oh this pretty show


he really is the prettiest boy i love him 😭💗💓💞💝💖💕💘💕💖💗💗💓💞

somehow, i couldnt shake it off of my mind that katie is lurking around tumblr looking at supercorp or lena luthor tags. like what are the chances right? but we’ll never know. we can only hope.

Originally posted by qauke

Barry and Iris’ love story is the most beautiful, precious thing ever! 💜
—  Anonymous
Me watching any show

Start of episode 1: oh this show is pretty cute I like- WHO ARE THESE PRETTY PEOPLE




Anyway, this is still the best version of “I Feel Pretty” and you can fight me on that.

One of the four postcard designs I’m doing for shatterdomeseattle! (An additional four to be done by geniusbee.) The postcards were available through the Indiegogo that was run last year, and I imagine they’ll also be available at the con itself on May 3rd. So go to the shatterdomeseattle page and get up to Seattle. :3

I had to make one of them coffee related, and given that I usually always draw Newt, I decided to go with Mako instead.

@nooowestayandgetcaught Rie has dragged me so deep into Riverdale hell it’s not even funny. THEY ARE PURE EVIL I SWEAR THEY ENJOY MY SUFFERING :’) AND MY SCREAMING LMAO ILYSM RIE <3333333333

For real tho, I absolutely adore Cheryl Blossom, to the point of sheer ridiculousness; she is the true epitome of the Problematic Fav bc let’s be real, she is problematic AF.



Saving Hope - 3x14 - “Our kiss…threw me for a loop. But I see now that it may have caused you pain and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for harassing you about Herschel and…”

It’s Not What It Looks Like


GENRE: Angst/Fluff

PAIRING: Reader/Jaebum


REQUEST: Can I request a scenario of y/n wantin to confess to JB but she sees him get a kiss from another girl She gets upset and run in quiet The other members see her and try to comfort her She ignores Jb and he tries to reason with her End it fluffy please

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So sorry this took so long! I hope you like it(: Jaebum makes me feel or sorts of things akdjhgsdfsg.

Originally posted by jaebuim

“Why are you so nervous today?” Youngjae nudged you, a concerned expression painting his pretty features.

“Oh you know,” you stuttered, “the usual pre-show jitters.”

“I don’t remember your being this jumpy before yesterday’s show?” you chuckled nervously, brushing off his comment with a shrug before you were called out onto the stage for your ballad number.

Okay so you were lying. You were more nervous for today’s JYP Nation concert but it didn’t have anything to do with the concert. Nope. Today was the day you were going to confess your feelings to Im Jaebum, your best friend. What’s the big deal? you may ask. Well, you didn’t really know. Maybe because worst case scenario, things between the two of you would change—not in a good way—and you didn’t think you’d be able to handle that.

So coming off the stage, sweaty and pumped with confidence, you decided it was now or never. What you never took into account, though, was the situation you found yourself in as you slipped into Got7’s dressing room.

You froze in your tracks, eyes wide and stinging as you witness Jaebum—the Im Jaebum you had been 2 seconds away from confessing to—lip locked with a girl from one of the recently debuted girl groups. Not wanting to be caught with hot tears rimming your eyes, you quickly whipped around only to find yourself face to face with Jinyoung’s chest.

“Excuse me.” you whispered shakily before slipping past him. Jinyoung wasn’t confused for long once he looked past the doorway. All the boys knew you liked Jaebum, it wasn’t exactly hard to see, yet he seemed to be the only person who didn’t know.

The rest of the concert went by smoothly. You had successfully avoided Jaebum and the rest of Got7; hiding out in your dressing room between stages and only coming out once to use the bathroom. You had seen Jinyoung and Mark looking around for you, their darting eyes almost catching you a handful of times, but you managed to slip past them.

It wasn’t until dinner that you found yourself unable to avoid them—though you were surely going to try. Unluckily for you, the staff had seated your group at the same table as Got7 and the minute you sat down, you knew you were in for a show—and you were the main actress. Sat between Wonpil of Day6 and a member of your group, you kept your head down and your mouth shut as the people around you engaged themselves in animated conversations; talking about performances, slip ups, closet malfunctions, and some gossip going around the company. You only spoke when you were spoken to and soon enough everyone at the table sensed the change in attitude.

It was Jaebum who spoke up first, “(Y/N)-ah are you okay?” your breathing froze and you hesitantly looked up to see the entire table staring at you, concerned expressions contorting their features.

You feigned confusion, “M-me? Yeah of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” the last sentence came out with a pinch of bitterness and Jinyoung immediately casted you a knowing look. Everyone seemed unconvinced but before anyone could say a word, you had pushed your chair back with an embarrassing screech, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

Once you were out of their line of sight you let out the breath you had been holding in, leaning into the nearest wall for support. You knew Jinyoung had told Mark, and from the looks of it he had told a couple of the other boys too because they didn’t seem surprised with your behaviour, and that made you anxious. Does that mean Jaebum knew you had seen him too? Would he figure out that you liked him? Surely you couldn’t confess your feelings now after what you had seen.

You stumbled haphazardly into the women’s bathroom, observing yourself in the mirror. You looked pale, extremely pale. All you wanted was to just go home and curl up in your own little ball of misery, but you were starving and right now your stomach overruled your heart.

