may-darling askedTHIS. Oh my god: ‘‘hey i’m sorry to bother you but i’m trying to convince my friends i’m a sex god so can you please write a fake number on this napkin for me real quick’ au OMG THIS IS SO BRILLIANT I CANT. Cas trying this approach because man Gabriel and Balthazar are a pain in the ass AND HE IS NOT STUCK UP DAMMIT. But he is babbling and awkward but Dean thinks it’s super adorable. Dean all flirty and suave writes his real number down and asks for a date *heart melts into a gooey puddle* 

Author’s note: I totally loved this prompt, but it got a little long. Oh well, what can you do. ;)

“Have another one, little bro.” Gabriel insisted as he put another round of shots on the table and pushed one in Castiel’s direction. “I’m going to remove that stick from your ass even if it is the last thing I do. Cheers!”

Castiel huffed indignantly, briefly glowering at his brother before his eyes dropped to the tiny glass filled with clear liquid. Doing shots? Not something Castiel enjoyed. Noisy, crowded bars such as this one? Definitely not the kind of place where Castiel preferred to spend his Saturday nights.

“You might as well give up on that already.” Balthazar, Gabriel’s best friend, commented dryly. “Cassie here is obviously a lost cause when it comes to having fun.”

“May I remind you two that I’m right here?” Castiel snapped, by now deeply regretting his decision to humor Gabriel for once by coming along.

Gabriel and Balthazar exchanged one of their typical looks, only to shrug simultaneously, a gesture that undoubtedly said ‘see if we care’.

Narrowing his eyes, Castiel downed the shot, if only to avoid any more aggravating comments. The liquid burned his throat in a way that he would describe as ‘deeply unpleasant’.

“Excellent.” Balthazar praised before downing his own.

Gabriel did the same, smirking as he put down his empty glass. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it, little bro?”

Castiel didn’t even have the energy to come up with any sort of verbal response; Gabriel kept talking anyway.

“And that was only the beginning…” Gabriel announced ominously, cocking an eyebrow at Castiel; the look on his face promised that nothing good was about to happen. “Next step… Getting you laid! You’re twenty-seven, it wouldn’t hurt you to get some action every once in a while.”

Balthazar nodded his agreement. “He’s right, you know. You’re not getting any younger, and it seems you’re having trouble getting some, if you get what I mean.”

“That’s because I’m not looking to ‘get laid’ or to ‘get some’.” Castiel retorted exasperatedly, wincing a little as he quoted Gabriel’s and Balthazar’s words. “If anything, I’m looking for a meaningful relationship with another person with whom I can share my life.”

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Spiral necklaces now available at my shop!

And here they are! The surprise I promised today! A new line of necklaces :) I’m super happy with these and I will definitely be making more later if they sell well. Blending clay is so fun! Yes, that’s right, clay - no paint was used in these!

The Deep Sea one at the top is totally my favorite, followed by the Fire one! Please share them if you like them, it would mean the world to me! ♥ ♥ ♥

Oh and don’t forget that my emergency sale is still going on until today, 11pm UK time. So you can use the code EMER15 at checkout for 15% off any purchase!

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No Control (cover)
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My first 1D cover! In honor of it being added to the OTRA setlist, here’s my ukulele cover of “No Control”. Sorry, the mic distorted anything that wasn’t super low, so it sounds a bit funky. I’m also sick and did this in one take, so be nice. 🙈 Anyway, enjoy!

From Fairy Tales to Reality

Originally posted by jonsnowsource

Request: anon asked “Hey could you please write a Jon Snow x reader after the battle of bastards. Like Jon saves the reader from Ramsey. Please make it super fluffy :D”

Warnings: cuss words, ramsay being disgusting, implied rape

Word Count: 1435


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In the wake of big news, I believe it’s time I stop procrastinating for this blog. It’s almost time to celebrate HetaHumor’s big moment: 1-YEAR of being alive!

Brace yourseves - this wil be a long one.

When I first created this blog it was for fun, so I’m super surprised and pleased that it has gotten so many pleasant people following for the fun. I believe it is now appropriate to confess that I may or may not have skipped/missed three big milestones…

I thought this was funny.


I fell asleep trying to catch it and missed it. :[ But oh well, 4k!

Ya’ll know what this means…. If you do not, let me clarifiy:

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! To the 2k new to this, Admin has mediocre drawing skills and will use them to draw requests sent in by followers (or anyone) as celebration. These requests can be simple character portraits to scenarios that could become comics. Head over to the requests tag to see previous examples.

