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Poke poke

Hii~ how would the boys react to the fact that their girlfriend squeaks when she’s poked in the side (like it’s not like a scream but it’s literally a loud short squeak)??? sorry if that wasn’t worded right ^^;;

(This was fun to do because I do the exact same thing XD)

[Gifs do not belong t me, all credit goes to rightful owners]


Originally posted by yoongichii

Joon would laugh the second he hears that squeak come from you. The insane blush on your face would have him grinning like a mad man because it’s so damn cute to him. “Y/n what was that?” he ask in between his laughter. The blush on your face becomes brighter by the second “n-nothing, stop laughing!” His hands would cover his face before reaching out to hold your face in his hands. “You’re so cute, I didn’t even know you did that,” he continues giggle every now and then as you pout at him. “It wasn’t cute I sounded weird,” “It was hella cute babe be quiet,”


Originally posted by ksjknj

The second you let that squeak escape your lips you cover your mouth embarrassed and wide eyed, looking at jin who was already having a major fit of laughter because of your reaction. All he did was poke you. A gasp was something he was expecting, but a squeak? It wasn’t weird but it surprised him a bit but would find it seriously cute. “Was that a squeak I just heard?” he chuckles. “N-no…I sneezed,” you blush and try avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend. “Who sneezes when they get poked?” He laughs and does it again making you squeak once more and laughs even harder. “Babe!” you hit his arm “that’s not funny,” “no your right, it’s hilariously adorable.”


Originally posted by pjkook

Yoongi would probably pause when he hears you squeak out his name when he accidentally poked your side when coming in for a hug. You’d stare at him with a light blush on your cheeks and lips presses together and wondered what he was thinking at the moment while his eyes were locked with yours. He’s not judging you, far from that  really. He just keeps replaying the sound in his head and thinking how cute it sounded. He reaches out unexpectedly and pokes you again making you jump back with a squeak and you glare at him with his gummy smile.  “Why’d you do that?” He shrugs “because I wanted to.” He tries again but you slap his hand away before he could touch you. “Stop poking me,” ”but I don’t wanna,” he laughs lightly. “Well you gotta,” “well I’m not gonna.”  


Originally posted by kawaiinekololitablog

Like yoongi, he’d pause for a second and begin to wonder what he just heard from you. He didn’t think he get that to come out of  you when he went to poke you. When he sees you blushing and covering your side he laugh little and try and try again just to hear you do that little noise he already found insanely endearing. “C’mon let me poke you!” “NO!” you scramble away from him so that you were out of reach. “But I want to hear you do it again it’s cute,” he begins to follow you with his arm stretched out and finger ready to poke your side again. “No it’s weird, stop trying to poke me hobi!” “I’m gonna getcha!”


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jimin would be a giggling mess the first time he heard you squeak. He just wanted a kiss from you but his fingers poked at your side making you squeak and pull back from him. The sound you made for some reason was so cutesy and he already loved it. “Why did you squeak y/n?” his cute giggling would ascend in a cackle when he sees you blush and lets his head fall onto your shoulder. “That was so cute babe,” “it was weird,” “It was adorable and you know it.” 


Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v

Taehyung wouldn’t even ask about the noise you just made. He is most likely only going to chase you around and keep poking you to make you squeak again and each time you did the harder he laughed. “TAEHYUNG STOP POKING ME,” you tossed a pillow at him but he quickly dodges and pokes you yet again. “NO it’s fun!” “Not for me I don’t like it.” Although he was poking you, you really couldn’t help but laugh with tae. “But the noise you make is funny I wanna hear it again.”


Originally posted by the-mark-tuan

Jungkook would imitate the noise you just made making him laugh harder than he already was because he’s never heard anything like it. Sure maybe the occasional yelp from you or girls he’s been around but your squeak was beyond compare. And now he something else to annoy you with. “Jungkook stop I get it,” you pout a little. “I’m sorry y/n.” Not even a second he pokes you again and imitates the squeak you made. “Kook seriously,” you whine and hit his hand. “It’s funny hearing you do it,” he stifles his laugh and you blush a little. “It’s cute to don’t be embarrassed.” 

Hope you liked it 😊
Much love~💖

i know y’all are trying to be nice in uploading the content from the bundles for free for the people who dont have the means to get it, but really i find it kind of fucked up. the whole purpose of putting out this extra content only available through purchase is partially to help raise funds so that carmilla can make a better movie as kotex hasn’t backed them as far as i know.

a movie they’re making for us.

i understand how badly some of y’all want to see this content. i get it. but once links to the extra content are put out there for free, why would anyone else go and buy it later unless they really just feel like being nice. essentially, in the long run, you’re helping to steal money from both the creators, the crew, and the cast and the movie they’re planning on making.

and i find that pretty fucked up considering the amount of content they have right on youtube for free.