You yelped at the sight of Mark leaned against the opposite wall as you pulled open the bathroom door. He shot you an apologetic smile before pulling you into his chest, hugging you tightly to his body. You tried to hold it in, no lie, but the tears spilt before you could stop them and suddenly you were stood in the bathroom hallway crying your eyes out onto Mark’s beige hoodie. He rocked you slightly, a pained expression adorning his face.

“He doesn’t deserve your tears.” Mark mumbled into your hair, kissing the top of your head. A strangled noise escaped your throat at his words before you reluctantly pushed away from his comforting hold, wiping furiously at your eyes.

You closed your eyes for a couple of moments, composing yourself and your breathing, before you looked up and smiled half-heartedly causing Mark to mirror it.

“I’ll be okay.” you muttered finally before motioning with your hand for the both of you to return to the table.

“You okay?” Wonpil whispered once you had seated yourself next to him.

“Yeah.” you smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

“(Y/N)! You should come back to the dorms and watch a movie with us!” Bambam offered from across the table, a huge bright smile creasing the edges of his eyes. It was hard to say no to that boy, regardless of how hard it was going to be being in the same room as Jaebum, so you chuckled and nodded, telling him you’d follow them back to the dorms later.

Mark seemed a little worried but you smiled reassuringly his way, looking around the table at everyone and purposely avoiding the dark piercing orbs staring right at you.

That night you curled yourself up with Jinyoung on one of the recliners as you all watched some superhero movie. You had managed to avoid talking to, looking at, and coming in contact with Jaebum all night and you could tell he was starting to realise you were avoiding him by the burning stare he was shooting directly at the back of your head. Usually it would be you and Jaebum curled up together on said recliner but Jinyoung—being the sweetest little shit ever—called you over before Jaebum could suggest it, plopping himself onto the big black chair before Jaebum could get the chance.

Half way through the movie you heard Jaebum and Mark arguing in hushed tones before Mark abruptly stood up looking irritated beyond belief.

“Jinyoung,” he started, his jaw clenched, “can you come get popcorn with me?”

Just as Jinyoung was about to protest, Mark sent him a look that told you his question wasn’t really much of a question and rather more an order. Confused and slightly suspicious, Jinyoung carefully untangled himself from you and followed Mark into the kitchen. As if on cue, Jaebum lifted himself from his position on the floor to slip into the spot next to you, pulling you into him as you reluctantly let him, too tired to put up a fight.

“Why are you ignoring me?” he asked softly, the hurt in his tone sending fires through your body.

“I’m not ignoring you.” you pathetically shot back, your head falling comfortably into the crook of his neck. The other boys seemed to be pretending not to notice the two of you, their eyes superglued to the big screen.

Jaebum sighed defeatedly, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles into the skin of your hip where your tshirt had ridden up. “You know I know when you lie.” he grumbled.

“Then shouldn’t you be smart enough to figure out why I’m ignoring you?” at this he grunted in frustration, pulling away so he could look at your face but you weren’t having any of it, keeping your face tucked into his neck.

“(Y/N) please.” he tried, his temper rising despite his efforts to keep it down.

“Stop Jaebum I don’t want to talk.” you sighed, hoping he would just drop it. But you knew Jaebum, and he was never one to let anything go so easily, so you should have seen it coming when he tossed you over his shoulder and began his journey towards his room. If anyone else were in your position they would be screaming and kicking, begging for him to put you down, but you were way past tired.

He plopped you down onto the bed and stepped back, glaring down at you as you twiddled with your fingers. He knew it was only a matter of time before you relented so he waited as patiently as he could, leaning against the desk in his room.

“So,” you finally spoke, “you and that new idol huh? What was her name again? Nayeon?”

“Why won’t you look at me when you speak?” Jaebum asked suddenly, his voice surprising you with its gentleness.

“Because I’m scared if I do, it’ll confirm what I already know.” you murmured, your eyes filling with tears again. God how much can one person cry?

“And what is it that you think you know?” he chuckled. He chuckled. Your eyes snapped up to his; it was your turn to glare.

“What’s so funny?”

“The fact that you think I like Nayeon.”

“You don’t?” now you were confused. Do people usually go around kissing people they’re not interested in?

“No! Where would you even get that idea?”

“I went to see you earlier today and instead found you guys liplocking in your changing room! What part of that doesn’t scream ‘I like Nayeon’???”

“She kissed me!”

“Doesn’t matter who kissed who! You can kiss who you want!”

“But I didn’t want to kiss her! I want to kiss you!”

That’s when everything froze. This had to be some sort of joke. Was the universe playing with you? It was certainly playing with your ability to breathe because right now you were barely breathing. Sensing your hesitation, he took a stride forward, bending down to reach for you face before bringing his lips down onto yours hard. Your mind said push him off of you but your body wouldn’t co-operate and instead grabbed onto his collar to pull him closer, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip to ask for entrance which you gracefully granted without a second thought. It wasn’t until you pulled away to catch your breath that you realised you had tangled your fingers in his hair.

“Tell me something.” he muttered breathlessly, his eyes hooded and glazed as he stared down at you.


“Did I kiss Nayeon like that?”

You thought about it for a moment before shaking your head, your bangs falling into your eyes.

“Thought so.” and with that he closed the space between you once more.