This time around, because there are twice as many people that could want something, we need some ground rules:

1. ONE REQUEST PER PERSON. Of course I have no idea if people would abide since I do allow anon, but I hope everyone is considerate enough to follow this rule. It allows the amount to remain consistent so I can complete them faster.

2. Unlike previous times where I urged to remain with the theme of humor, this time around I don’t mind if you just want a character drawn. Just make it simple and short.

3. NOTHING OFFENSIVE. To me, this means inconsiderate relations to current events or other people. Graphic gore and NSFW as well (genitals showing or characters having sex.)

If I deem something inappropriate for whatever reason I reserve the right to delete your request.

So far I haven’t had to do that, which is good. But as we all know, Admin is just one person with other responsibilities, so eventually my drawing hand will burn out. Do not despair, however.

4. If your request isn’t drawn, it will be saved for later. This is what I’ve always done. If I can’t do your request now (art block, bad hand, outside circumstances, etc.) then I will save it as introductory examples for future celebrations.

As such, people who have sent in asks that haven’t been answered from the last round to now will have them answered in the following days leading to HetaHumor’s anniversary on SATURDAY, OCTOBER 18TH.

On that day I will unload all of the requests I have finished. This means requests must be sent by the day before, on Friday 17th. After that you will automatically be put in the ‘for later’ pile.

So get to it! I look forward to all of your ideas.


I have a task for all of you if  followers are willing.

Admin has a LOT of hobbies, drawing being one of them. While I have offered drawings in the past and will continue to do so, I believe ya’ll deserve more. So, it is for this reason that I will be offering two Mochitalia charms to someone who makes the best tribute for the blog. 

The tribute can be anything you’d like (poem, drawing, story, etc.) Time to get creative!


1. Participants MUST be comfortable with giving me their shipping information if they win. How else am I going to mail the prize to you? But don’t worry, Admin will pay for everything.

2. MUST have some winkwinknudgenudge to HetaHumor, although whatever you do does not have to be HetaHumor-centric. Just make it Hetalia if that’s all you can come up with.

3. Can be anything so long as you won’t go to jail for it. Art, crafts, writing, etc. 

4. To participate you MUST be a follower. It wouldn’t make sense otherwise.

5. Bonus points if it is Halloween themed!


-Tag your entry with ’hetahumor 2014 anniversary’ or send a link to it through fanmail (links don’t work on ask, but I’ve seen people abuse the spacebar to make it work so you could try that). If you are having trouble, message me and I will try to assist you.

- Winner will be messaged, then be allowed to choose the character mochis they want.

[About the charms]

Material? Poymer clay, perhaps some Sculpey glaze, and acrylic paint (wire as well if it’s an Italy). They will be fastened onto a silver keychain - maybe a phone strap if the ones I ordered get here in time. 

If anyone is allergic to these materials it would be wise to tell me and I’ll think of some other prize.

How many? Two. The winner will have to ask which mochis they’d like. You can ask for a pairing.

How big? The ones I’ve made in the past are about 1x1x1-inches. 

Examples?Yo-o. Yours will look better, I swear. Those were my first tries and I’ve learned since then.

Deadline? Just like with requests, people will have until Friday, October 17th to send in their entries. The winner will be announced at least two days after.

Hopefully I can make this an enjoyable anniversary. Thank you to everyone who has followed.


knbaes-n-bakas  asked:

Why do you have to go ripping out my heart and stomping on it because oh my god that child birth one where s/o is dying made me cry T-T it was soooo goooodddd so may I request some fluff? So flash forward, GOM + Kagami tells a story to their child about a memorable event between them and their s/o? I guess the child is just curious because he/she have not even had the chance to meet their mother. Please stitch my heart back up with your amazing writing ;u; please and thank you >u<

writing the child birth scenario made me super sad as well LOL. THIS IS NICE I AM EXCITED TO WRITE THIS.

In case you’re unaware, this is the angsty childbirth scenario (death tw btw) that our dear Lily is referring to.

Note: the children are all five years old. Also, the s/o is referred to as a “mother”, as requested. 

Kuroko: “Otouuu-san! The teacher didn’t see you again!” Kuroko’s son Haru giggled, gripping his dad’s fingers tightly as they walked home. “You’re like a ninja!”

Kuroko huffed a soft laugh, tilting his head to the side to peer down at Haru. “Only your okaa-san was able to find me right away, y’know.”

“Was Okaa-san a ninja too?” Haru asked with wide unblinking blue eyes.

Kuroko shook his head. “No, they weren’t a ninja. But they always seemed to be able to see me.”

“Like how!”