Donald Trump’s claim of “millions” of illegal votes is a lie

  • Trump’s allegations of voter fraud have been debunked over and over and over and over and over again
  • Yet he continues to insist that multiple studies and investigations proving voter fraud is statistically infinitesimal don’t exist. 
  • Trump’s voter fraud claims are apparently based on a tweet. 
  • Gregg Phillips, a former Texas Health and Human Services Commission deputy commissioner and founder of VoteStand, an app designed to aid in reporting voter fraud, tweeted that 3 million votes were cast by non-citizens.
  • There’s simply no evidence to back Phillips’ claims, yet Trump has seized this tweet as the foundation for claims of illegal voting.
  • Snopes attempted to investigate the validity of the tweet’s claim and came up with… nothing.
  • The Washington Post reached out asking for his evidence that million of non-citizens voted, he refused to provide any. 
  • An exhaustive study found only 56 cases of non-citizens casting ballots over the course of 11 years. 
  • Trump’s claim however has benefitted those on the left clamoring for an audit.

For people who are nervous about starting conversations with professors:

I just emailed a guy who is, academically speaking, a huge deal, who doesn’t know me from Adam. Like, my opening line was, “I hope you’ll pardon me for writing to you out of the blue, but…” And then I proceeded to just ask him if he might be willing to tell me some stuff about his recent research, and you know what he did? Replied within two hours with a four-paragraph email full of exclamation points saying how glad he was to hear from me and that I was interested in his work. Now, obviously this doesn’t happen every time, but the worst response I’ve ever received to this kind of communication is an “I’m so busy right now, can I direct you to my colleague Professor So-and-So instead?” Basically, you have nothing to lose. Be polite and professional and reach out. There’s a lot of potential reward and very little actual risk involved.

Another note to my followers

Please, if you’re from America and need someone to talk to, please, PLEASE, don’t hesitate to message me, or talk to someone else. PLEASE TALK TO SOMEONE, strength in numbers! You might not know how to recover on your own, but together with others you can stand back up, with others you can live on purely out of spite. Show Trump and his followers that you aren’t so easily pushed around, keep moving forward, this is just a bump in the road, and once we emerge out the other side, we’ll be even stronger >:)

Please if you’re not American, reach out to the ones that are.  They are going through a rough time right now, and could get all the help they could get. You never know what a small message could do to encourage others. Actually strike that, it honestly doesn’t matter who the hell you are, if you need someone to talk to, PLEASE REACH OUT TO SOMEONE.

This is the time where we need to come together more than ever. Please help each other out, and eventually we’ll make it through!

I’ve been intoxicated with joy before, the kind when you can’t stop smiling & feeling like you have the world in your hands. I’ve also been consumed by sadness, the kind when nothing can make you smile & feeling like the world is out of reach. Either way I always come crashing down twice as hard & I don’t want that anymore, I just want to be in the middle, comfortable.
—  kaelenhoon, two sides of a coin
Live Life Golden Part 9

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: strong language

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He was a graduate of the elite class, inherited billions from his father, and lived the life of an international playboy. (y/n) came into his life and made him question it all.

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mr-puppy  asked:

I've really been having an architectural love affair lately with my closest big city of Edmonton, AB. I searched your posts but found nothing, so local pride had me reach out to get your thoughts on some of our favorites along the river valley and downtown such as Hotel MacDonald, the Art Gallery of Alberta, Rogers Place, the Shaw Conference Center, Scotia Place or anything else you find interesting. Thanks for this blog, it's inspiring me to travel.

Thanks! Sorry for the oversight of not including any Edmonton on previous posts. Here are some examples of Edmonton’s architecture beyond those listed on your message:

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I don’t even have words. I can’t believe people can actually be this delusional.

The Raven Boys is wonder- old woods and changing and magic. It’s desperate, the world pulling you outwards when you want to be in. It’s waiting for the weekend, waiting for signals, for signs, for something different. It’s a beat that catches, that swirls in the air, that twists and turns and winds it’s way into spaces you never realised were empty. It’s wide eyes searching skyward, mouths ajar, feeling new. It’s the promise of something bigger, dust in your lungs, breathless, gasping, help me’s into silence. It’s being saved without wanting to be, reproachful, I don’t know what to do, abandoning somewhere you thought was home. It’s reaching out and finding nothing to touch, things you can’t explain, I’ve been dead for six years, that’s all there is. It’s whispering questions into freezing air and finding the world tumbling in your breath.

