, so I haven’t been reading any of the brilliant metas around so I apologize if I brain vomit over things that have already been discussed but I did want to just get my little read through of the chapter out into the fandom. Yeeeee.

Other than this chapter being ridiculously brutal and graphic, I was very surprised by what an emotionally vulnerable turd Sangwoo is in this chapter. 

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Evening the Score

Elena Rose Bennett is a world class athlete, Harry Styles is an International pop star. Both of them lead extraordinary lives, but when they happen to meet by chance, they do the most ordinary thing there is. 


Harry was sitting in a meeting with Jeff and some record executives.  The final details for his tour were being hammered out and try as he might to stay focused, all he could think about was getting home to Elena.  He’d left her naked in her bed and somehow that just seemed fantastically wrong.  

He had kept her from packing after they’d returned home from the game, though she hardly protested.  So she promised she’d be packed by the time he got back from his meeting.

Harry felt his phone buzz once but ignored it.  Jeff was in the middle of talking about the cities Harry was visiting and he always liked hearing the schedule.

However, when his phone buzzed again, he couldn’t resist looking down.

How’s this for pajamas?  Is London cold or hot this time of year?  I want to make sure I’m dressed appropriately.

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One observations about Nier: Automata I did yesterday, is that one of the messages you get very near to the end of the game from the Council of Humanity is actually the same as the one you get the first time. It is 100% same, same words, same sentences and etc… Just to be sure I attached the messages here. You can see that the content is basically the same, but the time when it has been send is different. 

I liked that since it nails the point home that there actually is no humans or Council of Humanity in the moon, it just a loop or playback, or just some messages send by an android team in the Moon. It has been a lie the whole time. I also like the fact that the messages keep coming even after you discover the truth. Their meaning changes rapidly since at first it was possible to see them as praise and motivational messages from the androids superiors. But after you know what really is going one, they became hollow, empty messages, just repeated stuff that is send by an automated system. All of you`r fighting has been pointless. 

anonymous asked:

Omg your angst prompts 😍 Could I please request the -' stop acting out.. I'm not psychic' one please with Yoongi and his s/o when they just want him to be healthy and look after himself more?

The deep sigh that left his lips added more weight to your chest, the heavy feeling making you feel like your drowning in the unknown that he unintentionally created.

You peered over at him. His shoulders hunched over his small desk, his back bent awkwardly. You didn’t need to see the front of him, you knew exactly what he looked like.

Tired. Dark drooping eyes, the sullenness was heart breaking. He had chapped lips, blood shocked eyes and an attitude of a person who had been through the worst of the world.

“baby? Are you ok?” you spoke gently; he was a flight risk.

“Yeah, fine” he was curt.

“Do you need anything?”


“Do want some food? A drink? I can order out” you moved to your feet, walking round the couch to his desk. Standing close, but not to close.

He didn’t notice you.

“No” blunt. It was like a dull knife to your gut, ripping the skin and tearing your insides. This was how you felt, every day, with him.

“What’s wrong?” you rubbed his back gently, reassuring him that its ok, that he will be ok.

He shoved your hand off of him, “nothing”

“Clearly there is” this time he moved to look at you. Pinning you with a glare.

“What do you mean by that?” he had two weeks’ worth of stubble. This wasn’t Yoongi.

“What I’m saying is that you’re being a pretty big dick” you hit the nail home, you refused to let this affect you. You were strong, he needed you. He just didn’t know this yet.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I haven’t done anything?” he defended, the sharpness to his voice showed that he knew. His eyes slowly realising.

“You! You’re my fucking problem. What the hell is wrong?” you crossed your arms, waiting for his reply.

“Like, I said nothing” he slammed his laptop shut. You feared that he broke his screen, that would cause more of a problem.

He moved around to storm out, his feet thudding on the ground. Probably going to wake up your downstairs neighbour.

“No you fucking don’t” you muttered, grabbing his arm in a tight grip so he can’t run away. Like he always does. Running, avoiding; not facing the issue.

“Remove your hand y/n” although his voice was calm, there was an edge to it. It wasn’t threatening, he wouldn’t do that- it just wasn’t him.

“No. You can sit your ass down and talk to me” you let go, but still blocked him from leaving.

He threw his hands in the air with a silent protest, but did it anyways.

“Fine, go on” he shut his eyes, preparing.

“Tell me what’s wrong” he opened one eye.

“I will, when there is a problem to tell?” he sassed.

He stood up, readying to leave.

“Stop acting out when I ask you what you want. I’m not fucking psychic; I can’t fix something if I don’t know what’s wrong” you half spat at him. This time you stood up. He did nothing. Nothing.

“Call me when you want to talk, I’m not putting up with your shit any longer” the look of cockiness left his face and was immediately replaced with worry.

“what” he deadpanned.

You raised a brow, “What? Have something to say?” you grabbed your jacket from behind him, when he grabbed it, refusing to let go. 

“stop being childish” he moved the jacket behind him.

“Me? Childsih? Fucking grow up Yoongi” you spun on your feet. Swinging the door open a minute later.

“Call me when you’re ready to talk…” you gave him a one over, he looked confused. The entire situation flipped over in the space of a few minutes.

“Or don’t at all” you slammed the door. You heart was in your throat, you choked skipping down the steps from his flat.

He, however, had his head in his hands.

“Shit, what have I done”

gavr-che  asked:

I'm back again to say that Neil find this horrid bright fox orange nail polish and tries to paint his nails with it. But he's never painted his nails before and he's a fucking mess and his nails are a fucking mess but he's very please with himself. Until he knocks the nail polish bottle over and stains their floor orange. Andrew is not impressed. Allison takes one look at his Disaster™ nails and spends the next hour fixing them.

I hella subscribe to this. (Gav with the good head canons omg)

Neil is so frugal that he would rather die than pay the fine for having orange fingernail polish on the floor when they move out, so after Allison fixes his nails he goes back home and scrapes and scrubs it off the floor. He chips the polish and is so heartbroken, he can’t ask Allison to paint his nails again! He physically cannot walk back to her room and let her know that he ruined it nearly immediately. Andrew goes out, without a word, and comes back with orange and white nail polish, fixes the chips and pains little fox paws on Neil’s nails. The foxes take bets on who painted Neil’s nails. Kevin says, “Andrew did it.” and no one, not even Allison, wins that bet, but they’re all too pleased to care and end up using the money to buy Neil a bunch of nail polishes.

Crazy Little Thing Called Love Chapter 3

Originally posted by squynhty

Chapters: (1) (2)

Pairing: Baekhyun x OC

Genre & Warnings: Smut as hell, beginning of angst…

Note: Finally some action! Also, starting to increase the tension. Next chapter will probably be angsty AF, so I apologize in advance. I changed some things around for this awards show to suit my purposes. I mainly just wanted the look because I adore the velvet, however I couldn’t find a good gif of just him wearing it. 

It’s been almost a month since the last time Crystal had seen Baekhyun. Twenty six days, twenty one hours, and fourteen minutes. Not like she was counting. She knew he was busy of course, but they lived in the age of technology. A simple “Hey, I’m alive and totally didn’t forget that I was just sucking your face off not that long ago.” Whatever. She was back in school and had better things to do. Wondering why Byun Fucking Baekhyun would mess with her like that was not one of them. Not at all. Who cared about his smiling face with the perfect voice and….

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