“Well…” Kuroko squinted his eyes as he thought hard, but then brightened with a small grin when he remembered a perfect example. “Once, when your mother and I were on a date–”

OOOOH, Otou-san went on a daaaaate, and you kiiiiissed,” Haru cut him off, making loud kissy noises.

Kuroko rolled his eyes at his son, chucking. “Yes, yes. Otou-san kissed your okaa-san.”

“Ewww!” Haru shrieked, covering his eyes with his free hand, even though there wasn’t anything yucky to see.

Anyway,” Kuroko said pointedly, and Haru piped down immediately (but a few giggles slipped through here and there), lowering his hand. “So we were on a date. We went to this huge event, I can’t remember what it was for. But there was a very large crowd. We accidentally got separated–”

“Okaa-san shoulda held Otou-san’s hand like me!” Haru said proudly, raising their linked hands.

“Yeah, you’re right Haru. But we didn’t. So we were pulled apart, and I was trying to find your okaa-san because I knew that they wouldn’t find me. But a few seconds later, I see your okaa-san standing on a very big fountain, waving at me with both their hands.”

“Like this?” Haru let go of Kuroko’s hand and waved his arms wildly.

Kuroko nodded. “Exactly. Even in that very large crowd, your okaa-san was able to find me! It made me really happy.”

“I can find you too! Like Okaa-san! I’m like Okaa-san, then, right?” Haru asked, threading their fingers together tightly and then looking up at his father with an expectant expression.

Kuroko’s eyes crinkled when he smiled widely. “Yes you are.”

Kagami: Kagami was indebted to Alex in more ways than one. Why? Well, besides teaching him and his brother core basketball skills and being a cool-ass mother figure to the both of them, she also instilled within them another necessary skill: hair braiding.

“'Tou-san, are you done yet?” Ai asked, twiddling her little fingers in her lap.

Kagami grunted around a mouth full of hair pins. Ai sighed.

Another five minutes later, Kagami was finally done. He proudly held the mirror up for her inspection. “Whaddya think, eh, Ai?”

Ai seriously turned her head from left to right, appraising the work. Then, she gave a decisive nod and stood up to wrap her arms around Kagami’s neck. “It’s great, thanks ‘Tou-san.”

“Cool, that means I can go watch my show now? Wanna come?” he asked, sitting up, groaning when some of his joints popped.

“’Kay!” Ai said cheerfully, and skipped alongside her dad as he took two long strides to the couch and settled down. She climbed into his lap and waited patiently for him to click on the TV. While Kagami flipped through channels, Ai piped up again. “'Tou-san… y’know, I was talkin’ to Shika-chan and she said her ‘Kaa-san braids her hair. Did my ‘Kaa-san braid my hair too?”

Kagami was caught off guard by the question, and he fumbled with the remote, almost dropping it if not for his quick reflexes. “Well, no, they didn’t get the chance to. But,” he shifted Ai on his lap so that they were snuggled closer. “When you were in your ‘kaa-san’s tummy, ‘Kaa-san was always trying out weird hairstyles out on me when I wasn’t paying attention.”

Ai gasped. “Why!”

Kagami wasn’t able to hold back his laughter at the memory very well. “Because they said that when you came out of the their tummy, they were gonna make you so pretty every day. That’s why I make your hair nice every morning before school. If your ‘kaa-san saw that I wasn’t, they’d kick my a– butt. They’d kick my butt.”

“Yeah they would.” Ai nodded seriously. “'Kaa-san was smart. They planned ahead. They told me that if you didn’t make my hair pretty, I would have to kick your butt for them.”

“Haah?” Kagami scoffed. “When did they tell you that!”

“When I was in their tummy!” Ai argued.

“Li-ar,” Kagami sang, tickling Ai’s sides. “You just wanna find a reason to fight me.”

“N-no!” Ai gasped out between loud bursts of laughter. “You weren’t there, you wouldn’t know!”

Kagami stopped when he noticed the theme song of his show beginning to play. He quickly placed a light kiss on his daughter’s forehead. “Fine, you and your ‘kaa-san had a secret club without me. Hmph. So lucky.”

Kise: Kise stood on his tiptoes on the ladder, reaching his hand out as far as it would go.

“You can do it, ‘Tou-chan! Reach farther!” cheered Kise’s darling angel of a son.

“I’m trying, Miyuki-cchi! You really got the ball stuck far. I still don’t understand how you were able to get the ball stuck up here. It’s not like we were playing soccer,” Kise grunted, shaking the sweat out of his eyes.

“I’m a podidgy!” Miyuki yelled happily.