The Dream Thieves is smashed glass, blood splattered floors, dialling a number that won’t pick up. It’s sunlight falling through air, hiding hurt behind shaking hands and averted eyes, broken, shattered, fix me. It’s dark water, dark laughter, dark eyes, dark hearts- children dragged into existence, into life, into more. It’s smashed fists and dirt-caked finer nails, secrets kept and moments analysed. It’s creation, madness, impossible, longing, enchanted, I don’t want your pity. It’s brothers, the ones you choose, chaos and shielding arms, what would they do to me? It’s clenched jaws, blood stained smiles, hooded eyes, the world as a nightmare. It’s falling through broken air, claws at your throat, fire at your feet, engulfing, scorched rooftops, rain falling from the earth and up and back down again. It’s releasing the controls, open eyes, empty lungs, restless hearts. It’s darkness, I’m always brave- braver than that.

Blue Lily Lily Blue is a light kicking in after a blackout, flickering shadows, dancing your hand out the window. It’s circles under your eyes, aching, something over your shoulder, I will be your hands, I will be your eyes. It’s caught breath, suffocating, thoughts becoming things becoming fears. It’s light, the absence of dark, how could you ever be lonely again, wonderful, dreamful days. It’s talking in circles, dreaming in riddles, walking down tunnels that lead to nowhere. It’s hands on a steering wheel, fingertips on fingertips, this was not allowed. It’s flowers and rosebuds and ripped skin and you let me believe, tuning everything on it’s head. It’s eyes closing into exhausted knuckles, sitting alone in the dark, finding, changing, wondering, for your hands. It’s your heart stopping or beating too fast or not at all. It’s intention, wanting, desperate, untameable longing. It’s your voice cracking in the dark and knowing someone’s beside you, ready to heal.

The Raven King is maps spread out across the floor, pin points and coordinates that don’t exist. It’s decaying, losing your grip, your own breath in your ears, rushing, drowning, running, whimpers and putting your faith into the unknown. It’s secrets kept and facts pulled out of thin air, something’s wrong, something new, something different. It’s overflowing, raging, crashing into each other, the ocean would catch fire, magic. It’s a storm made of anything but rain, alcohol soaked laughter, futures beginning, reaching for something, fining something new. It’s trembling tears, grief choked sobs, dreaming cures for tragedies that haven’t happened yet. It’s dissonance, cracked sunlight caught on sharp bones, heaving, dreadful, wonderful, panting, make it save, make it safe, make it safe. It’s endings and beginnings and fearful happiness. It’s being sick of a world without them in it, thumbs pressed into soft skin, stop me, stop me, stop me- stopped. It’s saving yourself, bending truth, unmaking, undoing, unhinging. It’s holding your hand up to the sky, longing, do you dream of the stars, slipping quietly from existence, wake up. It’s hopeful, it’s forgiveness, an endless, unwilling war. It’s impossible light, beginning and ending, beginning and ending - make way for the Raven King.  

Spencer’s Not-So-Little Secret

A/N: A request from @zoemonster200 for a Spencer x Reader where it’s his birthday and the team goes to his apartment to figure out what books he doesn’t have (for gift giving purposes); while there they stumble on the reader sleeping in Spencer’s bed. Eventually, all of them meet up at the party, but Spencer and the reader are unaware that the team already knows about her.


“We have to figure out what to get the kid for his birthday?” Morgan said, walking down the street with JJ, Emily and Penelope near Spencer’s apartment.  His birthday was just days away and yet none of them could figure out what to get for him. What did you get the genius who had everything and wanted nothing?

JJ reached into her pocket, pulling out a key. “Spence gave it to me a couple years ago. He said if I ever needed help with Henry to just come over. Wanna stop by his place and look at his books? Maybe we can get some ideas from there.”

Penelope shrugged. “He’s not home today?”

“No,” Emily said, “He told me he was going to take off a couple days to go see his mom. Why don’t we take a quick peek in his place. See if we can get some ideas.”

Minutes later, they were upstairs right outside Spencer’s apartment. “Alright,” JJ said, walking over to Spencer’s extensive bookshelf, “let’s see what kind of books he has and doesn’t.” She ran her fingers over the worn spines of Spencer’s collection, trying to ascertain if there was any book he didn’t have that he might want.

Emily and Penelope had leaned down next to the couch to see if there was any music he didn’t have that he might be interested in and Morgan scanned the room to see if he could make something - maybe a nice side table or something. After leaving the bookshelf, JJ took a look around the room, walking down toward Spencer’s bedroom. “You’re gonna go in his room?” Penelope asked, tiptoeing down the hallway to go too.