“Podidgy?” Kise mumbled to himself, confused. What was tha– oh, prodigy. “Yeah you are!”

Eventually, his fingertips brushed the orange ball and it tipped, hitting four branches before bouncing to the ground. 


“Hooray!” Kise echoed. 

When Kise managed to climb down, he saw Miyuki staring up at the top of the tree with a thoughtful look. “What are you looking at?” Kise also stared up at the tree, squinting at it. Was there another ball that got stuck?

“Maybe Mama is stuck in the tree as well,” Miyuki said, completely serious. He was mimicking Kise’s squinty-eyed expression. 

Kise barked out a surprised laugh, and Miyuki’s mouth twisted down in displeasure at the sound. “I’m not making a joke, ‘Tou-chan.”

Crouching down to be eye-level with his son, he shook his head. “No, Miyuki-cchi, your mama isn’t up there.”

Miyuki’s expression fell, eyes beginning to take on a defeated quality. That was not a look a five year old should have been wearing. Quickly, Kise fell onto his back, pulling Miyuki down with him so that the both of them were lying in the grass facing the tree. 

“But once Mama did get stuck in a tree, y’know,” Kise said, and he smiled in relief when Miyuki giggled. “They were trying to compete against me, to see who could climb the highest. I went re-a-a-ally far, but your mama went even farther, to the very top, and then realized that they were scared of heights.”

“Haha! That’s so silly!” 

“Your mama was a very silly person. But very cute as well.”

“Am I cute?” Miyuki angled his face up to give Kise a wide-eyed stare.

Kise’s heart clenched at how perfect his son was, and he aggressively cuddled him, nuzzling his face into Miyuki’s hair. “Of course, you’re my perfect copy!”

Midorima: “Your lucky item for the day is an onion, Yoshi, go and get one,” Midorima said, clicking off the T.V. 

“Okay, Otou-san!” Yoshi agreed, and scrambled up to head to the kitchen and hunt down an onion. 

Midorima busied himself with packing his briefcase for the day. There was his lunch, his files about his patients, paperwork to be done, and his blessedly small lucky item: a kangaroo doll. 

“Got it!” Yoshi announced, holding up her onion like it was a trophy. 

Midorima patted her head as he walked past her towards the front of the house. “Good. Get your backpack, you don’t want to be late.”

Yoshi ran off to get her bag, then walked back to put her shoes on. Midorima bit back a smile of pride– she was finally able to wear shoes without help from Midorima in getting them on. Once Yoshi gave the okay, the two walked out to the car. 

Midorima usually liked to drive in silence, but the next best thing was listening to classical music. Today, they were listening to Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto # 2, Yoshi’s personal favourite. In the middle of it all, Yoshi spoke up. 

“What was Okaa-san’s sign?”

Midorima nearly swerved the car into a ditch. He cleared his throat. “What?”

“What was Okaa-san’s sign?” Yoshi repeated patiently, kicking her legs a little while she waited. 

“U-um, it was ____,” he answered, and held his breath. For what, he didn’t know. 

“Do you think they have their lucky item where they are?” she asked. 

Midorima felt his chest become heavy at the idea of Yoshi worrying about whether her mother was safe, but did his best to keep his composure. “Of course they do, I make sure to check what their lucky item is every day, and then that way, Okaa-san knows what it is and can get it.”

Somehow, he felt pressured to keep talking. “I used to bring Okaa-san her lucky item every day, and once, it was a puppy. It almost peed on her, but I pushed the puppy away from her in time.”

Yoshi nodded in approval, “Good job keeping Okaa-san safe, Otou-san.”

He bit back a laugh, and glanced at his daughter through the rearview mirror. “Thank you, Yoshi.”

Aomine: “Oi, Eiji, what’s next on the list?” Aomine said, pushing the grocery cart down the canned foods aisle. 

“I dunno, ‘Tou-chan, I can’t read!” Eiji explained, staring hard at Aomine’s nearly illegible handwriting as he speed-walked on his small legs, trying to keep up. “alpees?”

“Apples,” Aomine corrected. He turned the cart towards the fresh produce section. “And yeah you can read, kid, don’t say that. People will think I’m neglecting you.”

“Like Satsuki-nee?”

Aomine scrunched his nose in distaste and scoffed, “Satsuki-nee can’t tell a horse’s face from its ass, what does she know?”

“OO-OOHHH ‘TOU-CHAN SAID  AAAAASSSS,” Eiji bellowed, and Aomine shushed him in horror, sideglancing a mom who made a ‘tch’ noise at him. 

“Hey ‘Tou-chan?” Eiji asked a few minutes later after his giggle fit at Aomine  being scolded by a grandma subsided. 

Aomine tossed the apples into the cart. They bounced off of the eggs, making Aomine wince. He’d replace the carton, just in case. “What now, brat?”

“What does my name mean?”

Aomine blanched. He knew he’d have to have this conversation one day, but he hadn’t mentally prepared himself for such an abrupt attack. “I-It, uh… it means, um, second son.”

Eiji furrowed his brows. “But I don’t have a nii-chan.”

Aomine started tossing some tangerines into a bag, so as to keep himself from blushing. “I-I know. Uh, I kinda made a mistake. I liked the name, but I forgot to check what it meant.”

Eiji thumped his forehead with the palm of his hand and sighed wearily. “This is why I hafta take care of you, ‘Tou-chan. I shoulda picked the name. I’d name myself something that made sense.”

Aomine raised a brow. “Like what?”

“Like, Crasher.”

Aomine nodded understandingly. “Makes sense.”

“Did ‘Kaa-chan wanna name me Eiji too?”

Laughing, Aomine shook his head. “Your ‘Kaa-chan would’ve named you something sensible.”

“Like Crasher?”

“Exactly. They were always taking care of me like you do. Like, once I almost fell asleep while waiting for food to boil, and they woke me up before I burned it all.”

“They probably had better writing than you too.”

“HEY, when did you become so cheeky?”

Murasakibara: In all honestly, Murasakibara was terrified of his daughter for the first few years of her life. She was just so small, and he’d admit, he’d dropped her a few times. He’d almost died. But now, he’d realized that Chiyo was essentially a purple haired monkey and he let her do what she wanted. 

On one particular summer afternoon, when the two of them were lounging around eating popsicles while watching Chiyo’s current favourite anime (he didn’t like the main character, but Chiyo said she would watch his favourite anime with him if he watched this), Chiyo said, “I like Azuza-chin’s ‘kaa-san, she makes yummy food.”

Murasakibara nodded. “Yeah, she’s the only character I like in the show.”

Chiyo rolled her eyes and decided to climb up on Murasakibara’s shoulders to hang out there, resting her chin on his head. “Did my ‘Kaa-san cook good food?”

Absently, he nodded. “Of course, why would I have a kid with them if they didn’t cook? You gotta have priorities when you look for a partner, Chi-chin.”

She hummed, seemingly in thought. On screen, Azuza did something stupid again. “See, Azuza-chin is a loser,” Murasakibara pointed out, as he had done many times in the past. 

“Shush ‘Tou-san, Azuza-chin is nice. Also, what priorities do I hafta have when I look for someone?”

Murasakibara shrugged, tousling Chiyo. “I dunno, what do you like?”

“I like to eat,” Chiyo said, and Murasakibara nodded in agreement. “I like to build stuff, and I like kicking that stupid Natsuo-chin in the head–”

Heeey, Chiyo-chiin, you can’t do that,” Murasakibara cut in, pulling Chiyo down from his shoulders so that he could look her in the eye, “Natsuo-chin’s ‘Kaa-san got mad at me for that. What an angry little woman.”

Chiyo crossed her arms, “He thinks he’s smarter than me!”

Murasakibara shook his head, “Don’t beat him up with your body, Chi-chin, beat him up with your words. That way, he doesn’t have proof when he tells on you.” 

“Would ‘Kaa-san tell me to do that too?” Chiyo asked, mimicking Himuro’s words when he was scolding Murasakibara about parenting.

He rolled his eyes. “No, they would say to be kind to Natsuo-chin and say mean things to him in your head. Then draw a mean picture at home. They did that once, when they had a bad coworker. Drew a huuuge picture of them looking like a pig. It was so funny, we almost framed it.”

Chiyo furrowed her brows. “I think Muro-Oji-chan would yell at them for that too.”

Akashi: Akashi felt like he had the most rambunctious child in the world. He had recently gotten into a new phase, after learning about superheros, and was now punching everything. It didn’t help that Tadashi’s punching range was at about crotch level. 

“Otou-san, look, I can fly!” Tadashi yelled from on top of a cabinet– oh holy shit, how did he get up there?”

“Tadashi, wait!” Akashi yelled as he shot out of his seat grabbed Tadashi from mid-air. Tadashi laughed, pleased.

Akashi huffed, relieved that he’d caught him in time. “Tadashi, why would you jump from so high?”

“I knew you’d catch me though!”

He stared at his son, perplexed. “But you know that it’s unsafe. How could you be certain that I’d catch you?”