“I don’t think Spence is the type of guy to have something to hide in his bedroom,” JJ replied. Carefully, she opened the door. She wasn’t sure why exactly; Spencer wasn’t home. But someone was. “Oh my god,” JJ whispered, immediately pulling the door closed as quietly as she could.

“What?” Penelope asked. “I couldn’t see anything.”

“What is it?” Emily and Morgan asked in unison.

JJ’s mouth hung open in disbelief - the smile plastered to her face. “There’s a girl in Spence’s bed.” She walked back into the center of the room, whispering to her friends. “She’s wearing one of Spence’s oversized sweatshirt and his boxers and she’s sleeping in there. Like, lights out. It seems from the tissues and cold medicine nearby that she isn’t feeling well.”

“We have to get out of here then. She could wake up at any moment,” Emily said. Plus, she needed to scream. Reid had a girlfriend and he hadn’t said anything.

“Yea, let’s go,” Morgan said, an idea in his mind for a gift for the kid. As they walked down the stairs and out of the apartment building all together, all three ladies exclaimed in unison.

“Oh. My. God.”

“How does the kid have a girlfriend we don’t know about?” Morgan asked, as they walked back to his car. “And if she’s wearing his clothes and his apartment while he’s away then she has to live here. He has a live-in girlfriend we don’t know.”

“I wonder if he planned to introduce us at the party,” Penelope said, practically jumping with joy.

Emily opened the car door as they finally got back to Morgan’s truck. “I guess we’ll find out in a couple of days,” she laughed.


Five days later, they all had gifts for Spencer, fitting of the genius. Morgan had crafted a very nice side table and finished it himself. Emily bought him a magic kit, one of those insanely hard puzzles that he’d undoubtedly be able to finish in five seconds, and a collection of Brahms music. JJ bought him an old and worn version of Tess of the D’Urbervilles and Jude the Obscure that she got from a garage sale that she figured he’d love, and Penelope got him a personalized deck of cards. They had no idea what Hotch and Rossi might bring.

“Hey guys,” Reid greeted as he opened the door. “Thanks for coming.”

“Of course, kid. What did you expect?” Morgan said, clapping his friend on the shoulder.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young woman, once again wearing one of Reid’s sweaters. She was definitely on the short side, but also had a smile that could light up a room and a personality to match. “Umm, everyone this is Y/N. My…girlfriend.”

“Don’t sound so glum about that, babe,” she laughed. “I’m Y/N and the reason Spencer didn’t say anything was because we wanted to make sure it was long-term before we told anyone. But, hi!” she said, happily, giving a small little wave that made Spencer smile. “You must be Morgan, Penelope, JJ and Emily. Hotch and Rossi are already here,” she said, pointing into the kitchen.

Everyone shook hands, giving their usual cordial greetings. “Umm, we should probably confess that we’ve seen you before,” JJ said to Y/N.

“Really?” she asked, confused. “When?”

“Five days ago,” Penelope replied. “JJ has a key to Spencer’s apartment and we didn’t know what to get him for his birthday so we took a peek in here and then JJ opened the door…”

“Hey!” JJ exclaimed, looking down sheepishly as Y/N started to laugh. 

“Anyway,” Penelope continued, “you were asleep on the bed when we got here, and then when we realized someone was here, we left. We figured you were sick and that’s why you didn’t hear us.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N laughed, “I can’t believe people were in here and I didn’t hear anything. Was I…” she looked toward Spencer, “Was I wearing clothes?” She snorted, bringing her hand up to her mouth.

“His sweatshirt and boxers,” Morgan said, pointing to Reid, whose smile had scrunched up in embarrassment. 

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god. So technically we’ve met before. Sorry I was comatose,” she laughed. “I’m just glad I wasn’t naked when you found me.”

“Lucky really,” Spencer finally piped up with a chuckle. “She rarely wears clothes at home.”

“What?” she turned to Spencer, wrapping her arms around him. “I don’t like clothes. They’re constricting. I need to be free.”

Spencer kissed her on the forehead, turning around to shield his embarrassment. “I have no problems with that.”

call me monster. call me by name if by nothing else. reach in and
pull the dark out of me; it will not leave. tell them a gorgon looked upon my heart. say I am cold and petrified. (which petrified?)