Tadashi shrugged, wiggling in his arms to get Akashi to put him back on the ground. “I’m right about everything.”

Akashi sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Play with me!” Tadashi waved a cape at him, as if it was something enticing.

Akashi waved helplessly at the stacks of paper on his desk. “But who’s going to do all this?”

“No one!” Tadashi cheered, running around. 

Deciding he did need a break anyway, Akashi spent the next half-hour playing as the villain to Tadashi’s superhero. After Akashi– hair tousled and cheeks red from the exertion– announced that it was time for him to go back to work, Tadashi pouted. 

“It would be easier if Okaa-san was here right?” he said, not sadly, but in a subdued tone.

Akashi didn’t know what to say. Of course it would be easier, but he didn’t want Tadashi to feel as if he was a burden or something of the sort. “Well, Okaa-san was always helping me. Sometimes, when I would work too long, Okaa-san would come into my office and would throw small balls at me until I did something with them.”

“So, I’m right, aren’t I. I’m always right. It’s okay, don’t worry Otou-san, I’ll throw things at you until you play with me too.”

Akashi kneeled down next to Tadashi to give him a hug, chuckling. “I’m so lucky. Thank you, Tadashi.”

  • Devil
  • 슈퍼주니어

Super Junior Special Album ‘Devil’ Lyrics [Rom/Eng] | 150718



(Hey Hey Well.. Hey Hey)

What I’m about to say might sound strange
I don’t know why but you’re a bit hard for me, I’m always struggling
I want you so bad, oh baby baby please don’t go
Everything, even kneeling before you feels so natural now

I keep begging you, endlessly
Dammit, I can’t even fall asleep
I can’t figure out what this feeling is

You’re cold and hot, devil
Like a midsummer rain shower
After drenching my hot body, you burn up my throat again
You’re the salt of the faraway desert, a shadow of the red hot equator
You make me taste a moment of pleasure then you burn up my throat again
You’re cold and hot

One day, when you’re lonely and crying
I’ll wipe away those tears, if you would allow me
The stars show my fate and now I desperately want you
All day, I’m in desire and despair, everything is just so amazing

No word is enough to describe this
A bit more complicated than romantic
I can’t figure out what this feeling is

You’re cold and hot, devil
Like a midsummer rain shower
After drenching my hot body, you burn up my throat again
You’re the salt of the faraway desert, a shadow of the red hot equator
You make me taste a moment of pleasure then you burn up my throat again
You’re cold and hot

My throat is burning up, I wanna taste the wet you
Listen to me (listen to me)
Accept me (accept me)
I say, I just like it all (I just like it all)
I say, I like everything about you (I like everything about you)
And I say, beautiful you (beautiful you)
And I say, be mine

You’re cold and hot, devil
Like a midsummer rain shower
After drenching my hot body, you burn up my throat again
You’re the salt of the faraway desert, a shadow of the red hot equator
You make me taste a moment of pleasure then you burn up my throat again
You’re cold and hot

You’re cold and hot
You’re cold and hot
You’re cold and hot

You burn up my throat, you’re a devil, so hot


[Siwon] Hey hey well hey hey
[Kyuhyun] Jigeum naega haryeoneun mari
Jom isanghalji molla
Waeinji neon jom eoryeowoseo
Nan neul jjeoljjeolmaenikka
[Donghae] Itorok wonhage doego
Oh baby baby
Please don’t go
Dangsin ape mureup kkulhneun geotdo
I modeun ge neomu jayeonseureowo

[Siwon] Haneopsi jakku aewonhage hae
[Heechul] Jenjang jamjocha mot jage dwae
[Yesung] Dodaeche I gamjeongi mwonji moreugetjanha

[All] Neon chago tteugeowo devil
Han yeoreum sonagi syawo
Dalgwojin onmomeul jeoksyeoon dwie
Geurigon tto mok taoge haji
Neon jeo meon samagui sogeum
Saeppalgan jeokdoui geuneul
Han sungan kwaerageul masboge hagon
Geurigo tto mok taoge haji
Neon chago tteugeowo

[Siwon] Eoneu nal mariya nega
Oerowo ul ttaee
[Kangin] Naega geu nunmul dakkajulge
Budi heorakhandamyeon
[Leeteuk] Byeoreun unmyeongeul deonjyeo
Ganjeolhi jeolhi wonhage dwaesseo
[Yesung] Onjongil galguhae tto jeolmanghae
Wa modeun ge nollaul ppuniya

[Kangin] Eotteon susigeorodo bujokhan
[Eunhyuk] Romaentikboda jom deo bokjaphan
[Ryeowook] Dodaeche I gamjeongi mwonji moreugetjanha

[All] Neon chago tteugeowo devil
Han yeoreum sonagi syawo
Dalgwojin onmomeul jeoksyeoon dwie
Geurigon tto mok taoge haji
Neon jeo meon samagui sogeum
Saeppalgan jeokdoui geuneul
Han sungan kwaerageul masboge hagon
Geurigo tto mok taoge haji
Neon chago tteugeowo

[Heechul] Mok taoreuneun da jeoksyeooneun
Matbogo sipeun geudaeya
[Kangin] Deureojwo [Leeteuk] deureojwo
[Kangin] Badajwo [Leeteuk] badajwo
[Eunhyuk] I say naneun geunyang da joha
[Leeteuk] Naneun geunyang da joha
[Eunhyuk] I say ne modeun ge da joha
[Leeteuk] Ne modeun ge da joha
[Eunhyuk] And I say areumdaun neo
[Kyuhyun] Areumdaun neo
[Leeteuk] And I say nae geosi doeji

[All] Neon chago tteugeowo devil
Han yeoreum sonagi syawo
Dalgwojin onmomeul jeoksyeoon dwie
Geurigon tto mok taoge haji
Neon jeo meon samagui sogeum
Saeppalgan jeokdoui geuneul
Han sungan kwaerageul masboge hagon
Geurigo tto mok taoge haji

[All] Neon chago tteugeowo
Neon chago tteugeowo
Neon chago tteugeowo
Neon chago tteugeowo
Moktaoge haji
Neon devil tteugeowo

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What kind of boyfriend is T.O.P.? (request)

Anonymus asked:

Hello :) What kind of boyfriend T.O.P is please? Thank you ~~~

I’m finally back, after so many month. I’m so sorry… But I finally have energy to work on some requests. Let’s go. :)

Originally posted by vipalumni

1. You’d think he’d be the mature one… Oh hell no. He’s the childish one

2. But he can be mature, if needed.

3. No need for supergood cooking skills. Choom-T.O.P. will eat everything, as long as it’s not too disgusting

4. Not that he wouldn’t like a high quality and super-well done meal.

5. But you know what? He’d take you out to his favourite restaurant.

6. There would always be a good wine in the house, even if there is nothing eatable there.

7. Lazy cuddling, for hours.

8. Understanding each other almost without words.

9. Him bragging about your taste in furniture.

10. Which leads to him buying new ones and you letting him do it.

11. Him texting or even video chatting with you every day he is away, no matter how tired he is.

12. Not much pda in public, but even more cuddling and touching in private

13. Him worrying more about you than himself.

14. Switching between sweet and daddy in a matter of seconds.

15. Whispering dirty things in your ear with the deep voice of his.

16. And then him being amused by your embarrassment.

17. Him wanting to be the strong one in your relationship.

18. But lowkey loving the comfort you give him.

19. Because you’ll always know when he needs comfort.

20. Sitting in a quiet place with a glass of wine together and talking about anything for hours.

21. You laughing about his jokes everytime, even if you don’t want to.

22. Lazy picnic dates on the floor in the living room.

23. You both being lowkey jealous, when the other is too close to someone else for your taste.

24. But still not believing the other one would cheat, ever!

25. Him stealing the hearts of your family, especially your parents, just because he is like he is.

I’m sorry if it isn’t that good. I kind of have to get into this again…

Xoxo, Admin C

Jelsa Drabbles #2: Bikini

“How about this one?”


“This one?”




“Anna will you just pick something already!”

The strawberry blonde haired girl crossed her arms, “Elsa I love you but you have the worst taste in swimsuits.”

Elsa frowned, holding up the one piece she had been eyeing since they entered the store, “what’s wrong with this one?”

“Well for one, it makes you look like you’re a little girl.”

“But it’s practical!”

“It’s plain and trust me sis, Jack doesn’t want practical he wants sexy.”

“W-what?” Elsa stuttered, her face now a bright shade of red. “What’s Jack got to do with any of this?”

“Oh please, I know we’re only here so you can buy a super cute swimsuit for our beach day with the boys. Don’t even deny it!”

“All right fine you’re right but it’s not like he’ll even notice, he doesn’t even see me that way…”

“That’s because you hide yourself underneath those baggy sweat pants and hoodie of yours!” Anna grabbed a white swimsuit nearby and threw it at her sister. “I’m getting you this one.”

Elsa blushed looking down at the piece of fabric that her sister handed to her, “but it’s so revealing.”

“That’s the point!”