[the fault, dear brutus, is not in the stars, but in ourselves] maybe I wrote it in the stars, cassius. maybe I wanted this to be my fate.

ask me why I did it - 1. just because 2. the serpent bade me do it 3. for the money - and I will tell you 4. because I loved him.

what’s a kiss? exactly what you want it to be. you think it was a kiss of betrayal? I tell you it was that and more. I tell you I loved him so much I gave him up. and just like him I will give up the ghost (only he will rise again and I will not). but do not ever dare say I did not love him. do not.

did I want to do it? no.
ah, you’re crying out ‘puppet, puppet,’ and again I say no |emphasis| I chose to do it. but does choice make an evil act any less vile? does love negate everything else?

ave, rabbi. ave atque vale.


I would just like to say that Porter Robinson is a huge fan of anime, and him being able to work with an actual anime studio to produce an original music video to a piece of music that he created is the pinnacle of making your dreams come true. I’ve been excited for this music video since its debut, and to hear that it was able to air on national television is so inspiring. I know he’s so happy that his work and production have been so well-received. I look to that as a prime example that you can always dream big because nothing is out of your reach! I’d love to be able to do something equally incredible with dreams of my own, and that’s why I always work hard to do the best I can! 

Originally posted by mobpsycho100

The hardest part about letting go of my abuse was the fact that my abuser played the victim. They still are playing the victim. They got what they wanted and got the attention, whereas I was the one who went through hell because of them and I’m the one who had to pick up the pieces. They were so abusive to me, and everything they claim I did, was exactly the things they did to me.
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anonymous asked:

#4 for Prompto ^^ Btw I love your blog!

PROMPT 4:  “Who gave you that black eye?”


The cool autumn breeze blew through your hair as you sat in wait on the school’s rooftop for your boyfriend’s arrival, you and his lunch in your hands. Every lunch time was the same, with just the two of you on the roof, alone with nobody to disturb the cherished moment of each other’s company. However this time it was a little different; Prompto was a lot later than usual.

“Where is he?” you murmured to yourself in worry. Prompto was never the type to be late, and even if he was, he would be courteous enough to let you know beforehand, whether that be through mouth or even a simple text message. But unfortunately, you’ve gotten nothing from him.

You reached into your pocket to take out your phone, however before you were able to dial his number, when you heard footsteps approaching your direction.”Prompto?” you called out, turning your head to the direction of the sound. However your heart dropped when it wasn’t whom you were looking for. Instead it was his best friend–the royal highness himself. “Noctis.” you greeted. “What’s up?”

“It’s Prompto.” Noctis replied. “He’s in the infirmary.”

At the sound of those words, your eyes widened with evident horror. And without giving Noctis a chance to explain the reason, you bolted up from where you sat, and ran down the stairs and through the hallway to where the infirmary was located. Your heart was pounding, not only from your quick steps but also from the fear now coursing through your body as you prayed that Prompto was alright.

“Prompto!” you yelled out when you burst through the infirmary door. Looking around the room, your eyes finally landed on the blonde who sat on one of the chairs by the bed. His uniform looked scuffed and stained with dirt, But the most prominent thing you saw was the ice pack which he had pressed against his eye.

“[Name]?” Prompto looked up at the sound of your voice to see you walking towards you. “What are you doing here?”

“Noctis told me you were in here.” you replied, kneeling beside him.

A frustrated sigh sounded past Prompto’s lips. “I told him to not tell you..” he muttered. Just from seeing your face he took note of the evident fear and worry in your eyes.

“Can I see?” you asked gently, reaching for the hand which held the ice-pack.

Prompto was hesitant at first but he slowly dropped his arm to his lap. Your eyes enlarged and a gasped sounded at the sight. A nasty purple blemish took form on his eye, sinking into the socket itself. “Who gave you that black eye?” you asked, lightly touching it with your finger-tips. Prompto winced, as delicate as your touch was.

“They told me to get lost. That I’m a loser who doesn’t belong here.” the blondes fists began to clench at his lap. “So I gave them a piece of my mind, and showed them who’s the boss.”

You knew he struggled being different, and it broke your heart to see his fragile soul get crushed too many times. “Oh, Prompto.” you breathed out at cupped his check upon your palms. Leaning in your pressed your lips upon his in a gentle kiss to which he returned wholeheartedly. It was simple gesture, but nevertheless you hoped it would ease that ache in his heart. “You’re not a loser Prompto.” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his as you pulled away from his lips. “And even if you are, you’re my loser and I love you very much. That’s all that matters.”

Without responding, Prompto leaned back in and captured your lips in another kiss–deeper than the one before. In that short moments, he felt everything slip away. And he knew being with you was enough to keep him going. “And I love you more..” his lips still brushing against your as he parted. “So much more…”