She held the two-piece in front of her, “do you really think I’ll look good in this?”

“Oh trust me,” Anna said, a mischievous grin spreading on her face. “When Jack sees you in this he won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.”

One week later

“Geez what is taking them so long,” Jack sighed, throwing the beach ball to Kristoff.

“Oh you know how girls are,” Kristoff joked.

“Well easy for you to say,” both turned around as Anna emerged from the bathroom. “All you have guys to do is put on some shorts. Kristoff will you be a dear and go get me a snow cone?”

“Sure thing babe,” he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before disappearing to the other side of the beach.

“So what’s taking Elsa so long?” Jack asked. At that moment, the door to the women’s restroom swung open and what Jack saw made his jaw drop and the blood rush to his face. There stood Elsa in a white string bikini that complimented every curve of her body that Jack didn’t even know existed. Elsa could feel her face heating up as she felt Jack’s eyes scan her body from head to toe.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Anna smirked, walking away from the two.

Elsa started to feel uncomfortable with the silence between them. She waved her hands in front of his face, “Jack?”

Jack opened his mouth to answer her when a group of boys walked by them, whistling and giving Elsa flirtatious smiles. She suppressed a few giggles which caused Jack to take off the blue jacket he was wearing and put it over Elsa’s shoulders; he zipped it up all the way. She was a little startled by Jack’s actions and disappointed that he didn’t say anything about her new swimwear. She silently scolded herself for agreeing with Anna’s ridiculous idea.

“You can give it back to me later,” he mumbled and walked away.

Elsa sighed and went to go look for Anna. For the rest of the day, Jack avoided making eye contact with her, especially after Elsa removed his jacket. She was gaining a lot of attention from the other boys at the beach, but not from the one she wanted. Towards the end of the day, Elsa stood by herself at the far edge of the beach watching the sun set. From the corner of her eye, she saw Jack approaching her.

“Hey Jack what’s up—“she was interrupted by her body being pressed against his toned chest and abdomen and his lips crashing onto hers. Jack snaked one arm around her waist and used his other hand to play with her braid. He pulled away and stared intensely at Elsa, both of them breathing hard.

“What was that for?” she asked breathlessly.

“I like your new look,” he said, pulling her even closer to him.

“You do?” she asked, her head still spinning from their kiss.

“Let’s just say white is my new favorite color.”  


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Aaaand new ref for Yerman!!

He got two outfits but this is his current main one. The other outfit will be linked up on his profile, and the outfit design credit goes to Jet! (I took some liberties with the boots tho eheh ;v;” )

And I am super pissed at Tumblr right now because it has been butchering the quality of it, so I had to chop it into two images, please fullview it here.

hello, i am a musician. i work on various different projects but my main focus is my band seaqueens and my solo work. occasionally i will do some other things, yknow, collaborating with people or working as a session musician but for the most part those are my main output.

i’m in a bit of a financial pickle right now so i’m doing a bit of self-promotion. all my music is pay-what-you-like (which basically means it’s free) so if you super enjoy it & have a lil money to spare how about throwing a bit my way? or if you don’t have spare cash just download and enjoy! i’m just glad there’s another person who enjoys what i do. and if you don’t like it one bit that’s a shame but oh well

i hope you like what i have made. if you do like it please share it & this post around! thank you

Reservations At Nine

Request by anon:  Love you and your stories ^_^ can you write a scenario when TOP is jealous beacuse you and his bandmates get along very well and are super close, please :D 

Thankyou so much :D I tweaked it a little but I hope you enjoy it. I don’t know why, but lately I just cant get enough of pouty T.O.P. He’s. Just. So. Damn. CUTE.  


Like he was pouting in the live countdown for Bang Bang Bang and I just…OH. MY HEART. *dies*

-Admin Kitty

P.S There’ll be another T.O.P one shot coming very soon, because *.* I CANT GET ENOUGH RIGHT NOW

Originally posted by jiyongkun

As soon as you let him now you were off the plane, he asked you to come down to the office. 

You usually made a point to never bother him at work, but he insisted until you couldn’t refuse any longer.

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Could I have a ship please? I'm Swedish/ Latina. I speak fluent Spanish , Swedish and English. I'm one year older than the twins and I'm also pretty short for my age, 5'3. I have dark brown eyes and long straight dark brown hair. I'm really into music and for 6 years I went to a school where I sang, played instruments and did concerts. I'm a very shy person at first, but as soon you get to know me I'm super outgoing. Oh, and I love being spontaneous! Have a nice day! 💕

Grayson :) have a nice day as well girly 💕